June 24th, 2010
I may be crap at writing on this one, but if you want to know what’s what come check out Jockey Boomtastic’s page at http://allieandmatt.tumblr.com/
See you there!
May 31st, 2010
I haven’t posted in months because frankly, all I could think is what’s so important about my life that people want to read about it? Certainly I travel a lot, and I have some random experiences, I just felt like it wasn’t really important enough to write about. Who am I after all? And Lord knows I”m not the best writer.
Truth is though, the reason for reading anyone’s blog is to keep up with those people. It’s a little voyeuristic, a little entertainment and a dash of keeping up with your friend’s and families lives. And though I didn’t really think I had much to talk about, that changed about 16 weeks ago.
‘Cause I’m knocked up.
Yep, I said it. There was the thought of turning this into a baby blog, but I felt awkward about it. Certainly this is a huge deal, but it’s not as if it’s the ONLY big thing I’ve done or will do in my life. I suddenly became acutely aware of how much I was (or wasn’t as the case may be) talking about this pregnancy. I became obsessed with the idea that I didn’t want to take up all the air space-I mean really who wants to hear endlessly about someone else’s life right?
And I know what anyone who knows me is thinking. Yes, I am normally totally at ease being the chatty cathy, or having eyes on me. Hello, theater major? But as much as it may surprise you, it surprises me 10 fold. I mean, I can’t even say “I’m pregnant” but instead announce “I’m knocked up”. Yet here I am saying it, it feels awkward for me to talk about the pregnancy, or the baby, or what I’m going though. It’s not that I don’t want to really, it’s just suddenly foreign to me.
And while I stand by my statement that no one wants to constantly hear white noise about someone else’s life constantly, as has been pointed out to me people who love me want to know b/c frankly, it’s what is happening in our worlds and those people do care.
So, with that, the boy has been working on updating the Allieandmatt.com website, which should be revealed in a few days time. On it the hope is that you’ll be able to see updates, clips, photos and other fun little items about Jocky Boomtasic (the boy’s nickname). Until then…
March 4th, 2010
I have a bottle full of little white pills…sweet, precious, worth more than gold little white pills. It’s taken me 3 tries to get the prescription filled, but it’s finally done.
So why do I have this blessed little bottle is the most logical question. On Tuesday while at the airport in Kansas City I received a call that I have an autoimmune disease. It’s called…wait for it <breath>
Hypothyroidism
(que internal giggling)
Ok so I have to admit I’m feeling punchy. If you know me you know I have a flair for, shall we say, the drama and if you can’t tell already, I’m being a goof. The truth is that yes, it’s autoimmune but it’s just an under producing thyroid. Well, “just” is a relative term. I cannot lie I’m beyond relieved to hear that I have a crappy thyroid. Giddy even.
Now don’t go getting me wrong. I don’t think that I’m fat just b/c I have a lazy thyroid. I’m fat b/c I like food. But you have to understand that I”ve been following all of my Weight Watchers rules, even working out religiously and at first I was staying even and then, as if that wasn’t insulting enough, I started gaining weight. Oh nothing that was even equivalent to a whole pound, but when you let Jillian abuse you every afternoon and avoid treats well, let’s just say it’s a touch frustrating. One might even say that I had a little itty bitty temper tantrum expression of frustration last week. So to have at least some semblance of an explanation (albeit not an entire solution) is awesome. Meanwhile this week I didn’t work out, followed the plan (but not over the weekend) and *wham* 1.8 lbs down. Go figure. And I haven’t even started the pills yet so perhaps I just need to go a bit easier on myself?
Anywho
The whole weight thing is certainly a PITA but moreover, there are a series of other symptoms that are even more debilitating. Naming, the extreme fatigue. So, I’m hopeful. And if not this then we’ll see what else there is to do.
And in the meantime, I’ll do my little happy dance all over Kansas City airport.
February 22nd, 2010
Today has been an awesome day; an awesome day filtered in with some not-so-awesomeoness. But let’s start with the good.
Guess who is one of the top 5 producers in her company?! That’s right-Top 5 be-atches! Actually, as it turns out 3 of the 5 of us are from the DC office.
Because I love what I do and well, because this is a public blog I’ll just leave it as “top 5 producer”. If you know me you know (or can find out) what that means, but I’d rather stay employed thankyouverymuch. I have to be honest, I’m over the moon. I am so very proud.
And then I came home. And the boy, while happy, wasn’t through the roof (as I suppose I expected). And I was hurt. And I should know better than to set up expectations, because let’s face it setting expectations for others never ends up like you want. But as he put it, and the fact is, that winning some award doesn’t make me who I am and quite frankly doesn’t change “what everyone knows about me”. It’s just announcing out loud the reality of my day-t0-day life.
Should I be proud? Yep. Am I proud? You damn straight. And the boy is proud too. Add to that some less than stellar news we learned about our dear friend’s pups, and it’s a gentle reminder that at the end of the day, there’s more to life than winning awards. Oh yea, and next time, I’ll send a memo about the reaction I’m looking for 
PS-I’m still top 5 be-atches!
February 20th, 2010
As it turns out, I’ve been doing pretty well with the whole “no Aspartame” thing. I realized yesterday though, as I downed my 3rd gallon of water, that there is a good chance it’s like when we quit smoking. The first few days it’s all about proving yourself and it’s a challenge. By day 17 though, heck by day 5, it’s lost it’s luster and damn it you just want a freakin’ smoke!
*ahem*
Anywho, where was I? oh yes, doing well. The irony is that I’ve been drinking a lot more wine thank normal but hey, what’re ya gonna do? And I’ve been very proud of myself, only really being tempted around 2pm and at dinner time. Oh, and driving home from work when I want gum. But nothing too bad. That is, until today. Today when I met my Nemesis…the weekend.
It started out innocently enough. The boy and I were running errands and he headed to 7-11 for a drink. I can’t have diet soda, I won’t have regular soda, and I can’t have gum. Hmmmm. I should note I cannot be in the car without a drink and/or snack. I ended up with a York Peppermint Patty. But then we headed to Target and I thought I would loose it. There I stood, headlong down the aisle of all things Aspartame–diet sodas and Crystal light drinks galore. And if I thought THAT was bad, when we got to the checkout the little mini-fridge was literally calling my name. At one point one of the employees told us to go to line 3 (lines were long) and there was no wait. But the lady was snarky telling us she was closed. Poor uninformed woman. I let her know that her coworker actually told us to come to her line, where in she promptly said something that sounded like “he not my team leader” and shooed us away. I resisted the urge to scream
“TEAM Leader?! What the hell do you think this is lady the starship f’ing enterprise?!”
Which I’m glad i didn’t b/c I totally got two sci-fi space movies confused but I cannot help it…I’m in the throws of withdrawl. Anyway, after informing everyone who would listen what a snarky narcissist she was, I gave her “a stern look” and we got in a different line…a line full of gum.
After that it’s all dark and fuzzy. All I know is I’m safe at home with my wine, and I lived to tell the tale.