bicycles.

Stay on top of them while they're moving.
Please.
I had my first spill yesterday. I shouldn't have been riding at all. My brain was in a complete different place and I wasn't feeling well.
Now I know.
Now I know to not ride when I'm really not feeling it.
Terrible things happen.
We were stopping at the intersection of Portola and El Paseo to make a left onto El Paseo and I tried to slow down enough to be able to change gears safely (I was in the highest gear) before we stopped. I did this because I wasn't feeling well and I thought it would be better to go from a dead stop in a lower gear.
So I tried. And ended up going over the top of my handlebars when I thought I was going to run into Sky.
Luckily, I was wearing my weightlifting/riding gloves so I didn't scrape up my palms; but I landed hard on my left palm, then my right knee, then my left shoulder.
It was awful.
I felt numb when I first stood up.
And then my consciousness started fading into black.
And then I got a terrible nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

When I sat down, the nausea persisted, and the darkness kept veiling my vision. I wasn't sure my legs would work. And if they did, my stomach and brain surely wouldn't have.
We called D to come pick me up in his truck but he wasn't available.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, I was able to pull myself together to walk up the street.
I wasn't able to use my left arm, (the one that took the brunt of the impact) so S walked both of our bicycles up Portola.
Thank gosh it wasn't too far from home.

I didn't cry until we were home.
The tears were mostly because I was convinced that I had done something terrible to my arm/elbow and had to go see the doctor. (I'm uninsured.) Also, because I was nearly completely helpless. I couldn't even hold an empty glass. Sky had to do everything/get everything for me. (Luckily, I was wearing yoga capris so I didn't have to unbutton to use the restroom. And I can handle spandex on my own, thankyouverymuch.)
Frustration.
Pure frustration.

That frustration carried over into today.
And my awful rush of hormones that come with shedding baby housing.
Today was bad.
So. Very. Bad.

Puffy eyes.
Puffy arm.
(I can barely type this two handed...)
Puffy knee.


It's almost over.

Almost.

halfaversary.

This Saturday was our halfaversary. (6 months of amazingness.)
Sky surprised me with a bottle of champagne at the Hood at midnight. Everybody cheered and toasted with us. It was awesome.

During the day on Saturday, we went bowling. I hadn't been bowling in years.
When we walked in, I was expecting your average, everyday Saturday bowling environment.
No. We laser bowled! In the middle of the day! Kindov disorienting....
We shared a few Coronas and bowled a few games. It was really nice to spend some time with him out and about on a Saturday.

For dinner (ok...pre-dinner, since we went to the purple party right after) Sky made pepper and roquefort crusted filet mignon, and green beans sauteed with garlic. And we dished up some of the mashers for the purple party. (before they were purple.)

It was wonderful.
Sky is wonderful.

I can't wait to spend like, a million more months with him.

puuuuurple!

This weekend, the LA friends came into town and we had a purple party. What's that? It's a party that everybody wears something purple to (my and Melissa's favorite color!) and aallllll of the food is purple. I wish I had photos to share.
Let me set the scene for you: Jessalea, Kaley and I (Sky helped toos) did just about all of the cooking. Nick (from LA) made these incredible h'ors de oeuvres with brie on a toasted baguette and caramelized onions. Seriously delicious. I made a couple of beet root gratins. One featured my new favorite cheese, Dubliner, and the other with Roquefort. Never making it with that strong blue cheese. Dubliner from now on. I also brought some garlic mashed potatoes colored with the beet juice that accumulated after roasting. They were flavored with a package of Boursin and lots of butter. They may have been the best taters I've ever made.
Jessalea made purple mac and cheese, (colored with some of my beet juice!) purple cabbage coleslaw and purple chicken. I found the recipe for the chicken online. It got the purple coloring from swimming in a ton of red wine in the oven. They also had garlic and tarragon sprinkled on top.
Finally, Kaley did an amazing job making lavendar cupcakes, ridiculously delicious purple jello shots, and purple onion dip. I don't know how she they did it, but between her and Nick, they got the food coloring to cooperate into the perfect shade of lavender.
Drinking, dancing, friends, purple. What else could you ask for on a Saturday night??

Sky and I ended up in North Palm Springs with some friends of mine from Alaska. A little jacuzzi, a lot of beer and debauchery.
Boy, did we pay for that the next day. It took everything we had to normalize ourselves for a family birthday dinner. Which was nice. I love his family. :)

time flies.

Have I really not blogged in an entire month?? For shame.
But, I have an explanation! I was without a laptop. Mine took a turn for the worst and her mousey trackpad was rendered useless. But the world is right again, as my shiny new purple Dell arrived via FedEx Santa Man. She's a real beauty. Inspiron 1545 with a free upgrade to 4 gigs of memory. And some dough off for president's day. I hope to be more diligent with my blogging endeavor, now that I have the proper equipment.



There has been so much excitement over the past few weeks that I'm not sure I'll be able to cover it all with the amazingness it deserves.

Two weekends ago, I packed up with the girls and headed into LA for Melissa's birthday. I had the most amazing gin martini which included gin, cucumber, basil, simple syrup, and a squeeze of lime. It was truly delicious. And hanging out with my lovely ladies was really nice.
On the ride up, Jessalea went into gross detail about the birth of her child. I might now know enough to not have one. Lucky you, Sky.

The next morning, me, Kaley, Jessalea, and Mark went down to Gelson's looking for breakfast burritos. We ended up getting sent to a little burger stand by one of the produce guys at the market. And boy, did we get breakfast burritos. They were huge. And thinking about them now is making me hungry. But the best part of breakfast was the woman behind the counter. She was a little Asian woman with a big sense of humor. She customized our take away bags for each of us.


And then........Sky came out to LA!
Best part of the weekend. Although he was stuck with just us girls until later on when our new friends met up with us, he made the best of waiting in the living room while clothes were being thrown and boobies were bouncing everywhere. All of my girlfriends love him. And it's not hard to see why.
So, I think that's when we rolled over to Liam's house and I'm pretty sure there were tequila shots there. And four other women our new friends were trying to get rid of. Really, they might as well have been couch ornaments. As soon as we walked in the door, there was dancing, drinking, and all around merry-making.
And then came H-Wood. We tried to get away with smoking upstairs. (Hey, the security guard was doing it!) We got a flashlight shined on us. We got locked outside the upstairs exit. We sparkled a little.
All in all, a good night that was followed by beers, as soon as we peeled our little eyes open.

And then we did it all again.
We were supposed to leave on Saturday.
We didn't get on the road until after 6 on Sunday.

But I learned some rad drinking games and met some even radder people. Best weekend I've had in a while.

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And then there was last weekend. Saturday was dedicated solely to spending time and connecting with Sky. He's incredible. As always.
He woke up and strapped on his hat to run to the market for bread. Our favorite breakfast is an egg and a toast. And the lovely Kerry gifted me a little miniature egg pan. perfect eggs come out of there. And it's so easy to clean. (I think this weekend, I'm going to try to make little miniature frittata. I'll letcha know how that pans out.)
The rest of the day just lent itself to lots of quality time (and booze).

I won't mention Sunday because it was a sad one, sans the boy.



oh.
Kerry and I made tutus yesterday.
It was a spur of the moment arts and crafts project.
I'll post photos if I ever finish mine.

I'm really looking forward to Sunday and our frolic in the park. Much needed outdoors/friend time.


(I wrote this blog in about four different sessions, so please excuse any disjointed awkwardness.)