unrelated (I think)

I called the advice nurse hotline last night in the hopes that a paid professional could shed some light on my shin thing before I actually had to commit to visiting my actual doctor.

Me: I’m training for a marathon and have a very sharp pain in my left lower shin. I’ve iced it and rested and want to see if I can run the marathon next week.

Advice nurse: Are you pregnant?

Me: NO! (reminding myself she can’t see me over the phone and is thus not accusing me of being chubby)

Advice nurse: Are you diabetic or prone to diabetes?

Me: No.

Advice nurse: Can you walk to the bathroom?

Me: Yes. (Do you remember the part where I said I was training for a marathon??)

Advice nurse: Have you been to Africa or been in contact with someone infected with Ebola in the last twenty-one days?

Me: Um, no.

And then she told me I should probably see my primary care physician. We spent literally no time talking about my actual affliction. It was weird. I followed her advice, though, and went to see the doctor this morning before work. Diagnosis: severe shin splint. I was given (giant) ibuprofen capsules and stretching instructions and permission to run next Saturday if I feel up to it. Fingers crossed!

Also, my doctor noticed my book and said it was “refreshing” to see that someone actually uses the public library these days. I didn’t share that I’ve checked out 97 books this year. I think I’m getting my money’s worth.

in which i want to run, but my shin hurts

That is basically the story of my life right now. The marathon is a week and a half away and I haven’t run since last Wednesday–which feels like months. Nay, years. I have a feeling this is going to be a game-time decision, or, more accurately, a 3:45 a.m. St. George decision. Have I mentioned lately how much I appreciate the time change when I go to Utah? I have a feeling it is going to make that early morning wake up call that much easier.

In my spate of free time not taken up by running or wishing I was running I have been packing up the apartment. All the books are put away, except for the few I kept out in anticipation of our Utah trip. I always tell myself I am going to get so much reading done on vacation and it never happens. I planned to get rid of some books while packing them, but only found four worth donating (which includes an American Heritage textbook and extra Wilford Woodruff manual). Hmmm.

The two hall closets are packed up and I did a much-needed purge of my yarn basket. We’ll worry about clothes closer to D-Day (or M-for-Moving Day?). My next big job is the kitchen, which I have a feeling is going to take a while. I’ve made a list of kitchen implements I’ll need in the next week and will hopefully have everything else squirreled away by the time Jason gets home. Again.

Oh yeah, Jason was home for thirty-six hours this weekend! It was wonderful. I spent Saturday morning cleaning and packing and organizing and left for the airport after the first quarter of the BYU-Virginia game. We got home just in time for the end of the second quarter and enjoyed super-healthy Trader Joe’s orange chicken for dinner. Sunday was pretty relaxing, but he was off on the road again early Monday morning. I rather like having him around.

rookie mistake

[This was from last week, but I forgot to post it.]

When Jason is away and I have to buy jarred goods (which in my life means pesto, peaches, spaghetti sauce, and red curry) I always buy two jars in case I can’t open one. This has been/is a very real problem. Sometimes all the whacking on the counter, creating friction with a dishtowel, and running under warmish water aren’t enough to loosen a stubborn lid. I have visions of me at home, starving because I can’t open my jar of pasta sauce and having to return to the store to get another.

Not having another human around to double-check my ensemble before I go to work in the morning is another issue. I have pores, okay, so I used a Biore strip on my little nose this morning. I remembered to take it off before I left the house (thank goodness) but realized when I reached the metro that I should have checked for white residue. Sure enough, not all the white paste had come away with the strip. A little dabbing using the old iPhone camera as mirror trick and I was good to go–or so I thought until I got to work and realized an iPhone is a poor replacement for a real mirror.

this and that

I let some things get me down this week. Busy days at work, getting ready to move, Jason out of town, my calf strain that has now become a sharp pain in my shin that won’t go away and just some general malaise have made me not the happiest gal on the block. My problems are minor. I’m glad to have a job that I like and that challenges me. I’m grateful we get to move into a bigger and better apartment. I’m so excited for Jason to be home (tomorrow!). I love that my body can run and I trust it to come back after some needed days off. Things are really good, but I have just been in a little funk.

A few moments this week have been really refreshing, though. On Tuesday night the young women went on a tour of the food pantry. First of all, I was reminded of how fortunate I am to be able to go to the store and choose any food I want and by and large not worry about how much it will cost. I’d whined to my mom earlier in the evening that I just didn’t know what I was going to have for dinner, poor me, and suddenly felt so guilty. At least I knew I would be having dinner that night, regardless of what it was.

It was also fun to get compliments on our great batch of youth from the volunteers at the food pantry. The young women are so great. Just being around them, especially on weeks when my apartment is quiet, makes me happy.

Another high point: I went to the city book sale this morning and it was awesome! There were rooms and rooms and boxes and boxes just brimming with books. I loved it. I was careful to not go too crazy, since I just spent this week packing up our book collection. I did find some books I’m really excited about, though.

Speaking of packing up one’s books, this is the current situation in our living room. I ran out of book boxes, so I need to pick up some more this weekend. It feels so weird to be leaving this apartment. We’ve lived here longer than anywhere else (combined) and, while I knew someday we’d have to leave, I hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.

I do keep reminding myself it’s a good thing, though, and that maybe our new apartment will have an electrical outlet in the bathroom. A girl can dream.

In unrelated-to-me news, Grant got his braces off. After ten years and countless appointments with Dr. Barrowes, the Pullan kids are all orthodontia-free. He looks so much like my mom. I can’t believe we will be in Utah so soon.

Tonight I’m helping out with a baby shower, for which I made my first ever poppyseed cake. The recipe is one of my mom’s, so I trust it, but I’m still a little nervous about how this will taste. Also, I am terrible at baby shower games and am pretty sure I will be the only childless person there. Wish me luck.


party of one

The Fall of Insanity is in full swing and I am in college girl mode. No, this doesn’t mean 3 a.m. trips to Denny’s for endless hot chocolate (was that ever a good idea?), just lots of Amanda time and weird, cobbled-together dinners.

On Thursday I watched the BYU game at home alone (though to my credit, I had group-watching options. The game was late, though, and I was still waffling about whether to squeeze in a long run Friday morning). I made a little pizza and put on my navy shirt and crocheted, thinking I would go to bed at halftime if it was a blowout. Not so much. I was highly emotionally invested in the game until the final whistle (some time after midnight), then was too keyed up to go to sleep so I read until 1:30 a.m. This was not my most responsible hour.
Saturday morning I embarked on my last super-long run before the marathon: twenty miles. I left later than planned so I wouldn’t have to run in the dark and because the sky was overcast and I didn’t have to worry about the temperature surfing by mid morning. The first 15.2 miles were just fine, but I spent the last 4.8 with heartburn, longing to die or throw up. Of course, it also started pouring at mile 19 and I hadn’t planned the route as carefully as I thought so I ended up taking a 1.25 mile cool down walk after finishing the 20th mile. When I got home I was drenched, exhausted, and ridiculously proud of myself (and beyond grateful I didn’t have any calf issues). I showered and dried my hair but couldn’t get warm, so I curled up under a blanket and watched College GameDay until my fingers were no longer freezing.

I went to see “The Giver” with a friend in the afternoon and spent the evening alternately reading and crocheting. Oh, and I made another awesome pizza for dinner.

Sunday: chastity lesson in YW, more crocheting, and pesto couscous for lunch. Around 3 p.m. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up four hours later. I am pretty sure that was my Saturday bodily exhaustion catching up with me. I had green beans and popcorn for dinner, talked to my fam, and finished another book. Goal for this week: keep up the good work (and maybe make an actual meal that isn’t pizza).

not quite

A few weeks ago I saw a post from a Utah acquaintance advertising a “Yard Sell.” I guess that is how it sounds in the drawl of the intermountain west.

Then, just days later, Jason and I noticed a poster on one of our neighborhood telephone poles advertising a “Yard Sail.” Perhaps nautical themed?

Unrelated, today I saw the following sign in my metro station. I should have taken a picture.

The outdoor


!Are Out!

of service

I don’t even know what to say.

in which we go to new haven

Inspired by the U.S. Open, of which we watched at least a portion every day we were in Connecticut, all three of us played tennis at some point the day before Dave left. Dave went with a friend from school and Jason and I went with (a different) Dave and his wife Katie. I sometimes forget how much I love tennis.

The night before Dave went home we had Franklin Giant Grinders and Rita’s (again) and watched some more tennis (mostly just Eugenie Bouchard)(Dave has a crush on her).

Oh, and we spotted this piece of graffiti in Hartford. I swear it wasn’t me.


The next morning, we had Dunkin Donuts, then set off for New Haven. Dave was able to find a surprisingly cheap itinerary that flew into DC and out of New Haven, an airport I didn’t know existed until now. We drove down to the coast, which takes approximately no time at all and parked near Yale in New Haven.

Dave had found a restaurant online that claimed to he the original home of the hamburger, but it was closed for lunchtime when we got there. Instead we hit one of the plethora of Thai restaurants in the neighborhood.

The last time we were in New Haven was on our honeymoon and we were really only there to catch the Metro North (oh, and we ended up getting really lost. This was in the days before everyone had a smart phone, children, so I was reading directions from MapQuest). We will have to get back again soon, at least to the Yale part which is lovely.

We drove Dave to the airport about an hour before his flight. I was expecting a small airport along the lines of the Bluegrass Airport. This one was much smaller. There were but two gates and I’m quite sure more people can park at our Safeway.
We said good-bye to Dave, which was very sad. He was a great visitor, a good sport, and a fun travel buddy. Also, he introduced us to all the SNL skits we have missed as pop culture illiterate adults. We loved having him around and hope he comes back soon!

After dropping off Dave, Jason and I headed to Fort Nathan Hale. What is Fort Nathan Hale, you may ask? It’s a twenty-acre park on the coast in New Haven that is home to a revolutionary war barracks and fort.

I think Nathan Hale is Jason’s favorite revolutionary.

It actually turned out to be a cool little park. IMG_1139[1]

When we reached the barracks, Jason hauled out the tripod (I say hauled, but it’s really not a cumbersome piece of equipment) and got some shots of the sound. 20140904-162059-58859216.jpg





Meanwhile I just took photos of myself.20140904-162059-58859380.jpg

There were also cannons, so that was cool.20140904-162059-58859690.jpgThat night we went to Grandma Funny and Grandpa Bill’s around dinnertime. They had brought out a bunch of old albums, which were so fun to look at. In the proud tradition of oldest grandchildhood, Jason’s early years were very well documented.20140904-162100-58860357.jpgThat face!! That sweater! 20140904-162100-58860720.jpgJason’s Grandpa Bill took this picture, which I think explains why I look so very tall. We were very sad to say good-bye to Jason’s parents (early) the next morning before our drive home. 20140904-162100-58860000.jpg

We had a great trip, made even more great considering we hit not a whit of traffic on the way back to Virginia. Hallelujah! We’re hoping to get up to Connecticut again soon. IMG_1113[1]