Didn't make it to the gym...

Oops. But I did make it to Stop and Shop to load up on groceries, even used a coupon (I feel so grown up when I do), made it to Kristine and John's ridonkulous* mansion of a home to celebrate their birthdays, and I finally I made it back home to play around on the computer, do a lil laundry and relax. Sounds like a fabulous Sunday to me. Now I am at work, putting off the inevitable...end of the year bull crap which includes making sure all my vendor invoices are in, accounted for in my budgets, setting up/finalizing or tweaking my 2008 budgets, and overall just getting organized. FUN. I'm not going to complain because I do love my job...but it really is a pain in the ass, regardless of how much I heart work.

Tonight I plan on going to the gym and strength training...my little way of saying "sorry, I stood you up yesterday". Whatever, it was yoga anyway, which I don't like, not to mention, the whole hair thing...

Off to play around with Excel spreadsheets.

*nope, not a real word but one of the 'made up' category. a Mecca-ism. can also be substituted with "ricockulous" compliments of Casey Moffett (yes Casey, I will always be your Jersey "dangerbaby").

Gym? Hair? Ugh.

Ok, as vain as it may be, my hair, one of my obsessions as you may get from earlier posts is one, ok, let's keep it real, is probably the soul deciding factor of what activity I will do at the gym on any given day. Normally, I like to run because it's "my time" and nobody can take "my time" away from me, however, being that I just got my hair done at the salon yesterday (Saturdays are typically my day) and I don't want my hair "sweated-out", I probably will not run. (No, I don't wash my hair everyday; it's probably a culture). Call it what you want people...but personally, my hair trumps that powerful workout I desire; at least until I've been able to get my money's worth of nice, free-flowing hair. Said example of the "nice, free-flowing" stuff I spend so much time worrying about to the right (pic of Kris and I at pre-Turkey Day festivities). With that said, I probably will just ride the stationary bike or lift and leave the cardio behind today. I feel a little guilty, but my rationale is something is better than nothing? Right? After that I'll do my typical Dunkin Donuts run and get started with my day. Like I said, something is better than nothing...

The only thing...

...I hate just as much as Florida State is Florida.

Tim Tebow, Heisman Trophy winner? WTF?

turkeys, bites and whatnots...

So Thanksgiving started out OK. Despite being a little under the weather, Wednesday was actually a pretty decent Thanksgiving Eve. A peaceful, drama-free night in Morristown, and I was perfectly fine with that. Turkey Day went off without a hitch. Dad scooped me and took me to Uncle John's house and it was nice to see the family. Afterwards, I went to Kristin and Jimmy's new spot and enjoyed some dessert and good conversation. Friday, I played Wii, which was a blast. I got a little irritated on Friday evening after the basketball game (it's not even an issue) and I'm still a little under the weather. Saturday morning, I woke up and to a very disturbing voicemail. My best friend, Anna, was in a terrible car wreck. She is a live and well -- thank goodness. I'm so grateful for that...truly. After lounging pretty much all day, I decided to g to Cookie's for a potluck dinner of T-day leftovers. I walked down the stairs and BAM -- I was "greeted" by my neighbor's small (but vicious and malicious) dog who decided to have his own dinner out of my right leg! I'm so upset because 1) I hate the fact that it even happened, 2) the dog was NOT leashed (how is that acceptable or responsible of a pet owner?), 3) the pet's actual owner, who wasn't walking the unleashed dog (that was her sister), didn't even apologize. She just made mention that if I wanted to go to the doctor, to let her know. Does that mean she is going to pay for my doctor's bill? This means that I have to have the very uncomfortable conversation tomorrow and walk to the door of the intimidating dog and it's just nerve-racking. I'm not trying to make waves or make things uncomfortable for any people around here because I have to live here - ya know? I'm exhausted...my leg is killing me and I'm gonna stop writing and actually get some sleep.

Oh did I go to "the doctor"? Well, being that it's a Saturday (well now Sunday), I went to the ER (which is thankfully, conveniently right across the street), go a tetanus shot and they gave me a script for Augmentin; the big horse pill antibiotic. GREAT!

I just hope this whole situation is amicable. I don't want anything but to get my medical bill and prescription bill paid.

Anyway, off to bed.

Neglect!

I'm a terrible parent. I'm so sorry I've neglected you my little baby blog...I guess after the hetox I was drained beyond oblivion and couldn't bare to write anymore. About the loss of my relationship, about my life in general; good or bad. I was simply exhausted. Now, I'm feeling up to writing again, which makes me very happy. Since I last spoke, nothing has really changed. I'm still working my hiney off at work and trying to make it to the next level. I've told myself I will commit to getting back in school (for the millionth time) and I will try my damndest to start saving and finally get out of debt and get my own place -- eventually. I also am gonna do my best to blog weekly at least, if not more.

Anyway, The Hills just came on ... gotta run!

94+11

Alright people, it's bad enough that it's like 105 degrees outside (94 actual + 11 for humidity) and that my freshly done hair is now a frizz ball...but what's even worse is that my (dear) roommate leaves the air conditioning to set at 82 degrees during the day, so I walk into a very stale, humid air inside as well. Can a girl get some cool air? I mean, I'm always cold and phening for heat, probably one of the best things about attending good ole U of M, so when I'm complaining about the heat, you know it's bad. Don't get me wrong, I love heat, however, sweating profusely is not attractive, nor desired.

I know the point is to conserve energy and all, and I totally agree that the air does not need to run during the day, but can we settle for like 76? Especially on days when the state is being issued to have a heat wave. Especially with my crazy past of passing out randomly...I mean, can you imagine, me, innocent old me, walking in after a long, hard day's work and just collapsing to the floor? Not being able to breathe because it's so STIFLING hot? Not a pretty sight. At all.

This one is for all my frizzy-haired people, just trying to get by and make it through this extremely dreaded heat. And the heat wave is just going to continue...

A lazy Monday...

Random thoughts on a Monday:
I don't know why but every time Monday rolls around, I just wish it were any day but. I should be thankful to get up and go to work, but I'd rather stay at home sleeping. The fact that I feel like every Monday has been either ridiculously humid, or ridiculously dreary/rainy or anything else negative you can think of.

Today Jeanne got engaged and I am thrilled for her. Carlos seems to be the man of her dreams...and seeing stuff like that gives me hope that one day it will be me. I remember during my last break up, she wrote me one line: "He'll be sorry". I laughed through my tears and I'll never forget that. I hope she's right...not only will he be sorry, but I will find the man of my dreams. Someday, when God feels like I'm ready for it.

In other news, people at work were getting on my damn nerves. Once again, legal, the coupon folks, one of the women in sales, the list could go on and on. But I guess I should be thankful to have a job and a I shouldn't complain about it.

I did not go to the gym today, instead I stuffed my face with a red velvet cupcake when I got home. And boy let me tell you...it was damn good. Tomorrow I will make it up, so I don't feel bad. It'll be ok.

Right now I'm gonna go an watch Fat March...drink my water, and soon go off to bed. I am exhausted...

Another lazy Monday....