Current Dirt

My mother wants to know.

So what happened? I wanted to do my own thing, have my own blog, blah, blah, blah, so where are the posts? Well here are a couple of excuses I came up with in the shower just now…

Its been too hot. I have a desktop computer (as opposed to a laptop) and therefore write posts in our home office. And that room has been hot, melt your brain hot. Even on evenings that have been comfortable outside, the heat has been trapped inside. Granted, we have a window air conditioner for the office. I’m looking at it right now. Sitting on the floor.

I didn’t know where to start. I kept a list of things I wanted to post about during the blog transition. But once the site was up and running I didn’t write about the old or the new and then felt like I got too far behind and ended up not writing at all.

To blog or not to blog. I took the transition as an opportunity to debate if I wanted to continue a blog or not. I do want to document in writing what happens in my life. Pre-blog it was a a shoe box full of ticket stubs, concert programs, photos and receipts but never a place for my words (and journals are so 1992). So when I started a blog the stories in my head had a place to go. And I have decided to continue putting them here. Of course the shoe box will still be around too.

Here’s hoping this entry will open the flood gates again.

OK, no more excuses. Let’s move on and start talking about, well, me.

I told Tom last night that if I was super motivated I would wake up Saturday morning and take the 8:30 a.m. spinning class followed by a sculpting class and if I was just motivated (not super motivated) I would just go to the sculpting class. At 8 a.m. I kissed Tom good-bye and told him I would see him around 11:00 (super motived). I was home by 9:00. When I got to the spin room the class was full and I decided not to hang around for an hour for the sculpting class. For some reason the thought of hopping on a cardio machine or walking the track didn’t seem that appealing to me when I was all geared up to spin.

But why waste a perfectly good workout outfit? So I woke Tom up and asked if he wanted to go for a bike ride. He recently bought a new bike and with a minor seat adjustment I am able to ride his old one. Knowing that he wouldn’t jump out of bed for this offer I brought reinforcement…french vanilla coffee and an onion bagel with butter. I knew that would at least get him out of bed and then I would guilt him into the bike ride. “But look how cute I am in a spandex t-back shirt.” (OK, so not that cute.)

So after a bit of mumbling and grumbling we somehow got both bikes down to the trail and had a lovely ride along the Hudson River. It took me a second to adjust from my spinning mentality to a real bike mentality. Like when I went to adjust something the bike wobbled, my feet weren’t strapped in, and on certain terrain I actually lost resistance. But I loved it. We left the bikes in the car so we could go again Sunday morning. Who needs a crowded spin room on a lovely Saturday morning anyway?

Ahh, blogging, it feels good to be back.

Just a little side note: If you can see a blue bird at the top of this page then welcome to the new Current Dirt. If you still see the flowers with the brown background then the site hasn’t caught up with you yet, but it will.

Co-blogging with Sara for the past year was a great way to get my feet wet in the blogging world. Having another Dirt Girl to feel my way around the blogosphere was a wonderful experience and a lot of fun. But then I got the itch. The itch to evolve into something of my own. And without the original Current Dirt I wouldn’t be taking this next step. I am thankful for the past year and look forward to what lies ahead for both of us.

Tom is addicted to McDonald’s chocolate shakes. The other night he got a chocolate shake from an ice cream stand made with real ingrediants. I asked how it was and he just shrugged so I said, “It’s no McDonald’s shake huh?”

So last night we were in the drive thu line at McDonald’s to get Tom his fix. As we are waiting we hear the order being taken in front of us:

“I would like the two cheeseburger meal.”
“What?”
“The two cheeseburger meal.”
“Can you repeat that?”
Louder, “Two cheeseburger meal!”
“Can you speak a little louder?”
Even louder, “THE TWO CHEESEBURGER MEAL!”
“I still can’t hear you?”
“Forget it…I’ll have two cheeseburgers, a fry and a drink.”
“What size fry?”
“Medium”
“What size drink”
“Medium”

It struck me funny that the only way the woman working the drive thru could hear the order was when the person in the car broke it down by item which in fact was the two cheeseburger meal. I laughed so hard on the drive home I had tears in my eyes. I kept repeating, “Nevermind, I’ll have two cheeseburgers, a fry and a drink.” And Tom would say, “What size fry?” Tears people, tears.

Needless to say when we got to the speaker to order a shake our experience was very similar:

Loudly, “I’ll have a medium chocolate shake.”
“A what?”
Louder, “A medium chocolate shake.”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you.”
“Nevermind, I’ll have two cheeseburgers, a fry, and a drink.”

Let’s face it. That’s what I am. There are a billion bloggers that post Monday through Friday and take the weekend off (possibly to write all of their posts and then use the savvy “Timestamp” feature) whereas I tend to wrap it all up Sunday night.

So here it goes…

When we last left off I was killing time before watching the series finale of The Sopranos. When the screen went to black I didn’t think the cable turned off but I was one of the people who thought we would get some answers after the credits. No such luck. So as you know we were all left to wonder if Tony lives happily ever after or got one in the temple. I don’t know the answer but in hind sight I like that we were left wondering. But I admit, at the time I was pretty annoyed.

Thursday I went to see an acupuncturist to treat my IBS. He did a combination of acupuncture and frequency specific microcurrent (something about accelerating healing at the cellular level…whatever…just make me feel better). After putting the acupuncture needles in my legs and arms he sat at a computer connected to little packs that were placed along my back and belly. Then I waited. I waited for over an hour for something to happen. Nothing happened because it was happening. All the turning of dials and clicking of buttons on his computer was making something happen while I waited for something to happen. When I go back this week I will know that the nothing that is happening is what’s happening. And hopefully after four visits something will happen.

Saturday, after a long day of volunteer work, Tom and I went to the Midtown Tap and Tea Room which is the new neighborhood bar at the top of our street. A lovely place, by the way. As we made our way to the front bar Tom was welcomed by the staff like he was a regular. He was greeted with hellos, handshakes, and “good to see you again.” What? Oh, that’s right, I remember now, while I am at the Y SPINNING MY ASS OFF Tom has been spending time at the local watering hole sipping Bourbon and noshing on Epinadas. And to round out the evening, as one of the bartenders clocked out she put her hand on Tom’s back and said see you next week. Funny, that’s what I say to my spin instructors.

This afternoon I took one more opportunity to relax before the work week starts and went to see the movie Waitress. It turned out to be a wonderfully perfect way to spend a humid Sunday afternoon.

And last but not least…Happy Father’s Day Dad!

Not knowing what we were getting into a year ago I am pleased with where we are today. Current Dirt has mostly become a place to stay in touch with friends and family. There are some who check on us daily, some who catch up here and there and some who drop in once never to return. The feedback has been positive and it’s always exciting to get comments about the posts or to hear from someone that they’ve popped in recently.

More than anything I will have this blog to look back on year after year to remind myself of moments like my Zinger addiction (which I am proud to say is over), little tidbits about the trips Tom and I took, and the second bathroom that never was (at least not yet).

I plan to continue to update the blog with both little things and life changing events, like if I ever win the lottery. Well, that I may keep to myself. (Ha! Keep something to myself. That’s a good one.) Going forward I would like to post more photos, and right now Sara and I are looking at new designs for the blog. So be sure to check back for our new look.

To my husband Tom, an excerpt from a letter I wrote you a few months back, “You started my blog for me which I enjoy very much and with every post I thank you.” I heart my geek.

So thanks everyone for stopping by, come back soon and if you’ve had a good time be sure to tip your bartender.