Today was a good day, mostly. It ended really well at work, and dinner at The Melting Pot with the ladies (also from work) was fun. However, Roxy had a seizure this morning before John left (about 9:15 – he said it was short and she recovered quickly), and then she had another one just before 10pm. Tonight’s might have been two, actually: one regular one and then one small one. She’s recovered and everything, but it’s a little weird that she went so long without having one and then had two in one day. I’ll let the vet know tomorrow.
While walking the dogs this morning, I passed a yard that has little ceramic garden statues in it, grouped around the base of a tree. The dogs and I have walked by this yard countless times, but this morning, Riley noticed that one of those statues is a BUNNY! So he lunged for it (it didn’t run), tried to bite it (it didn’t give), and STILL didn’t realize that it wasn’t a real bunny. I had to pull him off it so we could go home. Idiot.
Week’s over, I feel great, and I am so ready to see Harry Potter. I believe I will say that again. Harry Potter. Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter. There. John and Will are checking out the live music at a local pub. I would say they’re casing the joint, but they want to play there, not steal from it. I’m not sure what the correct phrase is for that situation. Christina and Colin and I went to Ruby Tuesday for a drink and an appetizer and some chatting. We had a good time, and Colin only covered himself in ketchup. Well, Christina too, but only a little bit. There might be some in her hair. 🙂
I’m going to take a bath and read (The Time Traveler’s Wife!) and figure out what we’re doing tomorrow before we see Harry Potter. Probably yard work. Boo. Harry Potter!
*Funny thing just happened. I typed “Boob” instead of “Boo.” Maybe I should have left it. (Now I’m giggling. How old am I?)
So I’ve skipped the last couple of days because I’ve been sick. I left work early on Tuesday and stayed home Wednesday, too. I can’t remember the last time I took a sick day. Something flu-ish and very unpleasant. But I feel much better this evening. I finished A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius the other day (finally) and I read Fablehaven (a children’s book, much in the same way the first couple of Harry Potter books are children’s books (but those are better)) while I was under the weather. Since the movie of The Time Traveler’s Wife comes out next weekend, I’ve decided it’s finally time to reread the book. Again.
While I was home yesterday (in the few hours I wasn’t sleeping), I watched Mamma Mia! and kinda wished I hadn’t. It was bad, made no sense whatsoever, and went on too long. For a funny review of it (by a guy who didn’t like it, either), go here. In better news, we’re going to see the new Harry Potter movie this weekend! Yay!
…but I still don’t have the energy to catch you up on the weekend. Maybe during the day tomorrow. I went to boot camp again this evening. I like Marcus, the guy who runs it on Mondays and Tuesdays, and even though it was hard (particularly the ab stuff – flutter kicks and variations on flutter kicks that are HARD), it was still doable. And fun. He’s much more laid back than Wolf (the Thursday guy). Wolf is…intense.
I still haven’t finished my book. Actually, that shouldn’t be very surprising. There was NO time for reading this weekend except for last night, and I just didn’t feel like reading last night. (And that should say something about my book.) I’m going to try tonight, though. Gonna go take a bath and see how much more of I can read until the water gets cold.
I’m too worn out from the weekend to write much (but I started a list to make sure I don’t leave anything out when I get to it), so here’s the synopsis: the concert was AWESOME (quite possibly the best ever), and we had a really good time with everyone. Later, I’ll fill you in about the horrendous traffic, tailgating, and the whimpering puppy.
Oh, damn, it’s after midnight and this will get posted for Saturday instead of Friday. Everyone made it. We had dinner with Mom, Dad, Mindy, and Mark (delicious – I love Lightfoot), and we met the puppy. She is as adorable as advertised, and Riley only knocked her over once. That I saw. They seem to be getting along fine. Mindy and Mark are sleeping on the air mattress in the living room tonight, so we’ll just have to see how they handle all three dogs all night long. If no one tries to eat the puppy and Roxy doesn’t have a seizure (did I just jinx her?), I’ll call it a success. John’s family arrived around 9:30 (I think). We all had a drink and hung out around the house until we were too tired to stand up anymore. And now I’m too tired to type.
I’m going to sleep.
Seriously, don’t mind me. I’m just dead. It was the LONGest day. (Not that Longest Day.) Huh. The more I type “longest”, the weirder it looks. Anyway, I got up at six, got to work by 7:45, worked from then to a little after 5, exercised until almost 6:30, came home and ate dinner, and then spent an hour and a half cleaning. I’m done. Can’t do any more. Brain isn’t working, legs barely work (getting up from this chair is going to be really painful). Fingers feel okay. Elbows are fine. My hair doesn’t hurt. The rest of me? Let’s not talk about it anymore.
I am still reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. I think it’s the longest book of all time. I’m sure most of that is because I haven’t had a lot of time to read. And that’s at least partly an excuse. I haven’t been making time to read. I’m relying too heavily on italics. And I’m unable to stay on topic. I’m heading for the shower and then my bed. I don’t want to be exhausted all weekend. Busy busy busy!
John and I weren’t planning on watching more than the first couple of minutes of last night’s Daily Show this evening, but the first thing Jon Stewart did was tease that Spinal Tap would be performing during the regular interview spot, so we were hooked. If you haven’t seen it (and you care at all about Spinal Tap), go here.
That’s all I’ve got tonight, though. I’m sore all over – almost every movement hurts – and I have to get some cleaning done.
I was sore today. And now, after my second boot camp workout, I am sore in new places. Similar, but new. Tomorrow is a day off from that, but I’m still going to run in the morning. It might be more walking than running, but whatever. Movement is what I’m after.
I’m starting to get anxious about the stuff I have to get done in the house before Friday when the hordes arrive (yes, I called you hordes). Anxious, but not enough to do any of it tonight. Three nights a week of exercise exhaustion is really going to lower my productivity. But not at work! I was very productive at work today.
Oh, hell, I’m being boring again.
Our company, as one of the benefits, sponsors one of those boot camp fitness programs at the office. An instructor shows up at 5:15 three days a week, and whoever wants to go can go. I decided to give it a try today. All I do is run, and I haven’t been very good about incorporating any other sort of exercise into my routine on my own. Anyway, it was hard, and it was hot, and I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I also think I’m going to go back tomorrow and try again. We’ll see.
I finished The Shell Seekers yesterday morning. I really like Rosamunde Pilcher, but I think I’m going to have to space out her books. That one made me cry twice. And when I wasn’t crying, I was hating two of the characters. I’m still kind of looking for what to read next. I’m not quite ready to re-read The Time Traveler’s Wife, although that will probably be next, after whatever I choose now. I picked up A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, by Dave Eggers, but I’m having a hard time getting into it. John just finished it, and I think he liked it, but I was ready to give up on it about 100 pages in. He gave me a hard time (just a little), so I’m still trying. And it’s getting better, I think, but I’m not really involved in it. I’m not hurrying to finish typing so I can get back to it or anything. I should be hurrying so I can go throw away almost everything stored under the bathroom sink in the hall upstairs. That stuff goes in the category of it’s-been-there-and-I-haven’t-used-it-since-we-moved-in-almost-four-years-ago-so-throw-it-away-already. There’s a lot of stuff all over the house in that category. But I may not get to that tonight. Back to the subject of picking a new book. I have several books that are the first in a series. I deliberately only bought the first ones, thinking I’d try them out and if I like them, I’ll buy the rest. But since I don’t have the rest yet, I’ve been putting off reading the first books. What if I love them and I don’t have the others? So I’ve backed myself into a corner. Just read one of them! It’s not like I don’t know where or how to get the next book quickly.
I hope it goes on all night. We had a major thunderstorm two nights ago, too. I’m not sure how much it actually rained, but it was right on top of us. Almost no time between lightning and thunder, and once I nearly jumped across the couch ’cause the lightning almost hit the house. There was a huge CRACK and everything powered kinda paused and you could feel the electricity. It was a little scary. Today it’s just regular rain. It was really sunny and very hot (but low humidity – it didn’t feel like 90 degrees), and we were planning on going to the pool later in the afternoon. We did go, but not for long. We had a few sun breaks, but the wind picked up and the clouds rolled in, so we decided to head for home. Walked in the door just as the first raindrops were falling. Maybe we’ll have better luck with the pool tomorrow, but I think I’d prefer a full day of rain.
I went to the mall with Christina this morning. We were looking for a light, casual summer dress, but we both struck out. Tomorrow, depending on the weather (but I think it’ll be dry enough), we’ll do yardwork. Yay.
This looks like it was so much fun.
I can’t focus. I think I left my ability to concentrate (what there was) at work. My thoughts keep jumping from work (we start testing this new software tomorrow) to possibly sending John to OR in September (tickets are over $500 per person – we can’t both go) to all the stuff we need/want to do this week to the Paul McCartney concert next weekend (with all the visiting family that comes with) to the South Park episode we watched while eating dinner tonight to the possibility of running into our new financial advisor while walking the dogs (he moved into our neighborhood a couple of weeks ago, and John saw him this morning while running) to – you get the point. None of these things are bad, none of them are worrisome, and I’m looking forward to a couple of them (the concert and the visiting family in particular), but I can’t settle down and just do something. Like type (it’s taken me forever just to get this far) or read.
I’m gonna give my book (and some m&ms) another try.
If you haven’t seen Jon Stewart’s latest interview with Brian Williams, you should go watch it now. It’s hilarious. I love the way they play off each other.
|The Daily Show With Jon Stewart||Mon – Thurs 11p / 10c|
Wow. “Dying” looks SO not right. It looks like you’d pronounce it “d’ying”. Totally weird. Anyway…
Work was actually kinda fun today. I got to play with a working model of the project I’ve been working on before we start officially testing it. I didn’t get anything else done today, but I can get back on track tomorrow.
I think I want this evening to be very restful. I’m making tortellini (ooh, boiling water – that’s hard), and then after dinner I just want to read my book. Or possibly throw out almost everything stored under my bathroom sink. That could be therapeutic. I want to take the dogs for a walk after dinner, even if only for ten minutes. And I really hope it rains tonight. We haven’t been getting nearly enough, and our poor sickly tree looks sicklier than ever.
Check out the very healthy green trees behind it.
The poor thing is losing all its leaves.
That was my weekend. Not in that order, though, and it wasn’t my nap. I watched Colin so Christina and Will could go to the movies on Saturday, and Colin slept the ENTIRE time. I hope he slept at least some of Saturday night.
We went out to dinner that night and then to the movies ourselves. We saw The Hangover, which really is as funny as everyone says it is. I thought it had a bit of a slow start, but I laughed my head off through most of the rest of it.
Then today, I went to see 42nd Street with Amy (from work). It was awesome. I love big dance numbers and they’re ten times better when they’re big tap-dancing numbers. The “Audition” (the show opener) was probably my favorite. I love the way the curtain comes up. You hear the music start, and then the dancing starts, and then the curtain rises, just a little, so you can see all the feet. It’s so cool. And “Lullaby of Broadway” was fantastic. Oh, and the end, when the director is on the stage by himself, and he sings the first few lines of “42nd Street” and he hits that note and holds it…man, that’s good. And this guy was really good. On top of that, the actress playing Dorothy Brock (the aging star, appropriately enough) was Loretta Swit! As in Hotlips Houlihan from MASH! That was so cool and such a surprise! (And we didn’t figure it out until intermission because we’re blind, apparently.) She was really good. The only thing that was a little off was Peggy Sawyer’s singing voice. It was annoying. A bit. She was so heavy on the vibrato you couldn’t tell what note she was singing half the time. But it was so much fun. I want to take tap-dancing lessons again. And actually learn something this time.
I finished The Sparrow this morning. It was very good, and only barely deserves to be called science fiction. It’s science fiction in the same way Contact (by Carl Sagan) is science fiction. Yes, there is travel through space, and yes, there is an alien race, but that’s really not what the book is about. I really liked it. I want to re-read The Time Traveler’s Wife before the movie comes out, but I’ve still got lots of time so I’m putting it off. I’ve decided to read another Rosamunde Pilcher book, since the last one made me feel so good. I started The Shell Seekers this evening.
Today was like any other day this week. Busy, with an undercurrent of oh-my-god-what-happens-if-we-both-lose-our-jobs. I think that fear is rational, even if it is at least somewhat unlikely. It’s so hard to tell!
So I’m not going to talk about that anymore. I definitely feel better, calmer, having made the decision not to go to Kentucky in early August. I can concentrate all my worrying on job stuff. Which I’m not talking about!
Hm. Well, I might be babysitting Colin tomorrow so Christina and Will can see a movie. And on Sunday I’m seeing 42nd Street at WolfTrap with Amy. Oh, I should email her.
John and I might see a movie this weekend, too. Maybe have an actual date. I just want to do relaxing things this weekend. Nothing that requires effort. I’ll get new lenses for my glasses, but that doesn’t require any exertion on my part. I’ll just sit and read my book for an hour while that gets done. Poor me.
The first thing I’m going to do when I get home is walk the dogs. It’s not nearly as hot as it was last night. Then I need to stop myself from ordering pizza for dinner. It’s calling out to me. Maybe John won’t feel like pizza tonight. He’s not a pizza fiend, like I am, so I can probably rely on him.
Hey, we can leave now. Yay!
I ran this morning (hard – SO humid), walked the dogs for about 40-45 minutes this evening, and had a very healthy dinner (salmon, mushrooms, broccoli). I’m working on getting back to my healthy habits. Slowly. And all my snacks today were healthy. I had baby carrots and grapes for lunch with my turkey sandwich, some cereal for a mid-morning snack, and an apple just before heading home. Man, it sounds like all I did today was eat.
I’m so very glad tomorrow is Friday. And that’s all I have to say about that.
I was lazy today. John, too. Actually, he didn’t hear the alarm, so he wasn’t lazy on purpose. I couldn’t get my eyes to stay open. But I am NOT going to let that happen again tomorrow. I WILL run in the morning. And I WILL try to post sometime other than last thing before I go to bed. By that time of day, I don’t have anything left to say and all I want to do is sleep. This is better.
John dropped his wedding ring under the center console (by way of the emergency brake) in the car today on our way home, so when Will showed up (they’re practicing tonight), he found us with all the car doors open and our butts hanging out while we were heads and arms first under the console trying to figure out how to take it out. We were successful. John has his ring back.
So much for getting this done before it was the last thing at night. I was summoned to the basement to sit in with the guys. The dogs eventually found us, too, and they mostly hung out behind the set with me. Very companionable. And it was fun. I really do like to play with a band. I think the worst part about it will be carting a drumset from bar to bar, putting it together and taking it apart before and after every gig. I realize I’m jumping the gun a bit, but whatever. That’s what I dread.