I have this friend

I have a problem. I refuse to leave the house without looking at least halfway decent. I never wore pjs or sweats to class in college. I will always make time to put on makeup no matter how late I am running. Adam used to tell me “Lowes is not a fashion show”. That is just how I am.

I have this friend who lives in my building. I’m convinced she thinks I’m just a hot mess. Every time I run into her I look awful. When I met her we were watching the Giants playoff games and it was just after wine tasting and right before my second tall glass of local IPA. After that I ran into her when I was running home from the gym and it was pouring rain out.

This morning was no different. It’s my day off, Adam is home sick, and Sierra was acting funny. Instead of taking my chances I threw my Uggs on, brushed my teeth, and harnessed Sierra up. We headed outside and braved the 40*F weather. Just as I bent down to pick up Sierra’s business I hear “HEY GUYS!”. Immediately I think ‘are you serious right now why does this happen to me I’m in my pjs and I’m bending over and I’m holding poop’. And just to make me more awkward than I already am, she lingered a few minutes and we chatted about my haircut and hanging out this week (mind you I was still holding the poop bag in the cold).

What a fun start to the day! I’m going to go hide under my couch now.


My Saturday: exploding curling irons and SEO workshops

After a very slow start to the morning that went something like this “Why do I know what 1am looks like?, Where is my coffee? How do I turn on the shower? Where are my pants? Why did my curling iron explode in my hand?!” I dragged Adam along to the farmers market.

We saw what someone called cauliflower on LSD.

Realizing I had to be at a Portland Bloggers SEO workshop in 15 minutes, I ran through the apartment and grabbed anything and everything I would take to a blogger workshop. You know, except my networking cards because I tend to grab things and get caught up in the moment and leave them places, ie: on the kitchen counter (how did they get there?!). It was awesomely informative. And it was information that stuck because I was totally caffeinated.

Also because I was totally caffeinated I decided I’m going to build a better blog. We’ll see how that goes seeing as I’m not that great at html or design or the internet in general. I stayed a little late chatting and completely kicked my lofty goal of going to the gym before UFC to the curb.

Instead of going to the gym, we walked (in the rain. Like really big rain) to the AT&T store where we waited an hour to give them money in exchange for a phone and found out my phone is not even being shipped so that made me extra upset and sad and so we walked home in the rain. Like matted hair, wet pants, soaking hat kind of rain. I walked home dejectedly and Adam walked home like a champ. Not fair. UFC was pretty awesome though.

I just keep on going

As I sit here sipping my espresso at Salt and Straw, waiting for the brake shop to call me about my car I look back on the whirlwind that was this past week.

On October 26th Adam and I acknowledged our 5th anniversary. We would’ve celebrated but it was a Friday and I worked til midnight. When I got home I had a small taste of the dinner I made Adam as we sleepily sipped champagne.


We got in the spirit of Halloween (my favorite day of the year besides my birthday) at OMSI. I loved how everyone was in costume. We explored the new Grossology exhibit and sampled local gin.

And then October turned into November and we gave Sierra hugs and kisses amd told her how we adopted her two years ago, right after the Giants won the World Series. She already thinks we’re nuts but her adoption day really solidifies that when we talk to her like she has any sort of grasp of the English language.

On Saturdays I run with a group of amazing women I’m lucky enough to call my friends. We blog and we run. We’re Roggers. Last week I walked with Macey. I was getting over a sinusy thing and shouldn’t have been running anyway. But as I kept bouncing along she said I was like the Energizer Bunny.

And then daylight savings completely knocked me on my ass. I currently have no idea what time it really is and I’ve managed to already plan out my week. You might as well call me E.B. because I have no plans on slowing down.