I am overwhelmed right now.
We're having like some mass exodus at work. It's only 2 people, but there are only 3 of us. I guess you know who's left....
We're going camping Friday and I have done nothing to get us ready. I have to shop and pack tomorrow afternoon/evening. Because I may have to go into work some on Friday despite the fact that I've had it scheduled off for months. I've been told to just not worry about it, but really... who else is going to?
My house is a wreck.
Being gone all weekend means no laundry gets done.
I won't get to go grocery shopping for the week.
How relaxing is camping going to be with all that waiting on me when we get home? How relaxing is camping anyway? Ugh.
When do I get to do my 11.5 mile walk?
When can I go buy new shoes so that my 11.5 mile walk doesn't leave me limping for days?
:::sigh:::
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Sunday Currently 9/15
I'm slacking on blogging again...
Currently reading: Lighten Up by Peter Walsh. Haven't been in much of a reading mood. I let my Odd Thomas ebook from the library expire before I finished it and I have a Neil Gaiman book half-read.
Current music: Hair bands. I'm in a total 80's/90's throwback mood. I listened to Skid Row the entire 3 hours I was walking today. Monster Ballads all week. Firehouse. I can't help it. Guys with long hair are just hot.
Current guilty pleasure: The TV. I've watched so much TV this week it's pathetic. BUT I make myself walk in place while I watch, so I don't feel too bad about skipping workouts for it.
Current drink: Usually water, but today I'm indulging in a Diet Dr. Pepper.
Current food: Chicken salad with craisins in it. Holy moly, why didn't I try this long ago?
Current favorite TV show: I was watching Orange is the New Black all week. Finished it and I'm off TV for a while, I hope.
Current wish list: A new employee at work. Our new girl quit this week. It's been hectic...
Current needs: New shoes
It appears that I have walked the soles off my shoes. These didn't even last 6 months, which is a total bummer since they cost me $120.
Current blessing: A gorgeous cool day. It was 56 when I got to the BDB this morning to do my long distance walk. I was chilly =)
Current outfit: Black workout pants, a "Yoga Girls are Twisted" tshirt, and yellow Color Run socks
Current excitement: Eye doctor appointment on Tuesday. I have hated my glasses since the day I got them two years ago and I am ready to ditch them. I'm even thinking about going the contact route. I haven't worn contacts in close to 10 years.... they dried my eyes out so much I couldn't stand it. Surely, in 10 years' time they've improved them.
Currently reading: Lighten Up by Peter Walsh. Haven't been in much of a reading mood. I let my Odd Thomas ebook from the library expire before I finished it and I have a Neil Gaiman book half-read.
Current music: Hair bands. I'm in a total 80's/90's throwback mood. I listened to Skid Row the entire 3 hours I was walking today. Monster Ballads all week. Firehouse. I can't help it. Guys with long hair are just hot.
Current guilty pleasure: The TV. I've watched so much TV this week it's pathetic. BUT I make myself walk in place while I watch, so I don't feel too bad about skipping workouts for it.
Current drink: Usually water, but today I'm indulging in a Diet Dr. Pepper.
Current food: Chicken salad with craisins in it. Holy moly, why didn't I try this long ago?
Current favorite TV show: I was watching Orange is the New Black all week. Finished it and I'm off TV for a while, I hope.
Current wish list: A new employee at work. Our new girl quit this week. It's been hectic...
Current needs: New shoes
It appears that I have walked the soles off my shoes. These didn't even last 6 months, which is a total bummer since they cost me $120.
Current blessing: A gorgeous cool day. It was 56 when I got to the BDB this morning to do my long distance walk. I was chilly =)
Current outfit: Black workout pants, a "Yoga Girls are Twisted" tshirt, and yellow Color Run socks
Current excitement: Eye doctor appointment on Tuesday. I have hated my glasses since the day I got them two years ago and I am ready to ditch them. I'm even thinking about going the contact route. I haven't worn contacts in close to 10 years.... they dried my eyes out so much I couldn't stand it. Surely, in 10 years' time they've improved them.
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Things are fine here.... just trying to keep my head on straight with the craziness at work and all that jazz. My long-distance walk was 11 miles today, so that means the half-marathon is creeping up! I only have three more super long walks before tapering for 2 weeks.
We're going camping next weekend, so if I don't find something interesting to say before then, I should have some pictures for you at least! Our 11 year anniversary is Saturday. =) And yes, to celebrate, we're renting an RV at a park and camping - with the kids. Romantic, no?
Linking up @ siddathornton
Friday, September 6, 2013
That darn cat!
I know I don't talk about her much, but we have a cat that was a stray and adopted us about 2 years ago. I'm not much of a pet person, let alone a cat person, but she stays outside most of the time, and we (barely) tolerate each other. She loves Bill the best. The girls generally are too loud for her and she spends most of the time they're home and awake outside. Her name is Serial Killer, Killer for short. She scared me half to death one night, making all sorts of noise in the carport. I thought someone had come to kill me. So I named her Killer, but usually she's just "the (expletive) cat."
This is the story of why she should love me best, though.
It started this afternoon. I heard some dogs fighting... our neighbors have somewhere around 8 or 9 dogs, no joke, so I assumed it was some of their mutts. But it was really loud, so loud that the girls were concerned. I opened the door to the carport and there were three large dogs barking and snarling and trying like crazy to get to something under the van.... Killer. I started yelling at them, then banging on the door, trying to figure out the best way to get the dogs away without getting mauled myself. I distracted the big black dog and Killer took that opportunity to jump out at it and dash off into the back yard. They chased her, I'm still yelling.... eventually the dogs took off down the road.
Worried that Killer had been hurt, I went looking for her. I couldn't find her anywhere in the back yard. I went back out a few minutes later, still couldn't find her. Until I looked up...
She looked OK, no visible blood or anything. I wondered if she could get down, but figured I would just leave her be for a while. We got ready to go out for a bit and I looked out there and didn't see her, so I figured she had climbed down.
When we got back home, I looked out the kitchen window, and.... Killer was still in the tree. And she looked visibly upset and was meowing her head off.
That is her tongue... she doesn't have a bloody nose...
Now, the lowest branch on the tree is abut 12 feet off of the ground. I grabbed a 2 step ladder (the only ladder we have) and even with that on the deck, I was too short to reach her. About that time, the girls came out and freaked out over the cat being in the tree. I texted Bill, who told me to call my brother-in-law. I texted my sister, but before she could get back with me, I had an idea.
I grabbed the long laundry basket and put an old pillow in it. Why the pillow? To make it a little more enticing? To make the basket more shallow? I don't know. I climbed up on the ladder and stretched out the basket as far as I could and it was right underneath Killer. Now, mind you, I'm terrified of heights. 2 steps or no, I was shaking and fairly certain that if I could coax the cat into the basket that I would topple one way or the other off of the ladder. Or drop the basket with the cat in it and probably injure her. She looked at me, looked in the basket, looked at me, moved around a bit on the branch, and then carefully stepped into the basket, which I managed to NOT drop as I managed to NOT fall over. I got her down and the poor thing was just shaking.
She's filthy from being under the van, but looks unharmed. She refuses to go outside, though. Which is about to be an issue because she needs to go outside before I go to bed. She wakes me up in the middle of the night to go out and that just ticks me off.
She looks so pitiful and comfy that I kind of feel bad about it.
In other news...
This is a picture that Bill sent me this morning. That's my short-legged Zoe. She got to wear jeans to school, and her jeans are way too long for her. Bill couldn't get them to roll up and stay, so this was his solution.
Duct tape.
Ha ha ha! Surely he wouldn't send his child to school with duct tape on her pants, right?
Wrong. He totally sent her to school like that.
And this is what she brought home....
She's "Character Kid" for next week. Very appropriate. To say she has "character" is an understatement. She wore duct tape to school, for Pete's sake!
She said no one said anything at all to her about her pants. Which I was relieved about. I mean, she's kinda got enough going on that kids would be prone to pick on her about... she's a little chubby, wears glasses... do we really need to stick duct tape to her pants? Next time he should just tape a "Kick Me" sign to her back. Poor baby.
This is the story of why she should love me best, though.
It started this afternoon. I heard some dogs fighting... our neighbors have somewhere around 8 or 9 dogs, no joke, so I assumed it was some of their mutts. But it was really loud, so loud that the girls were concerned. I opened the door to the carport and there were three large dogs barking and snarling and trying like crazy to get to something under the van.... Killer. I started yelling at them, then banging on the door, trying to figure out the best way to get the dogs away without getting mauled myself. I distracted the big black dog and Killer took that opportunity to jump out at it and dash off into the back yard. They chased her, I'm still yelling.... eventually the dogs took off down the road.
Worried that Killer had been hurt, I went looking for her. I couldn't find her anywhere in the back yard. I went back out a few minutes later, still couldn't find her. Until I looked up...
She looked OK, no visible blood or anything. I wondered if she could get down, but figured I would just leave her be for a while. We got ready to go out for a bit and I looked out there and didn't see her, so I figured she had climbed down.
When we got back home, I looked out the kitchen window, and.... Killer was still in the tree. And she looked visibly upset and was meowing her head off.
That is her tongue... she doesn't have a bloody nose...
Now, the lowest branch on the tree is abut 12 feet off of the ground. I grabbed a 2 step ladder (the only ladder we have) and even with that on the deck, I was too short to reach her. About that time, the girls came out and freaked out over the cat being in the tree. I texted Bill, who told me to call my brother-in-law. I texted my sister, but before she could get back with me, I had an idea.
I grabbed the long laundry basket and put an old pillow in it. Why the pillow? To make it a little more enticing? To make the basket more shallow? I don't know. I climbed up on the ladder and stretched out the basket as far as I could and it was right underneath Killer. Now, mind you, I'm terrified of heights. 2 steps or no, I was shaking and fairly certain that if I could coax the cat into the basket that I would topple one way or the other off of the ladder. Or drop the basket with the cat in it and probably injure her. She looked at me, looked in the basket, looked at me, moved around a bit on the branch, and then carefully stepped into the basket, which I managed to NOT drop as I managed to NOT fall over. I got her down and the poor thing was just shaking.
She's filthy from being under the van, but looks unharmed. She refuses to go outside, though. Which is about to be an issue because she needs to go outside before I go to bed. She wakes me up in the middle of the night to go out and that just ticks me off.
She looks so pitiful and comfy that I kind of feel bad about it.
In other news...
This is a picture that Bill sent me this morning. That's my short-legged Zoe. She got to wear jeans to school, and her jeans are way too long for her. Bill couldn't get them to roll up and stay, so this was his solution.
Duct tape.
Ha ha ha! Surely he wouldn't send his child to school with duct tape on her pants, right?
Wrong. He totally sent her to school like that.
And this is what she brought home....
She's "Character Kid" for next week. Very appropriate. To say she has "character" is an understatement. She wore duct tape to school, for Pete's sake!
She said no one said anything at all to her about her pants. Which I was relieved about. I mean, she's kinda got enough going on that kids would be prone to pick on her about... she's a little chubby, wears glasses... do we really need to stick duct tape to her pants? Next time he should just tape a "Kick Me" sign to her back. Poor baby.
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