It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

I'm finally home from my marathon weekend. After two days of chopping onions, sprinkling powdered sugar and making small talk with strangers, it feels good to be back in my own bed. I had a fantastic weekend, but after the five-hour party yesterday, I am tired.

I stopped in Fayetteville today to buy some wrapping paper. It was 66 degrees when I left there, and 46 degrees when I got to Siloam 30 minutes later. Now I'm snuggled under the down comforter waiting for the snow to start.

This is a busy week, with a trip to Little Rock on Wednesday-Thursday and the hosting of two parties next weekend. I finally gave in to my brat-dom and have a housekeeper coming this week to clean. Yeah, it's ridiculous, but that's why I went to college for 12 years... so that someone else can scrub my toilet. We're still negotiating whether she needs to clean once a month or every two weeks, but since I have no husband, kids, or pets, it really doesn't get very gross.

I know some of you are itching for info about the boy, but I'm just not ready to share yet. I'm not sure if there's anything there, but when and if it happens, I'll be happy to bore you with all of the details. For now, the boy and I (we'll call him LB for now) are planning lunch this week prior to the non-date this weekend. Suffice it to say that I'm seriously, ridiculously smitten with LB. Ugh. I hate that.

Anticipation

For the first time in recent memory, I'm actually ready for the weekend to be over. Not that the weekend was bad--I had a pedicure on Friday afternoon and, save for a trip to church, have done very little since then--but I'm ready for the week to start.

Things are stressful at work, but I suppose I'm just ready to get these next couple of weeks over with and have two weeks off. And on the personal front? It promises to be a very interesting week. Of course, I've said that before and been wrong, so who knows?

But bring on Monday.

Sleepy weekend

I've been home for 48 hours and asleep for about 30 of them. Today I cleaned the house a bit and did some laundry, but other than that, I've spent most of the past two days snoozing.

The few hours I have been awake I've been missing Boston, wishing I were walking down the streets of Cambridge, eating lobster bisque and watching the crew on the Charles River. I guess the only solution is for Tom Brady to marry me and move me to Massachusetts.

Where did the weekend go?

While I realize that the work week is five days and the weekend only two, it seems those two blessed days are much less than 28% of my week. The time from Friday at five until Sunday at ten seems to fly by, and I'm often left wondering how in the world I wasted the past 52 hours. Don't get me wrong, I love my job and thank God for it every single night, but still... I'd be lying if I said that I never considered what it would be like to be a lady of leisure. I live for my weekends and days of watching football (hooray for the first full weekend of the pigskin!), reading books, visiting friends, and sleeping in. Hey, 8 a.m. is sleeping in these days.

Last week was quite busy, so I was in bed before 9 p.m. on Friday night. Yesterday I slept in, watched football all day, then headed over to Rogers for church. I've been looking for a church home for over a year, first in Conway and now in NWA, and have never found a place where I belonged. Every time I get to go to chapel at work I leave filled with the Spirit and full of peace and joy, and I really want to find that same feeling someplace on the weekends. Oh, I know worship is about Him and not about me, but still, I really want to be someplace I can be happy.

So yesterday I crossed the county to meet a coworker and his family for Saturday night church (and no, it wasn't LDS), and I loved it. The praise and worship was awesome. The message was inspiring. Granted, it was only my first trip, but I think it's a great start. So I'm praying for God's guidance on whether that will be my new church home.

After church I went to visit some friends who recently moved to Rogers who paid $35 to watch the Hog game on PPV. Yeah, we won, but it was not pretty. It's going to be a loooooong season, Razorback fans.

Now I'm gearing up for the week. I'll be traveling to all four of our offices in 24 hours, so it will be a crazy few days. Oh, and I have 300 bags of microwave popcorn in my trunk, so now my car smells like butter. Hmm...

The good news is that the Cowboys looked great today (yeah, they played the Browns, but still), and Felix had a TD. The bad news is that pretty boy Tom Brady is evidently out for the season with a torn ACL. Guess the MVP award is officially up for grabs.

Later, kids.