Cantaloupe Conundrum

For as long as I can remember I’ve hated cantaloupe.  I hated the smell, the taste, the scratchy outside rind and I especially hated when it tainted the rest of the delicious items in my fruit salad.  That is, until last summer. 

As you probably know, Nick and I ran the Marine Corps Marathon last October.  That meant months of training, including the entire summer which was the hottest on record.  Somewhere in the midst I read cantaloupe was a great post-run refuel snack.  I whined and griped but bought one anyway.  I was getting sick of our normal routine of fruit snacks, bananas and Gatorade.  The best way to describe the first round would be ‘ok’.

Over Labor Day weekend Nick and I finally took a vacation and headed out to the west coast.  We spent time with family in San Francisco and toured the area.  While vacationing we had an 18 mile run scheduled.  We got up before dawn, put on layers (it’s cold in California in the morning!) and headed out.  Fast forward about three hours when we drug ourselves through the front door.  As we stretched my aunt cut up a cantaloupe, brewed me a fantastic cup of tea and started making us banana pancakes from scratch.  I got up to the counter and as soon as I saw the fruit, I dug in.  The pancakes were amazing too. But that’s a given.

To this day I have no idea why but something inside me craved it and I still can’t get enough of that odd orange fruit I once hated.  We now keep, or at least attempt to, a large Tupperware container full of cut up pieces waiting for me to arrive.  I can easily eat half a melon in one sitting and yet still want more.  Nick thinks it’s humorous to watch me sit on our counters devouring a big bowl while we’re cooking dinner.

So until I decide I no longer enjoy this fruit, I’ll keep on eating it.  And until that day comes, a common statement in our house is “I don’t know why I’m eating this stuff.  I used to hate it!  Oh hey, I finished this one off.  Do we have any more?”

Avery's Bucket List

Every now and then you hear a story or see a picture that you just can't get out of your head.  That happened to me about two weeks ago when I heard about little Avery and I just can't stop thinking about her.  My friend Kate wrote a blog post about her friend from Texas whose five month old daughter, Avery, was diagnosed with Spinal Muscular Atrophy, or SMA.  It's an incurable disease that attacks the muscles and will inevitably be the cause of her death.  And we're not talking years.  We're talking months.

The night I read about Avery I was sitting on our couch waiting for Nick to get home from a late call.  I read Kate's blog post and immediately went to Avery's.  I made it through maybe half of the first post before the water works started.  I cry at pretty much everything and this only made it worse.  I was crying for Avery, for her parents and for the situation.  I sat there and thought "why them?" and "why this perfect little girl?".  Then I thought about our two sweet, perfect nephews and how life just isn't fair.

I've been trying to put myself in her parents' shoes and think about how I would react to the situation.  Avery's parents took the path less traveled and instead of just waiting around for the worst to happen, they're making sure their little girl has the best life she can have.  So, I introduce you to Avery's Bucket List.  The blog is written from Avery's perspective and with a  little humor, explains SMA and what she wants to accomplish.  Some of the items on her Bucket List have already been crossed off but there are still many more to come.

I still feel completely helpless which is something that I hate.  But here is one item that everyone can help with. One of the items on Avery's Bucket List is to raise awareness of SMA and that's where this blog post comes in.  I realize there are maybe three people that read this blog but if you can, share her story and information about SMA.  It's a tragic story but hopefully something good will come out of it.

Oh DEER!

This morning my alarm went off at 7:45. Yes it's early for someone who doesn't have kids on a Saturday but my kickboxing class is at 8:30 and I rarely miss it. I got up, washed my face, looked outside and saw two deer sauntering around the wooded area behind our house. I did a double take and then called to Nick to make sure he saw them too. He did. I even took a picture to prove it.

For those of you who have never been to our house, we live in a little cul de sac of about 40 town homes in the heart of Alexandria. We're talking inside the DC beltway and no where close to where deer should be wandering around. That being said, I feel like I'm in the country half the time with this apparent wildlife habitat we live in. In the two years we've lived in our house (and that alone is scary!) we've seen two deer, a buck, hawks, an owl, two foxes, countless birds, stupid squirrels, and a chipmunk that enjoys our back patio more than we do. Our community also just put bat houses up so we can add that to the list too. That may not seem like a lot to our friends back home but that's some serious variety for Northern Virginia!

Right now I'm sitting in our kitchen with the windows open sipping tea and listening to the birds. This is why we love our house. Even though I have to deal with traffic and plenty of people five days a week, the weekends get to be spent in our quiet neighborhood. I love that we have trees behind our house. I love the fact that so many people comment on how quiet it is here. And I love the fact that even though we live so close to DC we found a place that we can have a little escape.

We definitely won't live here forever but right now, we sure are enjoying the view.