I've agreed to cover Saturday morning legislation review meetings for the Daily Herald. It's a great opportunity, and I couldn't ask for a better way to build my journalism resume. The meetings, however,are at 7:30. In the a.m. And so I"ve had to ask myself, which I value more: my future or my sleep. It was not an easy call to make. But Saturday morning I will be at that meeting hours before my normal weekend waking time. We'll see how it goes.
We bought our new puppy this jacket, because we're those kind of people now.
I love finding out who is watching the Bachelor. I went public and admitted my viewing last year. Since then, I've found that almost everyone I know is a fellow watcher. Maybe they're ashamed, maybe they won't talk about it openly at first, but eventually they all come around. Support group? Anyone?
This morning I saw a man using a metal detector on his front lawn. My first reaction, of course, was to mock him. Only inside my own head. But then I realized maybe he lost something. Which reminded me of the time in fourth grade when I lost my CTR ring and I checked nearly every blade of grass outside only to find the ring in a Triscuits box later, and how nice and time-saving it would have been to use a metal-detector. And then I wondered if my CTR ring, once found again, actually helped me Choose The Right, and then decided that at least it helped others choose the right for me which would expalin why I was never once, in my whole public school career offered drugs. Or that could be because I've always looked twelve and I'm sure pushers know that it's a much harsher penalty when they sell to tweens. And how now I wear a wedding ring and maybe it serves the same purpose as my Distribution Center tin, resizable CTR ring, while being a bit prettier.
Am I insensetive, or is it weird when new mothers post very motherly, very graphic details about themselves on facebook?
For the past nine months, five days a week, I've driven to the same office building. I get on the freeway at the same place, and exit at the same place. I could make the drive in my sleep (if there were bowling-esque bumpers on the freeway). But today, I missed my exit. Drove right past it. Happy Friday. And for that matter, Happy January. Wait, not. I hate January. So far it's been the longest month ever, and it's only the 14th. Each day feels like two. Each week feels like three. Maybe it's because February holds so many promises. New puppy, Hawaiian vacation, turning 25 (a respectable age), the end of January. Maybe it will even be warmer than 30 degrees (Pray hard.)
I feel like I aged 40 years in 2010. Maybe it's marriage. Maybe it's working full time. Maybe it's a scientific phenomenon. Whatever the case, it's worrisome. I have the following proof of my condition.
-I used to look outside, see snow, and think "Wow. That's magical." Now I think "Dagnabbit."
-I've grumbled "Damn cats" at least once a week for the past 40 weeks.
-I fell asleep at 10:30 on New Years Eve.
-I actually said "Just wait til you work in the real world" to someone.
-I eat a lot of soup.
-I've started buying tums.
-I love petsmart.com. I know that's not an old person thing, but it's still weird.
The other night Stephen and I went out to eat. I haven't cooked in over two months, so eating out isn't too uncommon. But what was uncommon was our waiter. He stood on the opposite side of the room and watched us. He watched our faces until we looked ready to order, and then he approached us. After placing our order, he rsumed his lookout point and watched until our water glasses were empty. He then filled them. He watched us talk. He watched us eat. He watched us look full and then handed us the check. He watched us walk out the door. Stephen thought it was great service. I thought it was creepy. Really creepy.
Two different pet hospitals have sent us condolance cards. Of course I cry when I read them. But it's very sweet. Do people hospitals send cards when loved ones die?
Hey guys. Thanks for your sympathies. I cried over every comment. Not that your comments made it worse, but instead your concern is touching and that makes me cry.
We're ok. We miss Max. But we're ok.
We learned to curl. As in, the sport on ice. And we learned that it's like bowling, in that anyone can do it but few people are actually good at it.
I was actually relieved to return to work today. In the past week I watched the entire first season of Community, completed a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle, and that's about it. I would make a horrible unemployed person. I think I called Stephen four times a day. I never made the bed. I repeatedly ate chocolate for breakfast. Structure is good for me.