Monthly Archives: May 2013

Four Day Weekend, Five Year Plan

Memorial Day Weekend (or #MDW, as I learned via Instagram and Facebook) is one of my favorite holiday weekends for many reasons. I like Memorial Day as a holiday because of why we celebrate. I like that it is the unofficial kickoff for summer. I like that I generally have a day off from work. I like that it usually ends with my birthday.

This year, Steve and I both took Tuesday off too so that we could have a longer long weekend, and so we could properly celebrate my birthday. We did, it was lovely. This was a truly wonderful weekend with family dinners, gardening, puppy time, brunch, pony rides, lounging on cliffs (normal #MDW behavior).


But the beginning of the weekend–Friday night, and both Saturday and Sunday–were awful weather-wise. Pouring, humid, gray, gross. Not very #MDW conducive.

But that craptastic, frizzy weather was a godsend.

Forced to sit inside, without any projects or books or Netflix prepared, we got talking about what we want from life, what we want from our careers, and how we’re going to get it. And a five year plan, of sorts, was born. We came to the realized consensus that at this stage in our lives, we are just getting over living in semesters, and just getting into our careers, and just getting settled with the house, and just finally getting to that comfortable adult place, that we trained ourselves into a tunnel. Getting settled and focusing on all of that meant that we were only focusing on all of that. And pigeon-holing ourselves into that safe picture of what works for us at 28 and 27. It started to look like forever would be safely spent in said pigeon hole, going about our business, and nothing would change.

But we like change.

We like new.

We’re happy where we are right now, but someday, we’ll have changed and nothing else in our chosen life will have.We’ll be like the Alamo in the middle of downtown San Antonio: safe and relatively ancient, yet surrounded by change and growth. Or like your uncle who still wears his circa 1987 Members Only jacket like it is still badass (NB: it is not).

Details aside, I can safely say I–and Steve, and we–needed a kick in the pants to get out of our respective ruts, move forward, and grow. And I think we’re going to do it. Discrete and measurable goals were set, and plans for how to reach them were made. Abstract ideas were discussed, and plans for how to realize them were made.

We’ll get there.


And then…

….there was the day I ate a chocolate chip muffin, an M & M brownie, a Big Mac, a large fry, a Thin Mint, hummus and triscuits, and the most bacon-and-bacon-fat-laden carbonara this side of Paula Deen’s gullet.

And because it was blustery, I could “not go to the gym.”

Ugh. Zumba*, soup, and salads tomorrow to repent.

*oh, I totally Zumba now.


Because I am 14 27, I’ve taken to Instagramming particularly cute outfits, or those that represent non-scale victories for me. It actually all started with my pink-pants-in-a-blizzard outfit that I posted here in February.

Some of my outfits since:

















Yeah, no, I realize this makes me look totally vain.

Oops. Oh well.

WORST BLOGGER EVER, and a contract

…I’ve had to say that more than I’d like. See, last time I wrote anything here it was February 20. It is now May 11.

I’m no mathamagician, but that’s a long time.

So, instead of a detailed retrospective, here’s a bulleted list of what’s happened since my last post:

  • All the snow melted, March and April were blustery and depressing, but now it’s springish and I’ll shut up about cold and snow until December.
  • We made our pilgrimage to DC for Chapeau Weekend and it was, in a word, excellent.
  • Gym dates are being kept, still, and slowly but surely the weight is coming off. I’m about 4 pounds away from my next big base-10 milestone.
  • I did, in fact, purchase two bikinis.
  • I bought more consigned furniture and re-did it, and yet, that lovely cabinet is still sitting, untouched, in the garage. No excuses anymore.
  • Steve built me some awesome raised beds and my railing-top planter box for my herbs. Just yesterday, we had 5 cu yards of loam delivered and we moved it to where it needed to go (then we hobbled about like elderfolk as a result). Today, we hit the Casey Farm plant sale and some time this week, all my plants will be going in the ground.
  • I’m in Downton Abbey withdrawal, but, oddly enough, the fact that Burn Notice is returning is making that better¬†(… like it’s Downton’s estranged 8th cousin, naturally).

And more will surely come, and I will share it with you like a good blog hostess.


Ok, so I hereby RESOLVE, PROMISE, and SHALL post to the blog any and all instances, occurrences, and/or happenings that may or may not constitute the interesting, noteworthy, and/or mundane-but-shareable, with a frequency of not less than once per week. Under the pains and penalties of blog “perjury”¬†(NB: that’s not real), I do so freely agree on this eleventh day of May in the two-thousand and thirteenth year of our lord, free from coercion, duress, and/or undue influence.

/s/ Kelly E. Noble

I had to go and lawyer you. Sorry about that.