Saturday, January 30, 2010

get those housewarming gifts ready

am blogging sustenance: Mighty Leaf Organic Breakfast Tea
am blogging soundtrack: HGTV's Holmes on Homes (Yeah. I know.)

Have an extremely busy day of brunch, massages, and possibly a movie planned. Not quite sure how I'll make it through:) But, seriously? Just trying to take it super easy while making it out into the world at the same time. Suspect that so much time off my couch will leave me exhausted by mid-afternoon. I hate being sick. Even the recovery time sucks. Which is why I'm reentering life with a few of my favorite things:)

As you might have gathered from my choice of blogging soundtrack above, I have a new addiction and it is called HGTV. This has slowly become my go-to channel when looking for a way to pass a random available hour. But over the past 48 hours it's become so much more. Even I can't sleep for 18 hours a day. So my sick days included a lot of cuddling up on my couch with my favorite flannel pajamas, a big mug of tea, one of Grandma's quilts, and the priceless advice of some of my new best friends.

Mike Holmes taught me how to build a garage and renovate a basement, the right way. Sandra Rinomato has loaded me up with tons of helpful hints for buying my first home. Jamie Durie makes me want my own outdoor living space so badly it hurts. And David Bromstad has given me some wild ideas on color. They've been great. They're been entertaining. I guess what they've really been is inspiring.

So. You're reading it here first, folks. I'm going on a house hunt. And I can't wait:)

Friday, January 29, 2010

now, about that hero I mentioned . . .

I'm sure he'll find this at least a little embarrassing, but I'm banking on him forgetting about the existence of my humble little blog. I just got the following email from Clayton:

Dearest Amy,
I hope your day is going well and you didn't drown in your sleep; but got tons of good reparative zzz's. I love you and can't wait to see you tonight. If you are still feeling sick, I don't think I'll sleep over, just so I don't get sick/keep you up/have you keep me up, but in the morning call me when you wake up and I'll head over to you so either we can get breakfast or I'll bring it to you. I brought the cold and sinus balm that you got me to work, so I can head straight from here to you and rub you down.
Very Much in Love,
Clayton

I'm a very lucky -although still a little on the snotty side- girl:)

cabin fever

It's cold and rainy and I feel like crap. Welcome to my pity party. Can I get you a drink?

Went home early from work today for the second day in a row. I'm such a slacker. My partners have been great, letting me cut out early after I've seen all my peops. And how do I thank them? By leaving lots of amy's-sick cooties in my wake. Nice, huh? I think they were all just really thankful that I made it in each morning to see my share of our 120 plus patients before crying uncle. Wondering if my patients are feeling that same level of appreciation . . .

Was supposed to road trip to Houston this weekend for TC's baby shower. Now that's out and I feel terrible about missing the opportunity to see Leticia and her baby bump. But there's no way I'm letting little Mexi-melt be exposed to my current brand of nasty:(

Feeling miserable but also extremely antsy. Just going a little stir crazy, ya know? Counting on Clayton rescuing me from myself when he gets off work tonight. My hero:)

My good habits have been suffering this week while I've been sick. Really hard to convince yourself that 50 crunches are necessary when you're hacking up a lung. Hoping that I can get back on track soon . . . Still haven't decided what to add in for February.

Wow. This was all a little depressing. Should have offered you guys a double.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

buliding a negotiation

Last week Clayton and I had a fight. Well, several in fact. We're better than ever now and - while very important at the time - the details aren't all that relevant to the purpose of this post. These fights were long distant as I'd made the trek to central Florida to check in on little sister Sarah. While wasting time at the Orlando Airport prior to my flight back to Texas, I found a book. A really, really great book.

Why Him? Why Her? is written by Helen Fisher and it's enlightening. Seriously. It places people in 4 primary personality groups and sort of dissects who and how each of the groups love. Some of it is a little on the cheesy side but other parts are very nearly inspiring. For me, the worth of the book can be summed up by this: Instead of asking Clayton to analyze with me every small nuance of our fight - which is the way I usually roll - I just came home and told him I loved him. And we were both more than ok with that.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

l'amour de ma vie

am blogging soundtrack: the sweet randomness of my iPod
am blogging sustenance: a ten-cup pot of Allegro Celebration Caffe

All the trappings were in place. We were both wearing finery reserved for special occasions. Finery so reserved that this was actually only the second time I'd seen him in a suit. To compliment, I had donned my favorite Audrey Hepburn-inspired LBD. We had chosen a locale very appropriate for a celebration. Fancy French food with a tuxedoed wait staff. There was a champagne cart. A palate-cleansing egg custard courtesy of our chef. Exquisitely prepared rabbit. Beautiful lamb chops and Paris-worthy duck. And, of course, goat cheese. Eventually, a dark chocolate bomb with pear and passion fruit. A vintage port. All accompanied by the most attentive yet discrete service possible.

My favorite part about all of it? Great conversation with an incredible man. Conversation that would have been just as fun and stimulating if we'd decided to celebrate with burgers and beer instead of confit and champagne. Equally at home at both Angry Dog and Aurora. Don't get me wrong, the trappings were nice. Very, very nice. But at the end of the day, all I really need is that great conversation with that incredible man.