Turns out my treadmill obsession has resulted in two casualties. But when you consider I've walked about 1,000 miles on that thing in the past year, I suppose it was bound to happen. Why can't all of my thigh dimples have been lost in the cause?
Last night, during a bout of insomnia around 2 a.m., my bedroom television went bonkers. Thankfully by unplugging my TV and the cable box, I was able to reset the hard drive this afternoon and it resumed its usual clarity. For now. Knock on wood. I actually had heart palpitations when the picture went awry. Because if I can't watch Clinton and Stacy mock bad clothing choices whilst exercising like a hamster on a wheel, I surely will avoid exercise even more than I usually do.
I did, however, replace my running shoes today. (Which I use for walking. Shut up.) I figure those shoes are one of the few things in the entirety of my life that I've actually gotten my (or someone else's) money's worth out of. They still look good due to excessive indoor exposure, but the arches have broken down a bit and they're making my feet hurt. But I don't want to take any chances, so I'll be getting a pedicure tomorrow, just in case.
The one thing I avoid more than working out these days? Working. Number of hours I should have worked when I got home tonight = >2. Number of hours I actually worked when I got home tonight = 0. I did, however, leave the office after 6 p.m. But I also came in late, went shopping at lunch, and got a massage.
Tomorrow's the second Board meeting in less than a month and I'm not sure how to say anything different than I said three weeks ago. But since most of them were asleep during that riveting presentation, I suppose I could just regurgitate old info. And since I didn't get my PowerPoint or video done tonight, I guess it's an early morning.
But the good news is it's football season, the weather is gorgeous, and I'm in a happy mood. Plus, I'm super excited that my BFF Alisa will be in Rogers for three days next week and we are hitting the town for food and frivolity. And I (hopefully) get to stay with Kelly.
Life is awesome.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Death and taxes
I love, love, LOVE living in northwest Arkansas. Something I don't like? Higher taxes. Last year I paid personal property taxes in Faulkner County to the tune of $120. This year it was $230 in Benton County. Yikes! But at least my name won't be in the paper for the first time in a really long time because I actually paid them early. Yay me!!
It was a long and stressful work day, but I was invited by a colleague to meet James Patterson this weekend, so that's kind of fun. Sometimes it is great being me.
It was a long and stressful work day, but I was invited by a colleague to meet James Patterson this weekend, so that's kind of fun. Sometimes it is great being me.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Weekend wedding
Awesome weekend in Mountain Home! Heather's wedding was beautiful, and the reception was a lot of fun. Now back to the old grind...
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The ex files
Evidently I missed the memo. Someone obviously invited all the men who make me uncomfortable to descend upon my life this week.
Last weekend I ran into a college dalliance at the game. It's been nearly seven years since I laid eyes on this dude and suddenly there he was, calling my name. Chatting. The last time we saw each other it was really awkward. This time? Not so much. What was so weird is that it wasn't at all weird. I gave him a hug, asked him what was going on in his life, and moved along less worried about running into him again.
Tonight I hit an event after work with Kelly and ran into LB. Believe it or not, this is the first time ever I've randomly seen him. And yeah, there was a moment of panic, followed by resolution and retribution. He came over to chat. I gave him a hug, asked him what was going on in his life, and told him it was good to see him. And I meant it. But what was so good about it was the realization that so much of his perfection was in my head. Yeah, he's still a good guy. But he's not the guy for me.(Has he always been that corny?)
God is so amazing sometimes. I know without a doubt that if I'd had that encounter even a week ago, I wouldn't have been ready for it. But tonight I was able to be gracious. Friendly even. But not flirty. Just ready to move on.
This weekend? At least two more ex encounters. If we keep this up, I might unload all my neuroses by Monday.
Last weekend I ran into a college dalliance at the game. It's been nearly seven years since I laid eyes on this dude and suddenly there he was, calling my name. Chatting. The last time we saw each other it was really awkward. This time? Not so much. What was so weird is that it wasn't at all weird. I gave him a hug, asked him what was going on in his life, and moved along less worried about running into him again.
Tonight I hit an event after work with Kelly and ran into LB. Believe it or not, this is the first time ever I've randomly seen him. And yeah, there was a moment of panic, followed by resolution and retribution. He came over to chat. I gave him a hug, asked him what was going on in his life, and told him it was good to see him. And I meant it. But what was so good about it was the realization that so much of his perfection was in my head. Yeah, he's still a good guy. But he's not the guy for me.(Has he always been that corny?)
God is so amazing sometimes. I know without a doubt that if I'd had that encounter even a week ago, I wouldn't have been ready for it. But tonight I was able to be gracious. Friendly even. But not flirty. Just ready to move on.
This weekend? At least two more ex encounters. If we keep this up, I might unload all my neuroses by Monday.
Monday, September 21, 2009
When I said "I do," I meant that "I might"
I know, I know. I have absolutely no business talking about marriage because I've never been close to being there. Perhaps one of the biggest reasons why is because I take it very seriously. It's a life-long commitment. And it pains me that marriage these days has become so disposable.
While it may be easy to switch phone companies when your current one isn't meeting your needs, the same shouldn't be said for your spouses. If I'm not mistaken, you said " 'til death do us part." Not " 'til something better comes along."
I have so many friends who've recently divorced not of their own choice. It's painful to watch them go through that process, because it wasn't what they wanted. But they had spouses who thought their life would magically improve if they were unmarried.
After all, those "Sex and the City" chicks have glamorous lives, and they're single. So suddenly being single means that you'll have a glamorous life, right?
Yeah, not so much. And those girls didn't kick out husbands in order to sip on cosmos.
Marriage is a commitment, people. But it ain't always easy. I have a lot of respect for people like my aunt Kathy, who's been married to my uncle Paul for 37 years. And yeah, he's awesome most of the time, but if she wasn't the person that she is, she'd have probably left him a long time ago to travel the world looking for garage sales and eBay treasures.
But instead, she's honored her commitment because she loves him and she realizes that you have good times and bad times and sometimes you have to compromise to be a Mrs.
Since marriage is on the downhill slide, I'm wondering if we're going to start trading in our children next. "Junior, I'm kicking you out of your room for that boy down the street. He's better at sports."
A friend of mine once told me, "No one ever tells you when you get married that some days you'll wake up, look at your husband beside you, and think, 'I can't stand you.' " But she does stand him. She's still married to him.
So kudos to all of you men and women who are honoring your vows. Half of America can't do it. I respect those of you who choose each day to love your spouse, even if there is someone out there who's better looking, richer, or appreciates you more.
Here's to marriage, that grand institution.
While it may be easy to switch phone companies when your current one isn't meeting your needs, the same shouldn't be said for your spouses. If I'm not mistaken, you said " 'til death do us part." Not " 'til something better comes along."
I have so many friends who've recently divorced not of their own choice. It's painful to watch them go through that process, because it wasn't what they wanted. But they had spouses who thought their life would magically improve if they were unmarried.
After all, those "Sex and the City" chicks have glamorous lives, and they're single. So suddenly being single means that you'll have a glamorous life, right?
Yeah, not so much. And those girls didn't kick out husbands in order to sip on cosmos.
Marriage is a commitment, people. But it ain't always easy. I have a lot of respect for people like my aunt Kathy, who's been married to my uncle Paul for 37 years. And yeah, he's awesome most of the time, but if she wasn't the person that she is, she'd have probably left him a long time ago to travel the world looking for garage sales and eBay treasures.
But instead, she's honored her commitment because she loves him and she realizes that you have good times and bad times and sometimes you have to compromise to be a Mrs.
Since marriage is on the downhill slide, I'm wondering if we're going to start trading in our children next. "Junior, I'm kicking you out of your room for that boy down the street. He's better at sports."
A friend of mine once told me, "No one ever tells you when you get married that some days you'll wake up, look at your husband beside you, and think, 'I can't stand you.' " But she does stand him. She's still married to him.
So kudos to all of you men and women who are honoring your vows. Half of America can't do it. I respect those of you who choose each day to love your spouse, even if there is someone out there who's better looking, richer, or appreciates you more.
Here's to marriage, that grand institution.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Cloudy with a chance of sooie
Sheila E was right. I do want to lead the glamorous life. And I don't need a man's touch.
I mean, Spandau Ballet aside, I was seldom exposed to culture like the theatre, symphony or ballet. This much is true. (Ok, enough with obscure 80s pop references.)
As a kid, we took two major vacations: the Grand Canyon and LA to visit relatives. It's not like we were poor. It's just that it never occurred to us to take exciting trips or go glamorous places. Until I was in college, I'd never stayed in a hotel without doors on the outside.
So how did I get to be this girl? The chick who gets to travel, go to the theatre, and sit in the skybox at Razorback games?
Friday night I met some new friends in Tulsa for a fabulous dinner at the Daily Grill, then seats at "Mamma Mia!" If you liked the movie, you have to go see the musical. The movie is good, campy fun, but the show is even more so. I smiled nearly the whole time, which was quite a while. I got home around 1:30 a.m.
And then yesterday, I met Estella in Fayetteville where we met up with some of her Mountain Home pals to head to Razorback Stadium and sit in a skybox. Seriously. So not only do you have an awesome view of the game, you have free food (stuff like shrimp and prime rib) and booze. I always said I was hesitant to sit in one of those things because you don't feel a part of the game, but they have windows that open, so it's just like you're in the stands, except for the private bathroom and fabulous food.
So yeah, I thought it would great. I had no idea how great it would be. Now it will be hard to go back to sitting in the cheap seats.
Sometimes it's great being me.
I mean, Spandau Ballet aside, I was seldom exposed to culture like the theatre, symphony or ballet. This much is true. (Ok, enough with obscure 80s pop references.)
As a kid, we took two major vacations: the Grand Canyon and LA to visit relatives. It's not like we were poor. It's just that it never occurred to us to take exciting trips or go glamorous places. Until I was in college, I'd never stayed in a hotel without doors on the outside.
So how did I get to be this girl? The chick who gets to travel, go to the theatre, and sit in the skybox at Razorback games?
Friday night I met some new friends in Tulsa for a fabulous dinner at the Daily Grill, then seats at "Mamma Mia!" If you liked the movie, you have to go see the musical. The movie is good, campy fun, but the show is even more so. I smiled nearly the whole time, which was quite a while. I got home around 1:30 a.m.
And then yesterday, I met Estella in Fayetteville where we met up with some of her Mountain Home pals to head to Razorback Stadium and sit in a skybox. Seriously. So not only do you have an awesome view of the game, you have free food (stuff like shrimp and prime rib) and booze. I always said I was hesitant to sit in one of those things because you don't feel a part of the game, but they have windows that open, so it's just like you're in the stands, except for the private bathroom and fabulous food.
So yeah, I thought it would great. I had no idea how great it would be. Now it will be hard to go back to sitting in the cheap seats.
Sometimes it's great being me.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The Hillary principle
A few weeks ago I was talking with a friend who's been having some marriage problems.One week he told me how much he treasured his wife, and the next he swore he'd fallen out of love.
Now granted, asking me for relationship advice is kind of like asking a man about childbirth. He'll give you lots of theories and tell you what it probably feels like, but if you've never experienced something, it's a bit difficult to recommend a method of coping with it.
Since I've seldom had a thought I didn't utter, I gave my guy pal some pearls of wisdom anyway, starting with: while unskilled in matters of romance and long-term commitment, I figure that love isn't something you choose. It just is. And it doesn't seem to be something that happens instantly, but rather grows over time. So I think it probably takes at least twice as long to fall out of it as it did to fall into it. You may be hurt and angry and sad, but the love doesn't just vanish into thin air, no matter how much you want it to. Believe me, I've tried to make it stop.
And with LB, I didn't even realize I was in love until after I started trying to get out of it.
In my quest for closure, the biggest issue has been wanting to know why he can like me so much as a person, want to be around me all the time, and never consider me dateable. Was I too needy? Too unavailable? Too sarcastic? Did he want someone shorter or younger or in a different profession?
In addition to obsessing over that, I've thought incessantly about the girl he did choose. Don't get me wrong, she's a very nice person, but she's just so generic. What was it about her that's more attractive than me?
Perhaps my problem is that I'm so used to getting my way. To winning. To figuring things out. I remained frustrated by his inexplicable choice.
Until yesterday.
I'm not sure if it was the book I'm reading about Laura Bush, or if it was a great conversation with a smart friend about relationships, but suddenly this whole LB situation became clear: He wanted a Laura Bush, and I'm a Hillary Clinton.
Now hear me out on this one. This isn't about politics, it's about personalities.
See, LB wants a First Lady, and I want to be the President.
You must understand that I'm disturbed by this analogy. I have a lot of respect for Laura Bush; she's gracious and classy and always appropriate. Hillary Clinton, on the other hand, is smart and ambitious and savvy, but she's also polarizing and brash.
It must be hard to be married to a Hillary. You never know what she's going to say. And even though she'll stand by you through bad choices and public humiliation, she's not satisfied with the status quo. She pushes the envelope. She's not content just to bask in your spotlight; she wants her own moment to shine.
So maybe it's not anything I did or said. Maybe it's just who I am. And that's okay.
Because somewhere out there is my Bill. Who'll be okay with my ambition. Who understands my narcissistic need to be the center of attention. Who gets me for who I am. I'm not a librarian. I'm a Secretary of State.
Now granted, asking me for relationship advice is kind of like asking a man about childbirth. He'll give you lots of theories and tell you what it probably feels like, but if you've never experienced something, it's a bit difficult to recommend a method of coping with it.
Since I've seldom had a thought I didn't utter, I gave my guy pal some pearls of wisdom anyway, starting with: while unskilled in matters of romance and long-term commitment, I figure that love isn't something you choose. It just is. And it doesn't seem to be something that happens instantly, but rather grows over time. So I think it probably takes at least twice as long to fall out of it as it did to fall into it. You may be hurt and angry and sad, but the love doesn't just vanish into thin air, no matter how much you want it to. Believe me, I've tried to make it stop.
And with LB, I didn't even realize I was in love until after I started trying to get out of it.
In my quest for closure, the biggest issue has been wanting to know why he can like me so much as a person, want to be around me all the time, and never consider me dateable. Was I too needy? Too unavailable? Too sarcastic? Did he want someone shorter or younger or in a different profession?
In addition to obsessing over that, I've thought incessantly about the girl he did choose. Don't get me wrong, she's a very nice person, but she's just so generic. What was it about her that's more attractive than me?
Perhaps my problem is that I'm so used to getting my way. To winning. To figuring things out. I remained frustrated by his inexplicable choice.
Until yesterday.
I'm not sure if it was the book I'm reading about Laura Bush, or if it was a great conversation with a smart friend about relationships, but suddenly this whole LB situation became clear: He wanted a Laura Bush, and I'm a Hillary Clinton.
Now hear me out on this one. This isn't about politics, it's about personalities.
See, LB wants a First Lady, and I want to be the President.
You must understand that I'm disturbed by this analogy. I have a lot of respect for Laura Bush; she's gracious and classy and always appropriate. Hillary Clinton, on the other hand, is smart and ambitious and savvy, but she's also polarizing and brash.
It must be hard to be married to a Hillary. You never know what she's going to say. And even though she'll stand by you through bad choices and public humiliation, she's not satisfied with the status quo. She pushes the envelope. She's not content just to bask in your spotlight; she wants her own moment to shine.
So maybe it's not anything I did or said. Maybe it's just who I am. And that's okay.
Because somewhere out there is my Bill. Who'll be okay with my ambition. Who understands my narcissistic need to be the center of attention. Who gets me for who I am. I'm not a librarian. I'm a Secretary of State.
Promises, promises
I've slept 2.5 hours out of the past 64, so if you've tuned into the Drivel for an update, you're kind of outta luck. Sure, there are great stories to tell--riveting stories even--about my time in Central Arkansas. But I'm exhausted and I choose to save them for a time when I'm coherant.
The Cliffs Notes version: yesterday I had lunch with Debbie and Barbara, cookies with Brent and Dave, then dinner AND breakfast with Darren (since we were at IHOP 9.5 hours straight). Today I had lunch with Patty and dinner with Joe. I've shopped, worked out, and napped. Oh, and I did a little work, which was the reason for my trip.
Last night some dude with a mullet walked into IHOP. I thought he was talking to himself, but turns out he was on the phone via bluetooth (Sidenote: if you do that in the car, fine. If you walk around public like that, you're a freak.) And here is what he said, "Yeah, I'm gonna wait 'til I hear from that paternity test before I change my beneficiaries. I don't know if she's my kid." Charming.
The Cliffs Notes version: yesterday I had lunch with Debbie and Barbara, cookies with Brent and Dave, then dinner AND breakfast with Darren (since we were at IHOP 9.5 hours straight). Today I had lunch with Patty and dinner with Joe. I've shopped, worked out, and napped. Oh, and I did a little work, which was the reason for my trip.
Last night some dude with a mullet walked into IHOP. I thought he was talking to himself, but turns out he was on the phone via bluetooth (Sidenote: if you do that in the car, fine. If you walk around public like that, you're a freak.) And here is what he said, "Yeah, I'm gonna wait 'til I hear from that paternity test before I change my beneficiaries. I don't know if she's my kid." Charming.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Lucky girl
I'm finally back in the land of the living. I exercised today for the first time in two weeks. No activity + increased caloric intake = 5 new pounds. Or 5 returning pounds. Now I have 15 to go instead of 10. Ugh.
I was so depressed this morning after stepping on the scale that I threw away the Oreos, did yoga and then walked three miles.
I threw away my fat clothes. Gaining back the weight is not an option.
Thank goodness I'm feeling like working out again since my life these days revolves around food. Ok, that's no different than usual. But I am finding it difficult to find the time to see all of my friends while I'm in Central Arkansas this week.
Tomorrow and Tuesday I'm lunching with some of my UCA friends. I'm meeting guy friends for dinner at my favorite place the next two nights. (I'm here to work... need to make that happen, too!)
Tonight I had dinner with Vickie, Brad, and the kids in Fort Smith. It was so great to see them all. I got to see Brad's crew last weekend, but I haven't seen V in a long time. (And I forgot to say so, but you look really fabulous, V!)
I stopped to see my grandmother on my way out of town, and attempted to explain to her how my cousins Carrie, Jen and I can keep up with each other without actually seeing or talking to one another. She doesn't get it. Mostly, she's just mad that I know stuff that she doesn't. Useless Facebook updates? I don't think so!
I love that my job gives me the chance to travel and see friends and family, but sometimes I get overwhelmed by trying to fit everything in. Then I feel grateful that so many people want to see me. Or at least pretend to.
Seriously, I am so very lucky. This afternoon I stopped in Van Buren to go to the bathroom and some dude stopped me and asked if I could spare a dollar so that he could buy some gas to get to Georgia. My first (smart alleck) thought was that it would take a lot more than a buck to get to Georgia, but then I felt humbled. So I took three dollars out of my $400 handbag for him.
I confess that I usually refuse to give money to people who ask for it because I'm skeptical. I assume they're too lazy to work. Or are making a lot of money from the generosity of others.
But today I started thinking about what Jesus would do. And I decided that giving isn't as much about the receiver as it is about the giver. And the spirit in which things are given. I am blessed so far beyond what I deserve. I should take the time more often to remember that, and to help others.
Heh. Consider my attitude adjusted.
I was so depressed this morning after stepping on the scale that I threw away the Oreos, did yoga and then walked three miles.
I threw away my fat clothes. Gaining back the weight is not an option.
Thank goodness I'm feeling like working out again since my life these days revolves around food. Ok, that's no different than usual. But I am finding it difficult to find the time to see all of my friends while I'm in Central Arkansas this week.
Tomorrow and Tuesday I'm lunching with some of my UCA friends. I'm meeting guy friends for dinner at my favorite place the next two nights. (I'm here to work... need to make that happen, too!)
Tonight I had dinner with Vickie, Brad, and the kids in Fort Smith. It was so great to see them all. I got to see Brad's crew last weekend, but I haven't seen V in a long time. (And I forgot to say so, but you look really fabulous, V!)
I stopped to see my grandmother on my way out of town, and attempted to explain to her how my cousins Carrie, Jen and I can keep up with each other without actually seeing or talking to one another. She doesn't get it. Mostly, she's just mad that I know stuff that she doesn't. Useless Facebook updates? I don't think so!
I love that my job gives me the chance to travel and see friends and family, but sometimes I get overwhelmed by trying to fit everything in. Then I feel grateful that so many people want to see me. Or at least pretend to.
Seriously, I am so very lucky. This afternoon I stopped in Van Buren to go to the bathroom and some dude stopped me and asked if I could spare a dollar so that he could buy some gas to get to Georgia. My first (smart alleck) thought was that it would take a lot more than a buck to get to Georgia, but then I felt humbled. So I took three dollars out of my $400 handbag for him.
I confess that I usually refuse to give money to people who ask for it because I'm skeptical. I assume they're too lazy to work. Or are making a lot of money from the generosity of others.
But today I started thinking about what Jesus would do. And I decided that giving isn't as much about the receiver as it is about the giver. And the spirit in which things are given. I am blessed so far beyond what I deserve. I should take the time more often to remember that, and to help others.
Heh. Consider my attitude adjusted.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Picture this
You know how you have things on your to-do list that you seldom do? Like clean out closets, go through boxes in the garage, and generally purge your life of stuff you don't need? I've been working on that lately.
Since I move often, you'd think I wouldn't have much junk. Let's face it, I'm not really a pack rat. I don't form unnatural attachments to things. Unlike my mom, I throw away butter bowls and plastic cups.
But I've still managed to amass a lot of stuff. I am a single gal who lives in a four-bedroom house and every closet is full. The attic is packed with Christmas decorations. The garage has tons of boxes. Where did I get all of this junk and how can I get rid of most of it so that I don't have to move it again?
Last week I cleaned out my closets. Now I'm ready to tackle my garage.
I've been out of comission with strep throat for three straight days, but I finally felt like walking out in the garage this afternoon to figure out just what's out there. Half of my boxes? Photos. Thousands and thousands of photos.
For years I've been meaning to start a massive scanning project so that I'll have electronic pictures and be able to get rid of the tons of photo albums. Many are full of quickly fading Polaroids. Some contain pics of people I don't even know.
I found an online service today that will scan in your memories for 5 cents a photo, which is a bargain if you don't have 25K of them. But since it would take the GDP of a small African village to finance my family memories, I've decided to scan them in myself.
I started my little project late this afternoon. So far I've scanned in hundreds. But it's barely made a dent in my first box. Of 20 boxes or so.
This may take awhile. Maybe I'll be done in time to drag down and go through the Christmas decorations.
Since I move often, you'd think I wouldn't have much junk. Let's face it, I'm not really a pack rat. I don't form unnatural attachments to things. Unlike my mom, I throw away butter bowls and plastic cups.
But I've still managed to amass a lot of stuff. I am a single gal who lives in a four-bedroom house and every closet is full. The attic is packed with Christmas decorations. The garage has tons of boxes. Where did I get all of this junk and how can I get rid of most of it so that I don't have to move it again?
Last week I cleaned out my closets. Now I'm ready to tackle my garage.
I've been out of comission with strep throat for three straight days, but I finally felt like walking out in the garage this afternoon to figure out just what's out there. Half of my boxes? Photos. Thousands and thousands of photos.
For years I've been meaning to start a massive scanning project so that I'll have electronic pictures and be able to get rid of the tons of photo albums. Many are full of quickly fading Polaroids. Some contain pics of people I don't even know.
I found an online service today that will scan in your memories for 5 cents a photo, which is a bargain if you don't have 25K of them. But since it would take the GDP of a small African village to finance my family memories, I've decided to scan them in myself.
I started my little project late this afternoon. So far I've scanned in hundreds. But it's barely made a dent in my first box. Of 20 boxes or so.
This may take awhile. Maybe I'll be done in time to drag down and go through the Christmas decorations.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Sniffle, sneeze, strep
Yeah, allergies suck. Almost as much as strep throat. Gross.
So I guess I'm in bed for a few days. :( And taking $60 worth of meds.
So I guess I'm in bed for a few days. :( And taking $60 worth of meds.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Funkytown
I'm not sure why I'm in such a funk today. It could be the allergies. It could be the three-day weekend. But I've been in a haze all day, not wanting to do anything. Couple that with a trip to the gynecologist this afternoon for my annual check-up, and you've got a fun-filled day.
Labor Day weekend was great. Got to hang out with the supremely cool Jen on Saturday night. Went to Nebo on Sunday and ate some amazing food (Scooter made some scrumptious crawfish po'boys Sunday night). Then I returned to NWA yesterday afternoon in time to dope up on Nyquil and lay around like a slug.
Hopefully tomorrow is better. My eyes itch. My throat hurts. Wish I could lay in bed for a few days. For now, I'm taking Nyquil and going to bed at 8 p.m.
Labor Day weekend was great. Got to hang out with the supremely cool Jen on Saturday night. Went to Nebo on Sunday and ate some amazing food (Scooter made some scrumptious crawfish po'boys Sunday night). Then I returned to NWA yesterday afternoon in time to dope up on Nyquil and lay around like a slug.
Hopefully tomorrow is better. My eyes itch. My throat hurts. Wish I could lay in bed for a few days. For now, I'm taking Nyquil and going to bed at 8 p.m.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Happy, happy day!
So excited about the start of football season! I had nearly given up on the 'Boys last night, but they managed to pull out the win. I'm afraid it's going to be another long season, Dallas fans.
In a few I'm headed south to pick up Chance and Hope (and maybe Taylor, if he's really, really bored) and go hang out with Jen, Lon, and Huey, Dewie and Louie. I'll spend tonight with Peep and Meem, and that's always interesting. Their house is like a zoo when we're all there. It's Beaver's birthday, so we're headed to his party at 2 p.m.
Tomorrow I'll be on Nebo with Scott, Alisa, and Grey. Not sure what we're doing since all our best laid plans got either rescheduled or are tentative due to weather. Nevertheless, I haven't seen them in months and can't wait to just chill and eat.
Have a great Labor Day weekend, everyone!
In a few I'm headed south to pick up Chance and Hope (and maybe Taylor, if he's really, really bored) and go hang out with Jen, Lon, and Huey, Dewie and Louie. I'll spend tonight with Peep and Meem, and that's always interesting. Their house is like a zoo when we're all there. It's Beaver's birthday, so we're headed to his party at 2 p.m.
Tomorrow I'll be on Nebo with Scott, Alisa, and Grey. Not sure what we're doing since all our best laid plans got either rescheduled or are tentative due to weather. Nevertheless, I haven't seen them in months and can't wait to just chill and eat.
Have a great Labor Day weekend, everyone!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Snug as a slug
It's been a whole week since I've done any sort of physical activity. Granted, a year ago that wouldn't have seemed so strange. But given what a freak I've been about exercise in the past few months, that's unheard of. I refuse to gain back the weight I've lost.
Yesterday I called in sick and slept all day (actually, I emailed in sick... does anyone call in sick anymore?). I'm not sure if I was warding off a sinus infection or just paying for too many nights of not enough sleep, but after two doses of Nyquil and seven hours of napping, I feel as good as new. I was also able to clean off hours of stuff from my DVR, so when the new television season starts, I should be good to go. It's strange how much pressure I feel when that thing begins to fill up and I see "about a day" left on some of the shows I record.
Tonight I brutally cleaned out my closet and got rid of anything I can no longer wear. It always pains me to give up pricey clothes, but I realized last week that having things altered is nearly as expensive as buying new stuff. So now I have two trash bags full of clothes that I'm sending to some friends who have a non-profit organization for young women. At least I feel like my seldom-worn clothes are going to good use. I'm purging them lest I feel the need to gain back into them. Of course, if I continue to lay around like a slug and not exercise, my new clothes may get too tight.
This is all the stuff I took out of my closet.
I've already bought my first pair of boots this season. And football is on TV. Fall can officially begin!
Yesterday I called in sick and slept all day (actually, I emailed in sick... does anyone call in sick anymore?). I'm not sure if I was warding off a sinus infection or just paying for too many nights of not enough sleep, but after two doses of Nyquil and seven hours of napping, I feel as good as new. I was also able to clean off hours of stuff from my DVR, so when the new television season starts, I should be good to go. It's strange how much pressure I feel when that thing begins to fill up and I see "about a day" left on some of the shows I record.
Tonight I brutally cleaned out my closet and got rid of anything I can no longer wear. It always pains me to give up pricey clothes, but I realized last week that having things altered is nearly as expensive as buying new stuff. So now I have two trash bags full of clothes that I'm sending to some friends who have a non-profit organization for young women. At least I feel like my seldom-worn clothes are going to good use. I'm purging them lest I feel the need to gain back into them. Of course, if I continue to lay around like a slug and not exercise, my new clothes may get too tight.
This is all the stuff I took out of my closet.
I've already bought my first pair of boots this season. And football is on TV. Fall can officially begin!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Top chef, Johnson
As my friend Sorne would say, I love to eat more than I hate to exercise. But lately, I've been doing too much of the former and too little of the latter.
Tonight the folks from our advertising agency took me out to dinner to celebrate our big enrollment week (80 new students... wahoo!). It was my maiden voyage to James at the Mill and trust me, friends, it lived up to all the hype.
Dinner was an event. We met at 5:30 and finished around 8 p.m. But hey... it was work related, right?
Crab cake
Yummy steak
Dessert: warm chocolate cake
Alas, I did not meet Stacy London today. The sweet student did call and invite me to her office for a private meet and greet, but I'd already scheduled meetings, so work once again got in the way of my celebrity stalking. When she called, the student did tell me that Stacy was very tiny in person, and very sweet and funny. I'm glad she wasn't disappointed in her like I usually am when I meet famous people.
I think I've got a sinus infection coming on. Sore throat, sniffles, headache, sinus pressure... yuck. I do not want to get sick. But I have only one meeting in the morning, so if there's a good day to rest, tomorrow would be it.
I'm still stuffed. Need to walk 10 miles but have too many files to sort through and too many GPAs to figure. My life is so glamorous.
(There will be pics, but stupid Gmail is down. Grrr.)
Tonight the folks from our advertising agency took me out to dinner to celebrate our big enrollment week (80 new students... wahoo!). It was my maiden voyage to James at the Mill and trust me, friends, it lived up to all the hype.
Dinner was an event. We met at 5:30 and finished around 8 p.m. But hey... it was work related, right?
Crab cake
Yummy steak
Dessert: warm chocolate cake
Alas, I did not meet Stacy London today. The sweet student did call and invite me to her office for a private meet and greet, but I'd already scheduled meetings, so work once again got in the way of my celebrity stalking. When she called, the student did tell me that Stacy was very tiny in person, and very sweet and funny. I'm glad she wasn't disappointed in her like I usually am when I meet famous people.
I think I've got a sinus infection coming on. Sore throat, sniffles, headache, sinus pressure... yuck. I do not want to get sick. But I have only one meeting in the morning, so if there's a good day to rest, tomorrow would be it.
I'm still stuffed. Need to walk 10 miles but have too many files to sort through and too many GPAs to figure. My life is so glamorous.
(There will be pics, but stupid Gmail is down. Grrr.)
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