Wonky

I regret watching the Academy Awards last night. I mean I enjoyed them more then I have in the past but they ran until 12:15am and I am now exhausted.
I am one of those people who needs the full eight hours of sleep if I am going to be a functioning human being the next morning. I also find that as I get older (okay let's be honest here... I am 35 and that is not THAT old) I begin to find myself in a way of life that is very comfortable to me. I enjoy things just the way they are.
My life, to many, would be incredibly boring I am sure.
I awake in the morning no later then 7:20am in order to begin my day. I say that I awake no later due to the fact that my dog, Jack may wake me a bit earlier so I can walk him around the block in the morning (to check his pee-mail).But 7:20 is the latest I allow myself to get up.
I have to watch "The Today Show" in the morning and check out the weather and traffic on the NBC channel. I get in the shower at 8:00am and am dressed and out the door by 8:30am. I catch the metro (it saves on gas...but I now wonder why I watch the traffic reports) to Rosslyn, Virginia for a 9:15am work day. The I work all day long at CATO Travel. I like to take a lunch around 2:15 as it makes for an easier day. The later the lunch, the sooner I get to go home.
By Six O'clock I am ready for home and I metro home. As much as I love my husband, Mark it is nice when he works the night shift then I can have my ritual. I come home....walk the dog... turn on The View (Tivo'd from the morning) and eat dinner while watching that. Then depending on the situation, I will watch One Life to Live, Days of Our Lives or life television which include Ugly Betty or American Idol.
By ten o'clock I am ready for bed and I walk Jack one last time and then go to bed and read.
It is an easy life for me and I enjoy it. I hate it when things go all wonky (that word is stolen from my sister's blog. I like the word wonky and I am sure if she uses it then it must be a real world --- she is a linguist)
Wonky situation arise when Mark is home all day.... or I have to do something afterward. Wonky days are Sundays when I have The Washington Academy followed by the Academy Awards....
But I won't complain... I mean really... who would listen?

Delays in Blogging

I am very embarrassed. I was so gung-ho in the beginning to write about things in my world and blog myself into fame and fortune. (Okay maybe just blog my way out of therapy but you get the idea)
Well I just realized that I have missed writing since January 15Th.
That is a long time not to write about my life. I mean all none of you who read my blog probably are wondering what the heck has happened to me.
Well no worries folks, I am here and plan on writing on. (or blogging on as the case were)
It dawned on a couple days ago when I was casually checking out my husband's Facebook page and realized he had a blog. I did not know anything about it so I thought I would check it out. I have to admit, I was a wee bit jealous that his was so well written and well... continuous.
I mean I have many things in my life but I could spend a couple bits of time writing to you my fan out there. (and yes that was supposed to be singular not plural)
So much has happened since January 15Th.
I am sure you know but now that we have the first African American president. Yes history was made on the 20Th of January when Barack Obama was sworn in as the very first black president. It was a wonderful day. Mark and I spend it in the warmth of our home (until he had to go to work) and watched all the fun on our TV.
Yes, you may wonder why we did not just walk outside an go a couple blocks but when you actually live in the city that the inauguration is going to be held in, you tend to want to stay clear of the over-crowding of the people.
Other then that, it just seems to be work and home and work and home. We had a little bit of snow this past weekend but it was kind of a waste of time and energy. I wish that it would SNOW. A good foot would be lovely. Maybe enough to stop the town for 24 hours. That would be nice.
Well I promise I will write more. Maybe even twice a day if I have to so all of you can enjoy the little fish in the big pond.

Dieting & Dan

Dieting is hard. Let me just get that out of the way. There is so much good food out there and it is tough to be "healthy" all the time. I took some time off of my diet to see if I could eat healthier and that did not go as planned. I had lost 20 pounds prior to Thanksgiving and was proud of myself. Well that seems to be it as I am now back up 6 pounds. I know it is still 14 pounds better then I was but when you have been eating lettuce all the time you think that even if you have a little lax period you would not ballon up lilke a Sumo wrestler. So now I have to go back on a diet. The problem is I am hungry. All the time. I am sick of the flavor waters and I am sick of lettuce. I try to eat veggies but that is a pain. I am lazy. I wish there was a personal chef to do all this so I could spend time writing here and being a goof off.
My dear friend Dan is coming for a visit. Actually he was asked to perform for the Obama parade on the 20th of January. He plays the tuba. He is also incredibly adorable. I used to be madly in love with him. We met at Dutch Apple Dinner Theater in Lancaster, PA and become quick friends. I thought there was something there at one point but then nothing really happened. Now, friendly all these years later, I still sometimes wonder what could have been. I have Mark and am very happy (don't get me wrong) but you know how sometimes that rush of wonder overcomes you and you find yourself in a daydream? Anyway... he is supposed to play Tuba for the parade as part of the only GLBT marching band to march. His sister lives in Columbia, Maryland but he realized that it would be insane trying to get into town so he asked if he could stay with us. It should be fun since I have not seen him in a while.
So that is what is going on. I am sure I will write more sooner or later. I always do.

A Little Fish in a Big Pond

Welcome to my watering hole. I thought of many things to call this new blog of mine but I thought that A Little Fish in a Big Pond was cute. It may be cliche. It may even be something used before but I thought that it would be perfect for me. See, my last name is Rybka. Well it is now actually Rybka-Wachhaus but originally it was just Rybka. That is until I got married. (And yes, I love him very much to have added a German name to a Slovakian name) But that is rushing things a little bit and I am still trying to just tell you about my name and the name of the blog. Rybka in Slovakian means little fish. Cute huh? So now you are looking at the name of the blog and my name and realizing why I chose that. Of course, since I have now mentioned my other "last name" you will notice that it is Wachhaus. Wachhaus is German. A strong German name and of course, it actually means Watch House/Watch Tower. I was told by my husband's father that Wachhaus is actually the towers on the edges of castles that were the lookout for the solders. Pretty cool but the title Little Fish Watch Tower made me sound like I was trying to promote a Jehovah's Witness Sailing Organization. Not something I really want to promote. I mean they can prey (oops, I mean pray) anyway they want but I have a feeling that they would not want me promoting them. It is not that I think a church is anti-person per say, they are just anti-gay. Yes. I might not have mentioned that. You may have guessed when you saw my name and said Jon. Then when I mentioned "my husband" you might have cocked your head to the side like the dog in the RCA ads and thought to yourself.... well that must mean he is "a gay." I did in fact get married in California last year. September 20th to be exact. It was a lovely small ceremony and we did it because the laws in California said we could. Now of course, the laws have changed and they are saying that marriage is between a man an a woman. Look, I don't care what you call it, I want to be able to call Mark, my husband and have the same rights as everyone else in the United States. Is that really to much to ask?
See and you thought therapy would have been better too huh.
I tend to ramble on if you have yet to notice. My discussion will most likely start at point "A" with the intention of going to point "B" but it might take me a couple tries to get there. Mark says I remind him of Dory (from Finding Nemo) when I do that. Which brings me to her classic line of "just keep swimming"... which is actually what this blog must be about. Just me... Swimming...
A little fish in a big pond... (let's just hope that there are not any sharks out there along the way...)