The Fair!

OK time for super happy fun time post! Last weekend was totally one of a kind! I got to spend crazy amounts of time with Mr B, but it was a fabulous adventure so it’s all good!

Indians Game and New Phone!

Friday started the adventure. I went on my lunch break to buy my new phone. I’ve already attempted to buy this things 2x at this point. I also need to go to Walmart to buy a shirt for the game and I need to hit up a store for Robitussin. No, I am not sick…see previous post…the trouble breathing began Friday and I thought some meds would help clear up my chest compressions. SO I spend 45 minutes at Verizon telling them I only want to talk to someone if I can walk out that day with my new phone. Four salespeople later I am told they just received 25 off the truck, but I have to come back later to pick it up. WTF? Not what I agreed to! So sadly I leave and go get what other items I needed. At the end of the day I shoot over to the store and pick up my new toy. Yes, this is a very abbreviated version of the story. I am in LOVE with this phone. I think droid has an app for having it’s babies…and I’m going to get that app. How did I live my life before having this thing? I asked my Mom and she says “You must not have been really living” while rolling her eyes.

In fact Mom has a song for Emily (puppy) whenever I go and leave for the night or weekend she sings to her and says “Little orphan Emme…there she goes…leaving you again….you are an unloved orphan” and Em sits on the couch looking out over the balcony missing me. This weekend she made a change to the song as I sat glued to my phone screen. “Little orphan Emme…now you can be an orphan even when she’s home!”

I ended up with the Droid Incredible by HTC.

I arrived at Mr. B’s with seconds to spare before my 6:00 cut off time. haha. Sadly we still ran late because neither of us had gas…and he forgot the tickets. Parking was not good and I think he wanted to hurt the attendant. We made it inside the stadium and found our seats. We feasted on bratwursts (haha) and fine drinks of the plenty….or something like that. While sitting there it hit me just how tired I was after this LONG and EMOTIONAL week. I didn’t have my usual spunk and sadly he noticed. Several times he asked if I was OK and at one point accused me of not having any fun. This only made it worse and I was paranoid I was ruining his time with my lack of enthusiasm. To be honest I was also nervous about hanging out afterward since last time we went to a game things didn’t go so well. He’s very into sports. We went to the fancy VIP area…because ya know we’re totally VIP. It was cool though. Here is a scene from our seats. And below that me hanging out with the statue. I don’t know.

Afterward there were fireworks played to the sounds of the Beatles…very cool.

Lorain County Fair

Do you remember that weird song/poem….

I went to the animal fair,
The birds and the beasts were there,
The big baboon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey bumped the skunk,
And sat on the elephant’s trunk;
The elephant sneezed and fell to his knees,
And that was the end of the monk!

First, I have had it stuck in my head for about 2 weeks. Second, am I the only one who thought the lyrics were “the monkey, he got drunk…”?

So we got ready and headed to the fair Sat afternoon. I was WAY excited and probably making him think he regrets dating a 5-YO. Once inside we went right for the food! I purchased and enjoyed a footlong corn dog!



I also went for water. Instead of telling long drawn out tales of each of the animals, here is a collection of photos.

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The one goat was a total jerk and kept moving his head when I had mine next to it trying to get a picture together! I was also quite impressed with all the different types of wool.

After the combine derby, we were going to head home with some fries. Instead we walked over to the games and rides. Because I insisted upon it, he won me a stuffed animal. Haha. We first went to the ring toss game with bottles…knowing we wouldn’t win, but it was a blast to play together. I only hit the guy running the game with (2) rings! Then we went to scope out my prey. My B apparently can’t shoot a gun or a basketball or a wiffle ball. Finally I decide we’re going to play a balloon/dart game because I like darts. He gets a “free shot” and hits a balloon. NICE. We buy into two rounds and play together. I miss shots like it’s my job and he keeps getting them…2 and then 3…and then for the final attempt. I hit mine!! Yes yes yes! I hit one! Now the pressure is on for B and he takes his shot….and he nails it! FOUR IN A ROW! Woo-hoo! I was excited. They let us pick from the medium prizes, so I ended up with this sweet turtle…he’s orange so his name is orangeade. haha. As we walk away B is all “Oh, did I forget to tell you I’m good at darts”. Haha he’s the best. We walked more and played a few rounds of skee-ball.

We picked two rides to go on…the first one was uber lame. I mean, like I’m gonna take a nap in the car lame. I thought about taking out my phone and taking our pic on the “fun” ride. But 1- I was afraid I’d be dumb and drop it. and 2-I was afraid Mr B would refuse to be in a pic with me and that would make me sad. Hey I’m a girl (sometimes) and I don’t like the one pic I have of us together…I don’t look cute in it! The next ride we went on was an anti-gravity type spinning thing. It was a LOT more fun! Although the part where he said he was gonna get motion sickness and puke on me was not fun. So I reached through the wires and tried to tickle him.

“Do you like me MORE or LESS when I’m doing this”?

Turtle didn’t ride…operator said he had to have some tickets. HAHA.

After we got off that ride we were gonna walk through a fun house…but the fair shut down! Have you ever been to a fair in the dark? HOLY EFFIN CREEPY.

We went back to his place…I nearly passed out in the car. I couldn’t believe how tired I was. We said our goodbyes and I went to leave, knowing I had to get up the next day for Buckeye Half. Well a few moments later I have the car on and I notice…I have zero gas. I had 10 miles to dead zone. I start worrying about if the stations on Center are 24 hours or not. I decide I’m too tired to think and call B. He’s all telling me where to go for gas…have you ever tried to listen to someone when you’re tired? You don’t hear them…it’s like Charlie Brown teacher speak. So I start to almost cry and tell him to stop talking because I have no idea what he’s saying. He asks where I am and I start to tear up again and tell him “I’m still in your driveway”. He tells me to hang up and come inside.

I felt TERRIBLE though because I knew he wanted to relax and I was not welcome there that night, but I didn’t know what else to do. So I was crying because I was so damn tired, and starting to feel sick…(side note I had breathing attacks at the Indians game and at the fair) and I felt I was totally intruding on his space and he was going to be so mad. I went upstairs to bed, and got all settled in. He tried to reassure me he wasn’t upset with me…but I knew he just HAD to say that lol. He tucked me in and placed some kitties on the bed. Before I knew it I was off to sleep. Waking occasionally for a coughing fit as my chest tightened. I didn’t have my meds with me! I wasn’t supposed to be there so I had left them at home. (oops)

I left in the early morning. But not before throwing my phone at him because he set the alarm and I didn’t know how to silence it. He has the same phone. He needs an award for dealing with me sometimes. And in case you’re wondering..I did leave something behind…haha the wall plug to my phone. I grabbed the cord but in my hurry I didn’t realize it pulled out from the plug and stayed in the wall.

So all in all it was an awesome time at the fair. And I am so glad he took me!

Tuesday Tunes 8-31

I didn’t want to ignore my new “feature” in only the second week. So here is another song to enjoy. This has been my favorite song since it came out. I loved this song before I knew you could have a favorite song. When I used to make mixed tapes from the radio, I always wanted to hear this song…and anything by Tom Petty. Enjoy. And I promise pics of the fair and the story about how AMAZING it was are coming…

Things that are hard to say

What are the hardest things you’ve had to say in the past week?

Have you had to break up with someone?
Perhaps say goodbye to a dear friend?
“I’m sorry”
“I love you”


There were two phrases I allowed to come past my lips since the last time we spoke, and both were difficult, both were a growing point in my life. What are these phrases?

1. “My name is Julie and I’ll be your counselor”

2. “I won’t finish. I need to drop”

Counseling: 101
Last Thursday I sat in a small office-like room with a few other classmates, occasionally getting up to pace the hallways. Most of us were waiting for our first client, others were preparing for a second or third. We were all still trying to figure out which code worked which computer and how many different pieces of documentation is needed for the first session? Should we take water in with us? Do we shake their hand? Do we assign them a chair? What if I pass out in the middle of the taping?

My client was 10 minutes late and I was devastated thinking they would be a no-show. When they did arrive I learned it was compliments of the construction on 76. (Gee thanks). I nervously greeted them and walked back into my room. We began by reviewing confidentiality and the fact we are being filmed. Luckily mine was a returning person so it made things a lot smoother. They talked and I listened and before I knew it the 50 minutes were up. When I first walked out of the room, I was convinced I did something wrong, but at least I made it. By the time I reached the little room with my fellow classmates I realized I wasn’t bad at all! In fact the client liked me so much they agreed to move sessions from every other week to weekly! What a grand compliment!

I really can’t share too much more. I worked on my paperwork tonight, and had a second client. This went even more smoothly and I feel each session is going to get better and better. Thursday I survived, but tonight I thrived. I finally believe I’ve made the right choice in how to spend the rest of my life.

Buckeye Half Marathon 2010.

DNF aka FML?

I’m honestly not sure where to start with this. I’d love to post all the fun I had at the fair…but that’s a later post once I learn more about my amazing new phone (also to be shared later).

Things started Sat night. I did not go to bed late. I did however go to bed at a different house than intended. Because I did not plan to stay at this other person’s house I did not have my asthma meds. I think nothing of this, thinking I will just use my inhaler in the morning. Well, I woke, went home and got ready for the run. I was feeling good. I watched what I ate (sorta) and drank plenty of water (yes!). Sure, Garmin wasn’t charged, but eh that happens and I still can’t find my IPOD shuffle but really does it matter? What I didn’t do was use my inhaler before picking up my race junk. Traffic and parking was a JOKE so I was late and had enough time to put a jacket around my waist and pin a number to my leg.

For the first 2 miles I could see the 2:20 pace bunny and was really happy. I mean my PR is 2:3o-ish so 2:20 being comfy and slow was great. I didn’t feel myself getting any slower and no one was passing me up, but before mile 3 I could no longer see the pace bunny. I ran across the street to a port-a-potty and did my thing. I looked down at IPOD for the time and it was 40+ minutes into the race and I didn’t see mile 3 yet! Huh? So I keep running and I see mile 3 and then 4 and I notice IPOD says I’m doing 8-9 minute miles. NICE. It isn’t too hot and I’m not tired or hungry. Then I start to feel weird. Really weird. I start to feel like I have sumo wrestlers sitting on my chest. I think nothing of this (mind you I never really believed I had asthma…who develops asthma at 26?) But my legs aren’t listening to my body and I’m not going where I want to go. They didn’t have a water stop where they needed it and by the time I reached mile 6 without any water they didn’t have cups. They offered to throw some on us or pour into our hands. I went with the hands option. Tasted like regular water to me so I knew I was hydrated. I tried to keep going, but didn’t have any run in me. It was so hard to even walk! I tried to stretch, nothing hurt though. I wasn’t wearing compression sleeves either. Finally as I neared mile 6.whatever and the end of the first loop I realized I was not going to clear this thing in any less than 3 hours. And what was I trying to prove? Who was I trying to prove it to? I was sick…I didn’t know WHY and I knew I can finish a 1/2 and I already had the hoodie (haha). So sadly, I walked into the field and up to a volunteer I know…Sheila and I tell her…I am dropping. At the time I didn’t even second guess myself.

I drove home…at one point feeling so sick I swerved off the road and into a ditch. Luckily my SUV pulled out, across the road, into the other lane and finally back in my lane. Thank GOD for reduced traffic on race day. I made it home and crashed out. I still wasn’t upset. A little while later I told my Mom what I did and I cried. Not because I regretted what I was doing, but because of how sick I felt. I do wish it could have been different. I wish I loved racing. I don’t love road racing anymore. I LOVE running and I LOVE trails, but I don’t love asphalt and cars anymore. I don’t love trying to beat a .15 second PR. I’m sorry, but I don’t! So I don’t think I will anymore.

I spend the rest of Sunday basically crying and wheezing…wishing I had used my inhaler. I guess you CAN develop asthma at 26. Grrr. I took my Sigulair as scheduled…and felt 100% better within the hour while watching True Blood. Today I am spewing mucus (sorry) and have been totally unpleasant to all in my path. (Sorry loves).

Word of advice. If you have allergies and asthma…don’t forget your meds…and don’t go to the FAIR while forgetting your meds. OY.