Hiking and fancy carrots

I apologize in advance for the amount of selfies in this post. It’s very difficult to get tangible photographic evidence of your anniversary when you’re hiking around in the wilderness-ish. The mutant and I meandered to Fredericksburg for a short weekend getaway to celebrate two years of being hopelessly devoted to one another. We took our time getting to F-burg and stopped at the outlets in San Marcos to do some damage to our bank accounts. It’s amazing how easy it is to rationalize apparel purchases at outlet malls. Even Casey, a very skeptical and hesitant consumer, managed to find some steals.

We had a lovely dinner at a small restaurant in Fredericksburg. Casey couldn’t get over the carrot in our salad. It was shaved extra specially or something.

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It actually kind of looks like fish in that picture, so it’s hard to tell. I suppose my camera naturally just focuses on tall handsome men when snapping shots. CASEY STRANGE SO HAWT RIGHT NOW.

We woke up early Sunday morning to hike Enchanted Rock, and this is where the selfies come into play.

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To be especially corny, I’ll mention that similarly to marriage, the hike was sometimes easy, sometimes hard, sometimes hot and sometimes not. And now that we’ve conquered it, I only remember the good parts. Year two was definitely full of ups and downs, but I really can’t imagine doing life with anyone else. I’m a lucky lucky duck…and sometimes a schmuck.

Oh and also, we returned home with a new family member, but that’s a story for another day (aka tomorrow).

Running and thunder-stealing

I was trying to break two hours in the Houston Half-Marathon this weekend but was about nine minutes too late. But hey, if the race had only been 12 miles, I would have totally reached my goal. It was still my best time ever, and I’m always happy to finish those things, so I’m definitely not complaining. I was on track to go under two hours until about mile seven or eight when I started questioning the whole idea of marathons in general and smelling donuts. (Side Note: I overheard another runner tell her runner friend that the donuts smelled disgusting while she was running. I was like DUDE STFU NO THEY DON’T THEY ACTUALLY SMELL DELICIOUS. But I just kept quiet so as not to ruin my momentum.) I actually just felt like I completely ran out of gas. Running out of gas in a car when you have more than five miles to go is rough, so imagine running out of gas when you’re…running. I have a feeling Sunday wasn’t my last half-marathon though, so I’ll have another chance! Plus I didn’t want to steal the Ethiopians’ thunder and finish the half before they had a chance to finish the full. I hate to rain on parades like that.

My two biggest fans, my stepdad and Casey, came to cheer me on, and Casey took some snapshots. Only problem was this chick kept thinking he was taking pictures of her, so she’s the main focus of all my pictures. She obviously has no qualms about stealing someone’s thunder.

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Casey’s response: Megan, I can’t help it I’m so good looking. Girls like to smile at me.

Real cute.

After walking around aimlessly for a half hour or so (not fun after a lengthy jog around H-town) looking for my favorite dudes, Casey finally came running toward me in a romantic fashion, and I’m not quite sure I’ve ever been happier to see him ever ever ever in my life. It was like waking up in the middle of the night feeling close to death from thirst, sticking your head under the faucet of your bathroom sink, and wondering why they don’t charge hundreds of dollars for tap water because dayuuuum it tastes so good at odd hours of the night. Casey is my 3 a.m. tap water. Heartz.

After reuniting, we started making our way to the car when a kind volunteer stopped me to congratulate me. (She had probably confused me with the Ethiopians who won the race. Classic mistake. Happens to me all the time.) I thanked her and as we continued our stroll, Casey pondered  outloud:

“Do you think she’s congratulating you on that race or the fact that you married me?”

Gee, Case. I dunno. That’s a toughie.

Later that day, I was resting my feet on Casey, because you can do that when you’re married and someone has decided they’ll be with you forever no matter what life throws your way and also no matter what your feet look like. And I said to Casey something about how my feet really are ugly. I wasn’t looking for a response and I definitely wasn’t fishing for a compliment from Casey even though he is quite good at giving me one when I do go fishing for one. I have known for quite some time I have hideous feet, and I’ve accepted it. Sometimes I just like to admit it outloud. Or maybe I just like to hear myself talk in general, not sure. Nevertheless I got a response.

Casey: “Not your best feature. Not your best feature.”

Said twice for dramatic effect.

 

 

John Mayer and gatos

It’s possible I should have been a doctor, because Kaitlin calls me regularly to fix all her Crossfit wounds. Not only do her calls make me question my profession, but also they remind me why I don’t do Crossfit like everyone else on Pinterest and in the world. Check out my bandaging skills below. I’m not posting a picture of the wounds, because it’s too graphic for my blog.

After being the best friend in the whole world, I went to the John Mayer concert (only my sixth time seeing JM live). Shortly before he came on, it started raining, so naturally I knew he was going to open with “Covered in Rain.” Only he didn’t open with “Covered in Rain.” He surprised me by serenading me with “Queen of California,” which naturally I was that night, because my shirt was from a boutique that I got on my trip to San Diego, which obviously Johnny Boy knew and took into consideration when creating his set list. He did play that song, “Paper Doll,” which is supposedly about Taylor Swift, but that wasn’t until, like, two-thirds into the show, so obviously I’m way more of  a priority to him.

Before the rain:

During the rain:

After the rain:

Saturday, we looked at a million model homes and also decided we both need 500% raises to get all the house we want. Then we went to dinner with some friends. It was going really well until one of my friends made the mistake of asking Casey, “So what is it you actually do at work as an accountant?” I gave her the death stare and the conversation went downhill from there. (Just kidding, Casey. I find what you do for a living to be very interesting and helpful to the world, and you’re really important to businesses and also me. P.S. I love you.) The only people who should be interested in what accountants do are accountants, because everyone else is destined to be bored by that explanation.

Sunday, I met my brother’s semi-new girlfriend, Ale. She lives in Peru, and even though she speaks perfect English, I wanted to impress her with my Spanish, so I practiced “Me gusta los gatos” the entire way to my parents’ house. She didn’t say so, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was really impressed.

Hail and sweat

I don’t know how to do Monday posts without just telling you about my awesome weekends … mostly they are awesome, because I get to spend some quality time cuddling with my cats.

Friday night, Casey and I were amateur participants in Relay for Life. I say amateur because we did not stay up the whole night. There are certain hours of the day I refuse to be awake.

Saturday, Sydney came over after boot camp, because we planned to hang by the pool. We ended up doing this:

Because of this:

That’s hail. Which is weird, because I remember praying for it to be sunny so that I could start my tan.

That night, after chunks of ice ceased from shooting out of the sky, we braved the weather and celebrated Darren’s birthday with some Chipotle, pie, and Cranium.

Sunday morning started with a 9-mile run (not church, which is probably why it hailed on Saturday) with this guy:

I don’t know what that hand signal means, so I can’t educate you on that. I know you’re really disappointed, because this is usually such an educational blog.

Deon didn’t think a 9 mile run was enough for one day, so later that afternoon we went to a spinning class.

Then I cuddled with Casey for a very small amount of time before falling asleep at 8:37 p.m.

Molly is so cute.

Boston and pedal parties

I like to keep things light-hearted, and I don’t often comment publicly on the tragic circumstances our world faces regularly. Mostly because I’m not the president and no one is knocking on my door or leaving a message on my machine asking for a comment. Also, I spent three years covering news and writing about horrible things, and I no longer do that  because, frankly, writing about all the bad stuff makes me lose sight of all the good stuff. Some people have a talent for separating writing news during the day and thinking happy thoughts when they go home at night. I’m not one of those people. BUT I do know what it’s like to cross the finish line after running 26.2 miles, and when I did, I cried some really happy and relieved tears despite telling my running partner at Mile 1 that it would be ridiculous to cry after running a marathon, because how does one cry when they are really, really tired from running 26.2 miles? Turns out being really, really tired is actually a catalyst for dramatic emotion. So, I can’t imagine crossing the finish line and being blown away by an explosion or learning that others had been blown away. I can’t imagine how terrified all the survivors are. And I can’t imagine what the purpose of these things that keep happening is. But I’m probably not supposed to know the reason.

All I know is I have a lot to be thankful for. Including a fabulous weekends spent laughing and enjoying a couple really delicious breaks from the Paleo challenge.

It started with a visit to see my nieces and nephews.

Then I had the pleasure of trying Uchi for the first time. I wish I could tell you what we had, but Mark just told the waiter to bring us whatever the chef had planned for the night. Let me just tell you that I hated none of it, and I loved all of it. They did describe everything, but I was drinking sake … and they kept bringing out different sake with each course … so after they explained to me what the food was, the only thing I could remember was that it was delicious.

I do know that that is raw steak and a scallop being cooked on a hot rock. But I could have figured that out by simply viewing this dark, grainy picture and not actually experience the exquisiteness myself. Which I did … on Friday … with the sake.

The bottom left is something called “fried milk,” which is not Paleo or dairy-free. But it is … delicious.

Saturday, I spent the day with my family, mostly shopping. That’s one of our favorite things to do together. It’s mutually beneficial. I get some cute clothes, and my mom and stepdad get some free jokes and lots of hugs and gratitude. My mom also gets really cute shoes, and then I pray that she loses her taste for them and gives them to me. It all works out.

Saturday night was the 9th edition of my in-laws’ wedding gift. They have given us a date night every month we’ve been married. Saturday’s date was a trip to the Miller Outdoor Theater complete with a delicious picnic that included red cloth napkins (for a romantical vibe), fresh fruit, wine, cookies, and “big sammich” — one of my favorite things my mother-in-law makes. We saw Thoroughly Modern Millie. It was thoroughly entertaining and performed by kids, all under the age of 18. Those were some impressive kids. I once played a police man in a play. I had to knock on a door and say “POLICE! Open up!” Or something like that. These kids were singing and dancing and saying all sorts of really hilarious lines. Obviously much more theatrically talented.

Afterward, we came home and I fell asleep with my cats. Casey documented the experience.

Sunday, we celebrated Erin’s birthday by pedaling a large machine. It was called a pedal party. It was a great decision. Probably one of the best ways I’ve spent a block of three hours.

That’s Devin. He is a fabulous dancer. Our friend Courtney made cupcakes, but they were quickly destroyed when we took a bumpy sharp turn. Note to anyone ever participating in a pedal party, hold on to your cupcakes.

 

 

Conversations and fat cats

While wrapping bacon around raw chicken to make honey mustard bacon-wrapped chicken:

Lucy: Megan, I would really like some of that raw chicken wrapped in bacon.

Cat chain with Erin Solomon, Maddie Wright, Cat Drake, and Abby Cramer:

Regarding our decision to not run today:

Me to Weasley (Colby and Tanner’s cat): I love you, Weasley, and you’re very fat.