Blargh.

I really have an excuse for yesterday's post not being written.  I got sick.  Real sick.  I won't bore or gross you out with the details, but please know it was awful.  Aw.  Ful.  Ok, imagine Aubrey from Pitch Perfect projectile vomiting into the crowd.  Yep, it was pretty much like that.

January 25 (one day late):  el oh vee ee.

For us humans, that's LOVE.  So, for a real quick read...last night I ate a lot of sugar free gummy fish and bears.  I have done this before, which ended badly, but I tried again.  Let's just say I like gummy bears/worms/fish and was trying to be "healthy."  Related to the top message about being sick...at 5:20 this morning, I was unable to leave the bathroom.  Luckily I had taken my phone with me and was able to wake up the super sound sleeper with only two texts.  He was able to bring me medicine and water and braved the smell coming from the bathroom.  That's how I know he loves me and cares whether I survive.  The end.

January 26:  Winter/Summer

Lately our weather has been cold.  Like legs numbing cold.  Like cold wind that makes your eyes tear up cold.  Like Rosie-walking is unbearable cold.  Yet today, we braved the wind chill and temperature in the 15-25 range to walk the dogs at SPCA, because we signed up to, and let's face it, no one else was there to do it.  It was only 1.5 hours of our time, and cold for the dogs too, but I love being there.  Spending time with them is very meaningful to the dogs and the employees of the SPCA.  So, in a super roundabout way...no matter the season, no matter the temperature, the dogs there warm my heart and I will continue to volunteer there for as long as we're in this area.  For the record, I feel that fits both prompts.  So, BOOYAH!

Bring it back now, ya'll...

Back in 2004, I started college at Ohio University.  The next four years would become memorable based on the classes I took, experiences I had with friends, challenges at work, and trying to balance it all.  Most of these instances were positive and hold a special place in my memories.  In another mental chest, infamous events are stored.  For today, as a part of the January Blog Challenge, one of the weird, funny, what-in-the-world-just-happened moments that happened over eight years ago will be released from the vault (like an old-ish Disney movie).

Not many people know the back story of how my husband and I met.  For the most part it is an easy story to tell.  We worked together at one of the campus dining halls, during Sunday brunch.  Unfortunately though, that's all it really was.  Co-workers.  Courtesy of AOL Instant Messenger, (man, I feel old) I semi-invited myself (and was semi-invited) to a movie showing at the local Athena theater.  Team America:  World Police.  Although he walked to meet me at my residence hall and we walked to the theater together, it was not a date.  That was clear from the get go.  His roommate tried to get him to pay for me.  Fail.  The same roommate ended up sitting next to me in the movie (for the first twenty minutes or so).  Fail.  It was one of the most uncomfortable movies to sit through.  Fail.  At the end, the boys walked me back to my hall and that was it.  All in all, it was an extremely awkward night.  I should've known that going in.  He is awkward.  What was I expecting?  One awful movie (I Heart Huckabees) later (also watched in a group setting), and the rest is history.