We watched Season 1 Disk 5 last night. w00t! There are 4 shows per disk.  Each show is one hour “real time” but with commercials cut out it takes about 2.5 hours to watch.  It’s funny because every time an hour is up Ben’s like, “So do you wanna watch the next episode?”

Wednesday night after hour 1:
Ben: So, do you wanna keep going?:
Me: You know we’re watching the whole disk tonight so you might as well just start the next one, there’s no reason to ask.
Ben: *turns on hour 2*

After hour two:
*credits are rolling*
*Ben is not moving*
*looks at Ben, nods towards TV*
Ben: Is that how you signal for your next hit of crack?
Me: Just turn it on, sheesh!!

After hour three:
*credits are rolling*
*hands start shaking a little*
*looks at Ben*
*Ben starts to FUCK WITH MY HEAD*
Me: Just turn it on man!! What are you waiting for?!?! Can’t you see something really important is about to happen!!! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!!:
*whole body starts to shake*
*assumes fetal position*
*Ben starts hour four*

20 minutes later:
*shaking has started to subside, no longer sweating, able to speak coherently again*

Yes people, it’s THAT bad.  At the end of season three I might require some methodone and counseling.

Ben being from Washington and my Mom’s whole family being from Pennsylvania with my grandpap having worked in the steel industry in Pittsburgh most of his life has made this Superbowl fun to watch! Ben and I are competing against each other. From the couch! While other people are doing all the work! HA!

To make it even BETTER!! I won $100 from the $5 Superbowl pool I bought into at work. My numbers were 1st quarter winners. And if nobody scores in the next quarter, I’ll win $100 more! w00t!!

And now I’m going to go and try to stop the bleeding in my ears that started when the Rolling Stones started singing…

Ben and I are both hooked.  Ben had not see the first seasons at all and I had caught shows randonly so we’ve started Netflixing them.  We watched four shows this evening and probably would have watched more except there are only four shows per DVD.

HEE HEE!  If you have not yet, check them out.  Fantastic show.  Plus, when I was younger I used to day dream that I was some Super Secret Totally Awsome FBI agent who saved the world over and over and over.  So this just gives me fresh story lines…

Shut up.

This post is going to be all over and around the corner and up the hill and back again. Stick with me.

*puts the post in gear*

I’ve started to add the finishing touches to the layout. The site section is up and running. I’m adding content slowly and as it’s completed. I feel good about how organized and pretty all the site info looks. Well, now that I look…. there should be bullets in front of the “Software” list. Dammit. Ah well, work in progress!!

I also have started the color change (links, title, etc.) Menu looks different. Still working. Might be finished tomorrow (yeah right), or next week, or next month (which also happens to be…. NEXT WEEK. HA!). The good thing is that I’m coming up on the one month mark and I’m still head over heals in love with kiwi. If it could snuggle with me at night to keep me warm Ben might find himself out of a job.

Kidding!!!

*shifts into second*

The New Girl became and American citizen yesterday. I decorated her desk with red, white and blue streamers and starts and balloons. It was cute and she was really surprised. I’m so happy for her. She really is my favorite co-worker. What’s amazing to me is that I can talk to her about current events. All the American born people there are clueless about politics. I’d bet over half of them didn’t even vote in the last presidential election. *shakes head* AND! She makes lumpia. So she wins COOLEST CO-WORKER EVER by default.

*shifts into third*

I’ve lost an additional two pounds. That’s 8 total so far. I feel better and better every day. I think I’m going on a week+ with no ‘Attack of the Killer Stomach’.

People are commenting now. Like, seeing the difference. It might be that since I’ve started shedding the pounds I’ve become somewhat obsessive about skincare again. Working out will really play hell on your complexion! I have some Mary Kay Day and Night solution on the way. That stuff is fucking fantastic.

*slams it into fourth*

Tonight Cassidy made this face and I had to capture it. This is the face she makes instead of saying ‘You adults are out of your minds.’ She’s starting to master the art of saying such things with body language.

I need to start taking more pictures again. I was obsessed for awhile but I kinda got sidetracked. I’m ready to start the obsession again. One part of it, I’m sure, was that I tend to… take pictures of myself (shut up, Ben) and I was just not happy with what I was seeing. I’m feeing better and better about that now.

*finds fifth*

Ben’s recovery is going quite well. He’s getting around sans crutches and the flexibility is getting better and better every day. He has aches and pains here and there but that’s to be expected when you don’t really use your leg at all for a week straight.

He was able to get into the M3 tonight. So for him at least, all is right with the world.

*engages cruise control*

I don’t usually do this because I find “plugging” people and site’s kinda… trendy-ish but what the hell, right? I can jump on the bandwagon for one post.

If you haven’t already, go check out becca. I’ve become a daily stalker of hers. Sooner or later I’m gonna have to start commenting. Well, commenting more. I’ve gone off track…

She makes me literally laugh out loud and it’s refreshing to see another young mother who’s so real, and a geek, and who takes lots of pictures, and plays video games, and is such a fantastic writer, and has a secret shrine set up to worship her skinny jeans. Okay, maybe that last part isn’t true but since we have so many other things in common I figured I’d throw that in there to make myself feel more non-lunatic-ish. Plus, she has some of the cutest little rugrats ever!!

I’m laying on the couch typing this from the laptop that Ben brought home from work to keep him company while he recovered. This is the first time in a week I’ve gotten to lay on the big couch. I don’t quite understand how this is a BAD way to spend three days!!

We had a bit of a scare yesterday. Ben had been complaining about his left leg, the surgery leg, being colder than the other. I figured it was a mix of the Vicodin and laying on the couch for three days making him delirious but I finally decided to see for myself Tuesday night and it really was cooler to the touch than his “good” leg.

Thursday he ended up at the doctor getting an ultrasound to check for blood clots while I stayed home and wore a rut behind the couch I’m loving so much right now.. Blood clots. The thought of it scared me. A lot. He had all the classic symptoms. Cold, pain in the calf, numbness. I was convinced that the next call I’d get would be from his doctor telling me to meet them at the hospital.

In that 30 painful minutes of waiting and pacing and calling him and waiting some more then messaging him then pacing then calling my mom and pacing… I was just overcome with this feeling of dread. What if something happens to Ben? Ben is my rock. He’s my solid, thoughtful, rational, responsible, completely sane rock. And how would I explain it to Cassidy?

Ben and I don’t have the “perfect” relationship. I realize it can come across that way on my blog because when it comes to him I tend to write about the good stuff. The happy stuff. The stuff that is frosted with goodness and coated in sugar. It’s the stuff that I want to look back on in 3, 10, 25 years and remember.

But we do have hard times. And like the really good times are euphoric and warm, the really bad times are low and powerfully painful. We are two very opinionated individuals. And while we have many similarities, we have just as many differences too. He literally is the Yin to my Yang. Or the Yang to my Yin. I’m not exactly sure how that works.

Anyway, he’s fine. At least he seems to be. They didn’t find a clot but they haven’t offered an explanation yet as to why his leg is running cooler and his calf is so sore. Hopefully the doctor will have the answer we are looking for tomorrow.

The reason I wanted to write this out was to remind everybody to find your Yang and hold on to them tight. Because the bad times pass, and the good times are what make life worth living.