Think happy thoughts

I said I was going to be positive about today, right?  Okay.

  1. Band rehearsal was scheduled to go until 10pm, but we finished at 9:45!
  2. My head doesn’t hurt as much as it usually does when I’ve been up for 17 hours.
  3. John didn’t wake me up when he came home tonight from class; I only beat him home by 5 minutes.

Hmm.  That last one leans a little negative.  Well, that’s the best I can do.  Ignore the faint whiff of sarcasm from #1.

I love used bookstores

There’s a used bookstore in Falls Church that John swore we had been to before, but I didn’t remember ever going.  We went yesterday afternoon.  It’s a good one.  For me, anyway.  They have a HUGE (for used bookstores, anyway) science fiction/fantasy section, and I remembered my list.  🙂  So I got a lot of books.  Then I walked around a corner into a little nook lined floor to ceiling with hardcover books (I think it may have originally been a closet – oh yeah, the store is a little one-story house) and suddenly remembered standing in that exact spot with John years ago.  So John was right.  I’ve been there before.

The rest of the day was lovely.  I don’t think we did anything we didn’t want to do.  Well, I went to the grocery store, but it was while John was working on his car.  And going to Bloom never takes long.

Roxy was good all weekend (no seizures – yay!), but I’m expecting some misbehavior from both dogs tonight.  It’s going to be a very long day, for all of us.  I’m at work early so I can leave early to get home and take care of the dogs.  I’ll be home maybe an hour (maybe a little more), but then I have to come back to the office because we have band rehearsal tonight.  John will be missing rehearsal because he has to go to class.  I won’t get home until 9:30 at the earliest, and he’ll be another hour after that.  Roxy and Riley tend to misbehave when we go back out.  Nothing major, usually.  They steal things off the countertops.  Bread, bags of coffee beans, plastic containers, whatever.  They don’t even eat them.  Just steal them.

Anyway, I’m trying to be positive about today.  It’s a little hard.

Derby Day!

I love Derby Day.  The day itself has not gone like I planned, but that’s okay.  I planned to run this morning, but it started to rain just as I went outside, so we decided to just go ahead and have breakfast.  Which is, of course, when the sun came back out.  Too late.

Today had lots of good things, though, and more to come, I’m sure.  John’s anniversary present to me this year was/is the dance lessons I’ve wanted us to take since before our wedding.  There’s an Arthur Murray studio in Ashburn, so he scheduled our free lesson for today at 12:30.  It was fun!  I like dancing, and I think I’ll really like knowing, you know, how.  John is not as comfortable, but that’s the point of lessons.  He’s doing this for me, and I love him for it.  So we signed up for one of the plans, and we’ll learn everything we can.

After that, John went to the music store with Will (John needed mandolin strings (he snapped one yesterday), and Will was looking for a bass), and since I missed my morning run, I strong-armed Christina into walking with me (and Colin in the stroller, of course) so I could do a long, slow jog.  I like exercising with a buddy.  If Christina is interested, maybe we can meet up regularly.

Oh, Roxy news.  The results of the bloodwork show that her dosage does not need to be changed, and the condition of her liver has actually improved since last year.  (The medicine that does the best job of controlling her seizures also causes long-term liver damage.  She started taking a supplement a year ago to combat that, and it appears to be working.)  Unless she really starts having seizures more often or that are more violent, we’re treating Thursday’s cluster seizures as an isolated event.  Assuming she doesn’t have any more in the next few days, she’ll have her fractured tooth removed this Wednesday.  In the meantime, she’s getting treated to delicious wet food twice a day and begging for more.

The Derby was all good news this year, no tragedies, and a great race.  Very fun to watch.  Tonight is for staying in and relaxing.  Tomorrow, we might do some of the things we originally scheduled for today (like weeding my flower bed and buying the plants that will go in it, studying for John’s AI final, and checking out a used bookstore in Falls Church).  Maybe.

The Friday Night Roxy Update

Roxy’s doing fine.  She didn’t have any seizures at the vet today, and she seems fine now that she’s home.  We’ll get results from the blood tests tomorrow (hopefully), so we’ll see what we need to do about her medication.   She’ll be going back to the vet soon, though, because she managed to crack one of her molars during all those convulsions yesterday.  The vet found it during the exam today.  There’s apparently a whole chunk missing, but I haven’t looked yet ’cause I’m afraid I’ll hurt her.  John and I tried, kind of.  He held her and I grabbed her head and started to lift her lip, but she hates being confined like that and she was wriggling too much.  I don’t want to inadvertently hit her where she’s sensitive, so I’m just not going to look.  John bought a bunch of wet, canned dog food.  Dry food would not be a good idea.  She inhaled it.  Riley did, too.  (We added some to his food.  We don’t like to leave him out.)  Of course, she was probably starving; she hadn’t eaten since last night.  She had to fast for the bloodwork.  And here’s a recent picture of her (taken the day we got back from Jess’s wedding).

Roxy, age 6 (almost), 4/5/09

Roxy, age 6 (almost), 4/5/09

Tonight is for relaxing.  We’ll baby Roxy a bit, order a pizza, and watch TV or movies.  Tomorrow is Derby Day, and oh!  Well, if you even noticed it was coming, you probably noticed we’re not having a Derby party this year.  I didn’t even think of it until midweek, so we decided not to this year.  I’m a little bummed that I didn’t plan ahead for this, but we’ll just have to make it up later.  I’m certainly still planning on watching the Derby, and I hope you all are, too.  🙂

Great news!

One of my favorite people just got a promotion!  Our good buddy Chuck (Jess’s wonderful husband Chuck) is now Master Chief Clark!  Way to go, Chuck!

What can I get away with now that I know a Master Chief?  Nothing, you say?  Oh.  🙂

Congratulations, Chuck!

Everybody hurts

I hurt. I’m being punished for adding squats and lunges to my routine yesterday.  I could feel it when I ran this morning, but it wasn’t until I got back and squatted down to feed the dogs that my legs really started to ache.  It’s a good ache, but it’s going to be very hard to repeat those exercises tomorrow morning.  At least I seem to have solved my shoe problem.  I loosened the laces a ton this morning, leaving just enough to tie a tiny bow, and my feet didn’t hurt.   Yay!

I finally watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog the other day.  Love it!  And I want more.  Neil Patrick Harris is just too cool.  I watched Enchanted yesterday, too.  It was surprisingly good.  Not great, but there are parts of it I want to see again.  Like the big musical number in Central Park.  And I think I really like Amy Adams.  Junebug and Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day are on my Netflix list.

Race results

My official race time was 30:51.  That’s not great.  I need to be much better about getting my ass out of bed in the morning to run.

Anyway, Sunday morning.  We made it to Alexandria and parked in Old Town with plenty of time to spare.  Caught the shuttle bus to the starting line on the GW Parkway, and as we walked towards the tent to pick up our race packets, someone shouted my name.  Preethy was there!  This was her first race (and she beat me by almost 2 minutes).  So that was really cool.  We had over an hour to wait before the race started, so we hung out with Preethy and her friend.  I hadn’t seen Preethy since her wedding last August.  (And her new husband, Bob, was nowhere to be found.  He apparently decided to sleep in rather than cheer her on.  I’m sure you can guess my opinion on that.)

Anyway, it was hot and humid.  Upper 70s by the time the race started.  TOO hot.  There were over 1000 people running in just the 5K, so you can imagine how long it took for the crush of people to thin out after the start.  The last stretch was just under a mile, all straight, and at some point we could see the finish line, but it was MUCH farther away than it looked.  Or at least it felt that way.  I thought I was never gonna get there.  Erik came out to watch (yay Erik!) and I heard him shout my name as I went by (I smiled and waved for his camera, but I think it came out blurry or something) and then I heard John shout for me from the other side, but by then I couldn’t even look.  It was all I could to just cross the finish line, and then it took everything I had left to keep from throwing up.  But I recovered pretty fast.  John did very well (under 25 minutes and 81st out of over a thousand).  So we (Erik found me pretty quickly) found John and then headed over to pick up our t-shirts and a bagel.  We didn’t stick around for the post-race party, though.  We walked back to our car to pick up clean (dry) shirts and looked for a place to have breakfast.  We stopped at the first place we saw (the Royal Restaurant I mentioned last night).  It really wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t good.  We probably would have been happier at IHOP or something.  But it was good enough.  My calves were starting to tighten up, so we walked around for a bit and then took Erik home.  It was only 10:30 when we headed for home, which seems crazy to me.  How could we be leaving DC at 10:30 in the morning?  Right – we got there before 6:30.  Right.  Crazier.  We stopped on the way home to get a haircut for John (he wasn’t really sweaty anymore and he was wearing a clean shirt.  That’s not gross, right?  I didn’t think so), and then got sweatier and grosser by mowing the lawn.  On a side note, I don’t like dandelions.  I pulled a ton of them Saturday afternoon, and by noon on Sunday there were more!  I couldn’t have missed that many on Saturday.  Anyway, my point is that after the lawn and the grocery store, we didn’t have any other chores to do that day.  It was great.  And, like I said yesterday, we were exhausted, so it’s good we didn’t plan anything big.

John and I watched Be Kind Rewind last night.  It was cute.  Better than I expected, but also a little weirder.  And I just watched another episode of Dollhouse.  It’s not great TV, but I really like it, and I’m hoping they bring it back next year.

Prelude to the GW Parkway Classic

My day was over by about 4pm today.  I’m still awake, yes, so technically my day is still going on, but since I’m essentially sleepwalking, this doesn’t count.  I am SO tired.  We didn’t get to bed early last night like we planned (the last time I remember looking at the clock it was around eleven), and we got up at five this morning.  John thinks we should take credit for 4:30, since that’s about when I got anxious and started bouncing around, according to him.  Anyway, we were out the door by 5:40 to make sure we got to Alexandria in time to park the car and catch the shuttle bus to the starting line of the 25th Annual George Washington Parkway Classic.  (The 5K starting line.  There was a 10-miler, too.)

I’m practically asleep at the keyboard.  I think the details of the race will have to wait until tomorrow.  I just talked to Mom and Dad, who are trying to decide whether or not buy this house in Shelbyville that sounds really nice.

Tonight is definitely going to be an early night.  Oh, breakfast at the Royal Restaurant in Alexandria?  Not good.  I do not recommend it.  Not terrible or anything, but we (me, John, Erik) got the buffet and no one went back for more.

Okay, my eyes are going to kill me if I don’t take out my contacts, and once my contacts are out, I’m pretty much unconscious.  See ya.

And their wheels are bare…

Another very nice day.  I like when they occur one right after the other.  I was planning on doing some planting this weekend, but I think it’s going to be too hot.  Besides, I have a little more research to do for my flower bed.  We will make some tree decisions, though.  Then, because homeowners’ associations SUCK, we have to submit an architectural change application, with landscaping diagram, just to plant three trees!  We need to replace the poor dying one in the front yard, and we’d like to plant a couple near the deck for eventual shade.  I have no idea how long it will take to get this change approved.

But that sounds negative, and I don’t feel negative today.  John is about to head to Leesburg to get some help from a guy at work with something car-related.  I will take the dogs for a walk, and when he gets back, we’ll eat dinner.  It’s a beautiful warm evening, and I think our walk will be very pleasant.  Is it weird for me to say “our walk” instead of “my walk” when that “our” consists of me and two dogs?  It doesn’t feel like just MY walk.  They’ll enjoy it too, I’m sure.

Hooray for Friday nights!

Call it now

I’m calling today a wonderful day now.  I know it’s early, but it’s been really good so far.  My run this morning was very nice (very encouraging, considering how not fun they’ve been the last few days), it’s beautiful outside, and I spent the first hour I was at work rearranging my office.  I have stuff to do today, but one of our deadlines was yesterday, so all the pressure and craziness associated with that is over.  I just feel really good.

Not gonna force it today

I have a headache, and I’ve been trying to finish my book all day long.  I can solve both of these problems by going to bed now, I think.  John and I just watched another episode of Kings, and I’m that much closer to giving up on that show.  I just don’t care about the plot, and most of the characters annoy me.  There’s one little mystery I kinda want to see solved, but only if that happens in the next week or two.  If it doesn’t, I think I’m done with Kings.

Two rainbows!

A small thunderstorm came up out of nowhere this afternoon.  (I’m sure someone knew it was coming, but I didn’t.)  I drove through it on my way home.  When I got home it was already moving away to the east, and as I looked down our hill, I saw TWO rainbows!  One right on top of the other!  Maybe you think I’m a little too excited about this, but I don’t care.  It looked cool.  See?

Also,

Mondays just keep getting longer

It almost doesn’t matter what happens on any given Monday.  It could be a good day, a bad day, a normal day…it still takes forever.  Today wasn’t any particular kind of day.  Work was busy, but in a good way.  The company band had its first meeting of the year tonight, and that was both fun and frustrating.  I didn’t get home until about 8 o’clock, which kinda sucks, but the dogs were fine and I didn’t have anything to do anyway.  I watched some TV (last week’s episode of Fringe may have been the grossest yet), and I think I’m going to crawl into bed and read.  This is the one night a week the dogs get to come upstairs with me, at least until John gets home.  They keep me company when I’m alone in the house.  Oops.  It’s later than I thought and Roxy needs her medicine.

Lemon out.

Always with the errands

I think it’s easier to have wonderful weekends as the weather gets nicer.  Saturday we got up, I ran (badly – I think 60 degrees is when it gets officially too hot for Roxy), we had breakfast, and then John worked on his car and I ran errands.  I went to a nearby nursery and talked to a guy about trees and what I should plant in my flower bed so I can do the least amount of upkeep.  And I showed him a picture of the poor stunted tree in our front yard.  He said it has been infested with wood-boring insects and is slowly dying, so we should just take it out and put something else in.  John and I kind of thought we might have to do that, so then I talked to the guy about what kind of tree we should put in, and what kinds of trees we should plant near the deck for shade (someday).  Very nice guy.

We had a very nice time with Christina and Will that night (dinner, Wii, alcohol – perfect combination!), and then didn’t get enough sleep before we had to get up this morning so we could run before heading to Ballston to have brunch with Erik (always fun).  So we’re caught up with all his news, we ate entirely too much brunch (that’s what we get for going to the Cheesecake Factory), and then we ran more errands on the way home.

Our weekends are always full of errands.

In other news, John and I are running in the George Washington Parkway Classic (the 5K, not the 10-miler) next Sunday morning in Alexandria (Old Town).  The race starts at 8am, and for us, it ends around 8:30.  Erik has promised to come out and cheer for us (and join us for breakfast afterward), and it would be really cool if anyone else local wants to come out, too.  Check out the website and the race map and let us know!

Hooray for books!

My books came early!  I love Amazon.  I ordered 10 books the other day.  They were scheduled to arrive this coming Monday, but they were on the porch when I got home.  Yay!  Of course, I’m still finishing the Otherland series, and I have another book to read for the book club before the first Tuesday in May, but who cares?  I have new books!

I just sneezed, and Riley came over to check on me.  Or to steal my attention away from the computer.  Maybe both.  He hates being ignored.  Silly dog, with his big brown eyes and very wet nose.

I thought of a bunch of songs I want to put on my running playlist, so…I’m off to do that.

But I’m not a control freak…

I know this isn’t really a word I use, but go with me here.  I don’t feel centered.  I feel like I’m lurching from thing to thing, reacting to everything but not really choosing what happens next.  I’m not really worried about anything (I’m always worried about something, but those things are on the back burner for now), but I don’t feel like I’m in control.  Some of it is work; I don’t really know what my priorities are supposed to be.  I feel like I’ve let some things slide, but I can’t really pinpoint what.  And at home…I always have this list of things to do to balance against what I want to do.  And what I want to do wins out probably more than it should, so I feel guilty about shirking responsibilities and I can’t enjoy the things I want to do.  Perhaps I need more lists.  I have lists of things that need to get done and things I want to do.  Maybe I need an actual daily list of Things I Am Going To Do.

Tomorrow:

  • Run three miles before breakfast
  • Eat right (no pigging out!)
  • Clean the kitchen and family room
  • Set aside 30 minutes (at least) to read (uninterrupted)

I can do that.  The weekend will include more cleaning and some yard stuff.  John has homework and a quiz, so we’ll probably have some quality alone time.

An evening with no distractions

Well, almost no distractions.  There’s the internet, but I can mostly ignore that.  I’m volunteering again, but since the staff members are out of town, we (the volunteers) just signed up to watch the office in 2-hour shifts.  I’ve got less than an hour left now, but since there’s nothing to do (no calls to make, no data to enter), I’ve been reading.  I’m not in the most comfortable chair, though, and my butt is slowly going numb.

I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights, and I think it’s because of my book.  One of the characters is a really creepy psychopath, and he’s kind of freaking me out.  I’m not going to stop reading it (it’s the last book in the series and I want to know how it ends), but it makes me nervous.  I need to find something calming to read/watch/do (meditate?) before I go to sleep.

Half hour to go here, and I’m going back to my book.  Whatever calming mechanism I decide on will have to wait until I get home.

No more school today

I feel like I’m waiting for summer vacation to get here so I can relax, but I don’t get summer vacation anymore.  Does that mean I’ll never get to relax?  That’s a depressing thought.  And I don’t mean that I’m particularly tense right now, anyway.  I just feel like there’s always so much to do and to worry about.  I want a break.  A LONG one.  No responsibility.  And lots of sleep.  Where can I get that?  Besides jail.