What Home?

So C’s season is set to start shortly.  He starts training camp this week actually.  The team has the guys stay in the same hotel together during camp.  So he’ll be gone every night, but oh well, only two weeks right?

Ha.  That’s what I thought. The team has decided to move the guys to a new complex next season.  This means that they have to move out of the apartments they are currently in.  By Friday.  They just told us on Monday. 

I’m currently freaking out.   C will live at the hotel and I will live….um? Where will all of our stuff go?  What about October (my cat)?  Where will we send our mail?  What about Direct TV? Oh my, I have so many worries and questions!

I can’t go back to my condo because it is currently being rented out.  4 days notice is definitely not long enough to do much of any kind of planning. I am a major planner in life and this is killing me!

I will be back with updates….but for now I am taking a few days off of work to pack and get the heck out of dodge!

Growing Older

Whelp.....as of last week I'm 29 years old. 

This is officially the last year of my twenties.

Also, I don't care.

I had several friends that made a point to mention that it was the last year of my twenties.  That I am now almost thirty.  They told me how they cried when they turned thirty and now I am so close to that.  Am I supposed to be that upset?  I guess to me (at this point in my life at least) age is just a number.

Maybe it just has to do with how happy I am with my life?  I own my own home, I have a great job, a wonderful family and I am in a happy, committed relationship with the perfect man. What is there to be upset about?!?  Well I guess my life isn't *perfect* but who's is?

My actual birthday this year was pretty low key. It was a Thursday, so I took the day off. The only plans I made for the day involved food. I slept through breakfast (totally my plan), had my favorite salad from Sauce (pinenut, chicken, gorgonzola...mmmm) and had my other favorite salad from Buca di Beppo (their house salad with prosciutto and gorgonzola) for dinner. We got super lucky and they put us at the kitchen table at Buca.  Is it obvious I love gorgonzola cheese?

On Saturday night we planned on playing B.A.D Bingo at a local casino. It sounds cool (even though it only stands for Bingo After Dark).  It involves bingo, cheap drinks and glow sticks.  Why wouldn’t you want to go to that? Turns out I had the same idea as about 500 other people that night….which doesn’t work when there are only about 200 chairs in the bingo hall!  We got there a half hour early and the line was probably about 300 people long (seriously, it wrapped around the whole room) and the chairs were are full.  My party of 10 wasn’t going to get a chair for sure.  So we left and went to Sandbar down the street.  It was still fun J

C joined my mom and me for our annual birthday dinner at Benihana the following Monday night.  Her birthday is 2 days after mine so we always go have a free dinner.  If you sign up for their email club they send you a certificate for $30 to spend at their restaurant anytime during the whole month of your birthday. Thirty dollars!  It’s pretty awesome. Sorry the pic is such poor quality, I took it from my cell phone.

Birthday celebrations were a success if you ask me!

So here's to another year...the last year of my twenties.

I hope you rock 29!

                                                                           

Life Lessons Learned: Number Two

Last weekend C and I went to a house warming party for some friends.  We had completely forgotten about it until about an hour after it started. We were still in our PJ’s on the couch when we realized it and didn’t really want to go, but I thought since we had RSVP’d that we better go.

I’m glad we did. We had a lot of fun!

The host couple is currently expecting a baby so the wife obviously wasn’t drinking. The husband on the other hand…..definitely was. You could tell he was drunk but everyone was having fun and it definitely wasn’t obnoxious or out of hand.

I noticed the wife was getting increasingly frustrated and upset with him.  I do this when C drinks too.  I get so annoyed and frustrated trying to deal with him. I feel like because he is “mine” I have to be the one to babysit him.

Watching the two of them this week I realized that what I find annoying and frustrating….no one else even notices!  I bet half the time they actually LIKE it! I am the only one who is so worried that he is acting like an idiot or whatnot. 

So…I am going to try to loosen my “reins” when we are out.  I clearly don’t need to worry like I do!

(Hmmm….this “worry” thing seems to be a recurring thing in my life)

Life Lessons Learned: Number One

The week has really been tough. C has been injured and in physical therapy for the entire off-season.  Because of this, the team has paid for the apartment.   On Tuesday all of the players had appointments with a new doctor and then were told that they were all probably going to be released from IR and promptly asked to move out of the apartments.

That would be the apartment that we live in.  So yeah.

We might get kicked out of our home.

It could be next week, it could be three weeks from now, or maybe the team will just get lazy and wait and not even kick us out until the season starts again and we will be moving to the new apartments anyways.

I have been completely freaking out.  Worrying about where we will live, how we will pay for it, what we will do with all of our furniture, wondering if we will be able to take October (my cat) along, how will we move our furniture, what will we do about Direct TV (they want to charge us $230 to move!) and the list goes on and on.  Not knowing when this could happen is really killing me. I’m a planner. I need to know.  C is just fine.  He is not a worrier.  He thinks everything will just work itself out.

My goodness, I wish I could be like that. I really want to try.

I’ve learned this week that I really need to try harder to trust God.  He will protect me and take care of me.  He will help to work all of this out. It’s in his will.

Ultimately, I know all this.  But to let go is extremely hard for me.

On Wednesday, his coach told him he might have to have surgery. This would mean that the team would continue paying for his apartment and we’d have somewhere to live.  Just like that, a day later, I find out that I may have worried (and yeah, cried) for no reason.

I'm praying that the decide to go ahead with the surgery. We should find out any day now.

I need to trust God.

(PS: I feel kinda bad that I’m praying for my BF to have to have surgery….but I am.  I mean, he would have to have it anyways (either now or at the end of the season) so I am really just praying that they decide to do it now. I’m not a horrible person right?!?)