Comfortable, adj.

After nearly half a year (if not more) of not picking up my Kindle except to recharge the battery (because you know, you always gotta be prepared), I decided to do some reading this weekend. I fully intended to finish Game of Thrones but The Lover’s Dictionary showed up first on my list having been the last ebook I purchased. What can I say? I’m fickle.

I started the book late Friday night and continued today after Pure Barre. As I finished the book, I could not help thinking about my own relationship.

The first word that comes to mind to describe my relationship?

Comfortable.

I recently had a conversation with another couple about a fight they had. He wanted to work out with her. She didn’t want to work out at all. His rationale was that if he went alone, it would mean more time away from her, more time that’s not spent together.

That’s interesting, I thought. Henry and I see each other in the morning and then not until about 11PM at night. I have work. He has school. We both work out at night. Henry also works during the day most weekends and our weekend nights are spent either grocery shopping or cooking. I never thought of this as a problem until somebody else pointed it out as a potential problem in their own relationship.

Is this a result of being together almost 7 years? Did I care before and not so much now?

Are we comfortable, or too comfortable?

Surprise

I didn’t think he had it in him.

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I asked him to be more romantic. And he went above and beyond by surprising me with a home cooked meal.

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Butter Poached Lobster

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Pan Seared Rib-Eye with Sauteed Mushrooms and Asparagus

We finished our meal with red velvet cheesecake and coffee.

Perfect Valentine’s day. β™₯

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Who remembers this Simpsons episode?? LOL

Rush, Rush

Saturday = CRAZY.

I woke up at 7AM and rushed to Staples Center to run the 2012 LA Kings 5K. My one week of training prepared me enough to finish almost 2 minutes faster than last year’s time. I crossed the finish line in 26:34, which averages to an 8:34 pace. What my training did not prepare me for was having to run 3.1 miles IN THE RAIN. It wasn’t light sprinkles, IT WAS RAIN. Needless to say, I was soaked afterward.

There was no time to chill and hang out at the event because I had to take my last GMAT practice CAT and Henry had groomsman duties to attend to. I completed my test at 2PM, which left me with only half an hour to get ready for the wedding! I didn’t even have time to eat! 😦

Things finally settled down once I arrived at the wedding venue: Muckenthaler Mansion in Fullerton.

Congrats, Jen & Thai β™₯

The ceremony went off without a hitch and the meatballs served during cocktail hour were DELISH! I was so hungry I ate 8 of them!!! πŸ˜€

Although I had fun celebrating with friends, weddings, in general, give me anxiety. Personally, I would rather skip the wedding and go straight to the honeymoon – I’m working on getting everybody else on board with that idea. So far, my mom, who’s opinion is obviously most important, said she’s fine with me not having a wedding. Hopefully she’s not lying to me…

Thank You

When you’re in a relationship, it’s not about you anymore. It’s you AND your other half. I can handle taking care of myself, but I didn’t realize how hard it was to take care of two people all by myself.

Henry was in Vegas for a bachelor party and I was left with all the weekend chores, which includes, but is not limited to: grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning.

Grocery shopping – easy enough right? Yea, except Henry is always the one pushing the cart and keeping us on track. HELLO. My job is to read the magazines! DUH. And having to run to multiple markets to buy all of the ingredients is a serious bitch. Why doesn’t my local Ralphs have sweet Marsala or pre-sliced mushrooms? WHY.

Cooking – because we cook all of our meals for the week in advance, prep work is a pain in the ass. It may seem weird to some that we do this, but until I can get off work at a reasonable hour aka 6pm, this is what we have to do so that we’re not eating dinner at 10PM or later. Anyway, pealing and mincing one garlic clove is easy peasy. Peeling and mincing three entire bulbs of garlic makes me want to cry. What can I say, I love garlic. And no, I will not sacrifice flavor for convenience by using that pre-minced garlic in a jar shit.

Since Henry was gone, I had to trim chicken breasts. Not difficult, but I totally needed a break after trimming 16 pieces! And BTW, I’m usually not the one prepping meat… for good reason. I’m a notorious waster. Any fat or tendon/cartilage? CUT IT ALL OFF. Our 10 pounds of chicken breasts probably ended up at about 8 pounds.

Cleaning – dusting everywhere, cleaning the kitchen, wiping the windows, 5 loads of laundry on top of grocery shopping and cooking was almost too much to handle by myself.

EEEKKKKK 😦

SO. What I’m trying to say is… I appreciate all that you do, Henry.

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Loved

The highest lift at Breck (Imperial Express) takes you to about 12,840ft. Think this is the top? Think again. To get to Peak 8 Summit, you have to hike up a vertical distance of 160ft!

The easiest way to get to Imperial (for a snowboarder who doesn’t want to use the T-bar :P) is to get to Peak 8 Base and ride up Colorado SuperChair.

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Then take Frosty’s Freeway to Chair 6.

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From the top of Chair 6, ride down to Imperial Express.

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And voila!

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Hiking to the top was seriously the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do IN MY LIFE. Not only did I have to battle the elevation (it was hard to breathe up there), I also had to withstand the force of 30 mph winds. I almost flew off the mountain 3 times!

About half way up, Henry gave up and said he couldn’t make it. Even though I really wanted to give up too, I kept on going. I was determined to make it to the top!

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And I did it! Once I made it to the top, I basically just threw my snowboard down and collapsed from sheer exhaustion. I got myself together and sat for about 5 minutes looking out into the distance, just taking in the whole experience. I was really happy that I made it to the top, but also sad that Henry wasn’t there with me. Before I could sulk too much, I saw Henry walking up. πŸ™‚

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Flowers die. I don’t wear jewelry. Chocolates are meant to be eaten every day. The only gift I wanted was to be together at 13,000ft on Valentine’s Day β™₯

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