Monday, Monday

Just so you know, I'm only updating this thing because it's been several days. I really have nothing to say. I know... what else is new?

Work is still going swimmingly well. All of my afternoon meetings were canceled, so I crossed 10 things off my to-do list. Then I had to add some more so that I could cross them off, too.

Weekend in Tulsa was great. We had brunch on Saturday morning at Queenie's, went shopping at Utica Square, then I took a three-hour nap. Dinner was Cheesecake Factory, followed by a dip in the pool. I came back early yesterday, just in time to take another three-hour nap.

I was productive last night, however. I unpacked, did laundry, and cleaned up the house so that I could take pics for the website. FSBO sign went in the ground this morning.

Happy birthday, Tom Brady! I don't care what Jen says, you're hotter than Peyton Manning.

Signed, sealed, delivered... I am so NOT yours

"How do you tell someone it's over? You send them a notarized letter, right? Well, what if the recipient is your notary?"
~Angela Martin, "The Office"

For once, I identify with the tightly wound Angela. I mean, I've never sent a notarized letter, but I'm near needing some sort of restraining order. How many texts do I ignore before he gets the message? Seriously, if you want to get on my good side, don't text me at 7 a.m. on a Sunday. I am not awake. It does not endear you to me in any way.

Today was the first Monday I've worked in over a month, and this marks the first full week in nearly six. Plus five trips to Rogers. But I got a lot done today. I love my new office. I was turning into one of those bosses... the ones who are out of touch and don't know what people do on a daily basis. Our admin is on vacation this week and today was eye-opening. I mean, I knew she was all kinds of awesome, but I had no idea all of the junk that she deals with so I don't have to. I am humbled. I don't want to answer the phone anymore. No, I don't know where your class is. Where's my diet coke?

I also realized today how not good it is that I'm within walking distance of Target and the mall. It's super convenient to run errands at lunch, but not good for the ol' checkbook.

Dad and V came up after work to treat me to a belated birthday dinner, then I introduced V to my beloved Promenade. I'm sure my Dad is not pleased.

I was uber lazy this weekend, but I did get to see the Texas fam on the 4th, and I'm hoping Jen updates her blog soon with the story about burying the 60 lb. dog in a plastic box full of ice and leaving him in the kitchen overnight. On her birthday. Please, please forgive me for laughing, but that makes my own birthday experience seem less painful. Sure, no one came to my party, but at least nothing died. Except perhaps my dignity.

Tomorrow's another busy day, then it's off to Tulsa for dinner at the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate Nanner's birthday. I walked four miles tonight in preparation.

And Christy, in case you're reading this, I promise to update the other blog soon. I'm praying for guidance!

Oh, and is anyone else sick of hearing about Michael Jackson? Over the weekend, Steve McNair was murdered, there is a serial killer loose in South Carolina, Roger Federer made tennis history, Palin resigned as Governor of Alaska, and our President is decreasing our nuclear capacity, yet Michael Jackson was the subject of the first ten stories on GMA this morning. People, let's get some perspective! He was talented, yet a freak. Let's not canonize him anytime soon.

Smaller hips = smaller tips

Since I've been depriving myself all week, I decided it was time for a culinary treat this evening. So when I got to Tulsa, I drove to Macaroni Grill for dinner. And since I'm obsessed with tiramisu, I ordered the capellini for dinner to save calories for dessert.

Not only did my waiter allow my tea glass to go unrefilled for about ten minutes, he brought my ticket without offering me dessert. Yeah, smaller tip for that dude. (Thankfully my ticket did include an online survey request.... my lack of sugar will induce some serious payback, Macaroni Grill!)

So I did what any self-respecting dessert addict would do... I drove to the Cheesecake Factory and got some tiramisu cheesecake to go.

I did force myself to run two miles prior to eating it, but boy, oh boy, was it exceptional. Now I'm hanging at the Hilton, trying to get sleepy so that I can get enough shut eye before my 7 a.m. flight tomorrow.

Hope you had a fabulous Friday, folks!

SWF looking for a rich husband

I've discovered my mission in life: to be a trophy wife.

This morning I walked two miles on the treadmill, took a shower (no comments necessary), stopped for a latte, and got a pedicure. Then I picked up my pal LiLar so that we could head to Tulsa for some shopping and lunch at the Cheesecake Factory.

After all those calories, I did another three miles when I got home. Because if I'm going to be someone's trophy, he's gotta think he won a good contest, right?

Oh, and the housekeeper came today, so my house was spotless when I got home. Hey, it's a tough life I lead.