Home again, home again

"Home again, home again, jiggity jog." That just popped into my head and is now making me wonder whether it's from an actual story/song, or if my grandma just made it up? She used to "sing" it to us in the car when we were headed home from anywhere. Hmm.

Anyway, I am back home! Moved in on Saturday and am not totally sure how I'm feeling about everything, but it is what it is, and it will sure allow me to save some moolah. Here's one thing about moving home I had been looking forward to:


Aww, Marvy.

It was great having help from Vanessa (who amazingly puzzle-packed my whole kitchen up into a few boxes) and my mom, sister and dad, who was able to get a huge flatbed truck with gates and a lift that practically fit all of my furniture. I could not have done it alone (unless I hired movers, of course)!

On a completely unrelated note, I get really irritated sometimes when people at the gym just assume you came there to socialize and converse with them. Case in point: my sister and I went into the sauna last night, not even really talking to each other, and this older dude sitting in there wearing just a pair of shorts and his huge belly, long gray hair and missing tooth, starts talking to us. You know, small talk, what we came to the gym to do, etc. And we were nice at first, but the more and more he kept talking, the less and less we were responsive, and he still did not get it. Sorry, sir, but I'm not interested in hearing about 1) how much you paid for the gym clothes you're wearing (or not wearing, in his case), 2) where you live, what gym you normally go to, and why you're at this particular facility tonight, and 3) how you're old and out of shape, and we're so lucky 'cause we're young, and we don't even know how hard it is to get in shape when you're old, blah blah blah (like, really, what am I supposed to say to that??). Needless to say, he cut our hoped-for sauna time in half, at least.

Anyway, now that I'm moved home and have all that junk out of the way, I really need to start logging in the miles in preparation for my first marathon and the Mission Gorge and/or Black Mountain trail races (probably just the latter, as time is kinda dwindling down) I hope to do. Probably going on a run with Giselle this weekend if it still works for us, and definitely squeezing in a hike with Rachel and Morgan since I couldn't this weekend. Other than that, lots of treadmill running (bleh) and gym time, 'cause it's that or run outside in the dark. Man, I miss all those summer daylight hours ...

Pumpkin and stuff

I have officially, painfully decided to move back home for the sake of paying all my crap off and saving money for either travel or homeownership.

Not only will I save in rent, but also gas and electric, cable, groceries ...

But I will miss living by myself, and I'm sure I'll want out again pronto. Hoping time flies by in that respect.

In happier (for me) news, I made some delicious oatmeal this morning: pumpkin, oatmeal, honey and cinnamon. It honestly tasted like I was eating some fancy little seasonal-Starbucks thing for breakfast! Yummm.



Nutrition value of pumpkin is pretty good too, which is great for me 'cause I love it. Granted, it was from a can, but still. It boasts Vitamins E, B6, A and C, and also fiber, Pottasium and low fat, to name a few.

Please be advised that this picture does not do it justice, and truthfully, might make it look a little less appealing than my description. But it was delicious and nutritious ("... and I made it for the family that I -- looove.") Trivia Question: In which lovable '80s/'90s series can that lyric be heard? Answer: Full House. Author? Danny Tanner a.k.a. Bob Saget a.k.a. raunchy old guy. It's when a bunch of 'em are sick and he makes them lunch ... "tunafish and salad" came before the "delicious and nutritious." How I know all this? Tooooo much TV as a kid, and apparently nothing better to do. Wow! That was a tangent!

Afternoon contemplations and reminiscing ...

I miss my animals. Well, just having pets in general, I guess. I wish I had a place of my own where I could actually own pets (my apartment now won't even allow me to take my kitty Marvin with me ... he currently lives with my parents, where he loves it, so I guess it's not a problem). I also think about just moving home to save money (to use to pay off stuff, travel, save for aforementioned house-of-my-own, etc.) but I just don't know. Home's not exactly close to things. But I do miss my little sister and THIS guy (Cody, a.k.a "Cody Bear"): My sister would kill me if she knew I posted that. Then again, it's on her Facebook, so she might not.



Back to the travel thing. Here's a picture of when I went to Ireland this past summer. It was my first time ever out of the country, so I had to get a passport for the first time, update my Tetnis shot, all that good stuff. Damn do those shots hurt, though! Anyway, this is at the Cliffs of Moher. I went with my friend Devon (below), and we just went on a whim, backpacks, no plans ... it was the best ever. I want to do more trips like that, but that requires money, which I can only save if I move home (really, it's true, I already figured it out).








So, I guess in the mean time, I'll just stick it out through the holidays, think it out, wait 'til one of the few people I'd actually want to live with needs a roommate (ha!) ... and until then, just try to save the measley 100 bucks a month! Oh, bills.