Being picked up

No- not like that.  Jeeze, I’m going to be a married woman, I don’t go trolling in bars trying to get picked up.

What I’m actually talking about is the experience of getting picked up by someone you love at the airport.  Whether it’s a fiance, mother, son, brother, etc.  The experience is not one that I’m overly familiar with.  In all honestly, I never flew too many places on my own before I was a working gal. However, in the recent years, I’ve been able to experience that exhilarating feeling of having someone wait for you at the arrivals baggage claim- and it’s amazing.

Walkway at O'Hare International Airport

The most magical (since I was 5 years old) airport walkway ever!

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Why Men Need Blogs

Schatz and I had a mini-fight.  Though it really wasn’t a fight, just an intense conversation.  It started off innocently enough, with me wanting to drive past a few homes I saw listed on Zillow.  We’re torn, because we know that after Schatz gets done with his probation period with the state job he’s in (meaning he completes the first 6 months successfully) we want to get either an apartment together or look into houses.  Which led to a conversation about responsibility which tends to make Schatz’s anxiety flare up.  I love him to death and he is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, but I told him, I worry that he’ll resent me if I try and push him into the responsibilities I want (a home, kids, etc).  I’m thankful that he does share his desires, fears, and anxieties with me.  And maybe that’s where I have some shortcomings.  While I sit at work all day considering things that worry me about our marriage, budget, life in general- I have an outlet.

Across the internet there are millions of beautiful voices sharing their opinions, and helping you understand that you are not alone in what you are thinking.  You can literally find someone with the same thoughts that you have, but has had the courage to share.  And women do this the most, in regards to their home/personal lives.  It’s a natural evolution of where we’ve been and we’re we are going as women (that’s not to say it’s the only place that women belong, etc.  If you’ve read anything else I’ve written, you’ll recognize I’m an advocate for women).  We women tend to congregate and do community- it what we’re taught from a very early age.

Getting back to Schatz, I feel bad because when I get worried or anxious about this new journey we’re embarking on, I can reach out to the internet.  Trouble figuring out how to budget as a couple?  Check out A Practical Wedding.  Wondering how your life can change if your partner goes Gluten Free?  Check out Gluten Free Girl’s story.   And so on.  The wealth of advice that is at my finger tips helps me from forming anxiety about the serious questions we are facing in our lives.  But Schatz does not have that community.

Not only does his job separate him from a computer, but it’s also an atmosphere where he is not working with peers in his age group, but rather people that could be his older cousins, younger aunts and uncles, or even parents. Yes he has a few good friends to chat with, but the community aspect that you find across the comments on wonderfully written blogs across the internet, where people can admit to things they wouldn’t tell their friends because of anonymity of the internet.  I wish there were good blogs for guys that shared their lives and that I could get Schatz to interact with them.
In the meantime, I’ll keep “educating” myself with the thoughts, experience, and advice of those I interact with on the internet, and keep passing that advice onto Schatz.

The Dating Rut

I’m going to be perfectly honest. I wasn’t much of a dater before I met Schatz nor was he.  We both were people who kind of saw trying out several dates to be a waste of emotional time and capital. I’d like to think it could be because I’m such a fragile little flower to get to know someone and then have them break my heart- or something like that.  At any rate, while this worked relatively well for Schatz and I (after all, we found each other), this also left a bit of a gap in our date night ideas space.  I mean, we didn’t have past date ideas to work off of.  At least not to the expense of most other people.

So Friday night, Schatz called and said- meet me at the restaurant I have a surprise for you.  Well, unfortunately, we had other plans that conflicted (that I forgot to communicate) so we had to delay our date night.  Schatz was wanting to commemorate our dating anniversary-which he does occasionally and very sweetly.  So, we were originally contemplating a movie- but alas, our movie tastes are so varied and neither of us could agree on a movie.

But the weather has been nice, so I recommended mini-putt.  After a wonderful dinner at a local restaurant, that included having a “Grown-Up Dreamsicle” Soda, we got to the mini-putt complex and decided that the everyone else in the world must have been thinking along the same lines as us.   Bummer!

Batting Cages

Look at me- hitting 12/14 softball pitches! Go me!


So instead, we decided to spend some time in the batting cages and in the arcade. Let me just say, I rocked the Casbah! Especially since this gal was never a I was a freaking heavy hitter.  I also kicked Schatz’s butt in air hockey.  And he kindly won enough tickets for me to get a beloved “sticky hand”.   Overall, I was a happy date. Our dinner was more expensive than the fun we had acting like teenagers at the arcade.  And it was fun.  I hadn’t sat in a racing car chair in forever.  And apparently driving for real has made me a much better fake Nascar driver.

I guess what this made me realize, overall, was that it is so important to just keep trying to do new things, anything with your significant other.  If you love each other, you’ll have a blast no matter what, and spending time with one another is the reason you’re doing this whole dating thing (and in our case marriage thing).  Get out there and act like a kid.

If anyone has any great date night activities- I’d love for you to share in the comments below.

Walking the Pup and each other

So this weekend was chock full of stuff to do.  Schatz and I started Friday evening with dinner and taking Zoey on a walk at a local trail.  I’m thinking it was roughly 2 mile walk (that’s what I’d like to think in my head- but I need to take something next time).   Zoey is a funny little pup- she won’t walk in our neighborhood, so we have to load her  up in the car and drive her to the park.

What I’m sure Zoey is thinking whenever we’re in the car. Found on Pinterest

The entire time driving there- she’s looking at me like the picture to the left(except I tend to think she’s much cuter).  So we get to the park and have ourselves a nice little walk.  I’m overweight, and for most of my life I’ve been healthily overweight.  I have great Blood Pressure, never had any trouble with other health issues (cholesterol, etc) and more.  Schatz, however, recently left his job at the hospital that kept him walking all over that place to start a job where he won’t be quite as mobile.  So in an effort to keep us both healthy, it’s my goal to get us walking more often.  It’ll be good for Zoey too, especially as we get closer to transitioning to Schatz and I living together and taking her away from her other puppy buddies that she plays with all day.

So with that said, I’m in search of a great app that I can put on my phone for these walks. I want to give us a chance to figure out what we’re doing (how far we’re walking and other trail information) in case we decide to make this some sort of hobby or something…

Friday, Friday, and Coconut LaCroix!

I’m a proud sister today.   My little brother, the one I watched take his first steps, yell “uh-oh” for his first word, and think snow is milk- was given a scholarship last night. Today is his last day of High School and he graduates in a week. I find it so hard to believe that the little boy that I used to persuade into watching Pocahontas, is now old enough to buy lottery tickets.

He’s become such a smart young man, and someone I love to hang out with.  And he’s leaving me to go to Utah.  Half way across the country.  I’ll let that sink in for a minute, after all, I have until October before I have to say goodbye.

So, today I’m comforting myself with some Coconut La Croix.  At work, I can at least pretend I’m sipping on something alcoholic and tropical. Which makes the day much sunnier. I love La Croix when I can’t use my Soda Stream.  When I lived in Germany, I went from drinking at least 5 pops (yup- I’m from the Midwest) to drinking just sparkling water.  Here at work, I’m lucky that they provide sparkling water all day, everyday. Sparkling water is was a great way for me to get the carbonation (which is what I really loved about pop) without all those pesky calories.  Not like you’d know by looking at me- but I do try to eat healthy for the most part, much to the dismay of Schatz (my fiance), who would much rather I ate junk food all the time. This week I purchased The Fresh 20 lunch plan, so I could get some good shopping lists and ideas for lunches that don’t involve me grabbing food so I can sleep a little longer.  Hopefully I’ll try them this upcoming week and let you know how it goes.


I want to start making sure as we set up our lives together, that we are doing so as healthily as possible. In fact, because his new job will take away all the time he spent walking in his last job, I’m going to start instituting walking times for us throughout the week (we’ll see if I can make that work). Since I started commuting, I realized that I missed exercising, but really find it hard to tell Schatz that I have to stop talking (on the computer- for example) and go for a walk or something. He keeps telling me just how wonderful I look and so on, but I try to tell him it’s not about looks for me- I really could care less what size I am, but has way more to do with wanting to stay healthy.  Especially now that I have someone to stay healthy for.  And it’s important for him, because his grandmother has Congestive Heart Failure currently and there is a history of heart issues all over his family tree. We met so late in his life, I want to make sure we have each other for as long as we can.

So starting tonight (I think- if it doesn’t storm), I’m going to try and get us both out of the house for a walk.  It’ll give  us some good time together, with no one around.

Happy Friday folks!