Ten is just a crazy number. Sometimes it’s perfection. Ten fingers, ten toes, she’s a 10. It’s also the date that we leave for Mexico. It isn’t really ten days until the wedding though. Unless you count today also, then I guess it works.
I went and picked up my dress yesterday and I am happy with how it looks once it’s on. There might be one thing that I would’ve changed, but it’s so small that I’m probably the only one that would ever even notice it. Let it slide. Woosa.
Today, after purchasing a new keyboard…for my laptop…I await the arrival of the Sears delivery men. Since my efforts in fixing the dryer were thwarted by a basic lack of knowledge and the fear of electrocution, we broke down after about four days and ordered a new washer and dryer. One trip to the laundromat was really more than enough for me. It isn’t terrible. I can go and read, but it’s just kind of a pain. Lazy American!
Dear self: those favors really aren’t going to put themselves together so you might wanna get on that also.
I was asked very recently if I was excited for the wedding/Cancun/moving. Oddly enough, not yet. Somewhere along the line, I think I broke my excited bone (hahahaha, yeah, add your own joke here) and it never got repaired. Maybe it’s some sort of self-defense mechanism. If I’m not excited, I won’t be let down when I actually get to do things. Maybe I’m just a little bit nutty. Yeah, probably that. I think that the last time I was excited about an event was in January when we went to the Steelers game.
I’m considering heading over to Tumblr for my various rants. Apparently it’s easier to do music and photos there. But, seeing as I have a hard time just blogging daily, I don’t know. Although, it might be that much easier to do Tumblr. We’ll see.
Thanks for putting up with this ridiculous brain emptying as I work on actually preparing myself to write something meaningful. Hang in there! I’ll get interesting yet!
Oh yeah, that’s right. I said it. And it’s true. In a few short days, we’ll be halfway through the first month of the new year. I gave up on resolutions since I typically fail at those in an epic manner. Countdowns, however, I am fantastic at those. Basically because they take care of themselves. I’ve also got some plans for the next two months, but I’m trying not to go out any further than that for now, but of course some plans extend past that.
- 5 days until I get back into the Pole Fitness studio. I don’t know if I’ll do many actual pole classes, but the conditioning and stretching and the cabaret classes are SO. ON. I’m hoping the cabaret class takes care of my desire to relive my Club Med days of being on stage.
- 11 more days of doing Zumba every mornings preparation for going to get the certification. Now that’s more my speed. I need to be out and about with the people.
- OMG! OMG! OMG!!! There are only 26 days left until graduation!! It seems like we’ve been trying to get this degree forever but we finally have the end in our sights. See previous bullet and know that I probably will not use said degree.
- 27 days until I can focus on getting my group fitness certification. (See a trend here?) Yeah, I already have my business card pictured in my head. I know I can do this and I’ll be great at it. For Pete’s sake, if I can teach people to do the flying trapeze, I can teach them to exercise on the ground.
- 48 days until I can (hopefully!) liberate myself from these handcuffs, even though they pay the bills.
- 108 days is the target to actually have that certification. Sooner would be better, of course, but I gotta just make some goals here.
- 151 days until I’m officially off the market. (I mean, I’ve been off the market since 3/4 through 2005, but 151 days till it’s all legal and junk.)
- Somewhere around the 170 day mark, we should have everything together to get the hell out of dodge. By dodge I mean Miami. I don’t think that there are words to describe how much I’m looking forward to leaving the concrete jungle behind. Hello trees and grass and open spaces!
Wow. There’s a lot going on in my life. Funny that I don’t even realize that until I write it down.
Also in the plan is trying to finagle my way into a job that doesn’t currently exist but I’m trying to talk my future boss into it. Who can resist a well-written proposal?!?! I’m torn between wanting to do this (because it’s closer to home, less stress, so freeing) and not (feeling bad because future boss may be somewhat of a pushover, I’ve seen it, and even though I know this person needs my help, I just feel bad. I’m a weirdo.).
Random sidebar: Do you know this guy? Today’s his birthday. Look him up on Facebook and wish him a happy birthday. Tell him Sunshine sent you, lol.
Have you ever shopped for a wedding dress? It’s a pain in the ass. I finally picked it out though and now I just have to order it and hope against hope that it won’t need alterations. Not because of the cost, just the inconvenience. Golly, I’d have to get in the car and drive like 5 minutes to the store. Ugh! Yes, I’m lazy. I’m all about the party but not so much about the prep. Wait, but I already know what I’m gonna do with my hair. Ha!
Random sidebar #2: “My Maria” by Brooks and Dunn just came on my iPod. It really reminds me of some kickass times that our Don Pablo’s crew used to have. Annie, Carrie, Nestor, George, Chris, Lori, Gerth, Mel (!), and all the rest of the crew that followed me “home” all the time, I miss you guys!!
I am convinced that my life story would make either a great book or a great thesis for an up and coming psychiatrist. Maybe I should get to writing down some of my better adventures. You might not believe them even if I told you, lol. Perhaps in another post. Till then…
When I was growing up, decorating the tree was like a sacred ritual. Although we never had a set day to set up the tree, when it eventually showed up in the yard, we knew it was close to time. Real trees were the route we always took, on several occasions even going out to the tree farm to pick our own.
We did a little decorating outside the house but left the major light displays to the folks across the street. They were a great landmark when giving directions to our place. Inside, the windows that faced the front got some spray snow and the banisters got some garland, but the crown jewel was the tree. I watched in awe as my mom would transform a plain old tree into a piece of art.
There were two key components to the tree: bubble lights and the chirping bird. Bubble lights are straight 70s and they rock so hard it should be illegal. Can you imagine that bubbly goodness on your tree?!?!
I wish that I could upload sound so you could hear what the product description calls “the joyous sound of a bird chirping”. It’s not joyous really. It’s pretty annoying after a while but that never stopped us from hiding it in the center of the tree like it was a little bird’s nest. People were always amazed by it too. We all just found that to be hysterical.
My mom would decorate and I would hand her the ornaments and as I got older, I was allowed to place some ornaments or add the final touch of icicles. I believe that I was about 14 or 15 when the honor of fully decorating the tree was bestowed upon me. No pressure!! Welcome in OCD.
With this great task upon me, I was so careful to place each ornament just perfectly to try to live up to the standard of trees before mine. I’m proud to say that my trees were all beautiful. My tree OCD, however, never left.
Fast forward 20(!) years to current day Christmas where I’m solely in charge of the tree. For the last three years, we’ve been buying a fresh cut tree because I love the scent of pine when I walk in the front door. I’m not so sheltered, though, as not to realize the importance of our natural resources. This year we bought our first fake tree.
Obviously, I didn’t immediately fall in love with this idea nor the looks of the tree when Kiddo and I first started putting it up. It came pre-lit with various colored lights. They’re bright. Really bright. While the family photo albums have already been handed down, the Christmas decorations have not yet. My tree is without bubble lights and chirping birds. Sadness. It is full of pretty red and silver ornaments with some splashes of other color here and there.
What I’ve learned this year is that fake trees are heaven for those with tree OCD. It’s taken me three days now to finish decorating the tree. Partially because there’s just so much life to take care of outside of the tree, but mostly because of the OCD. Every ornament must be hanging down perfectly straight. Yes, I’m off my rocker. But the fake tree is AWESOME for this!! If an ornament isn’t hanging properly, I can bend its branch or the ones around it to make room! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Also, I need to have the amounts of red and silver be in just the right balance. Icicles can’t be clumpy and have to be just the right amount and spray snow can’t be overdone. I need help.
I am hoping that I will be able to finish the tree tonight and put away my tendencies for one more year. If I do, I’ll post a photo. I know that I’ll never be fully satisfied with the tree’s appearance, but that’ll do pig, that’ll do.
Well hello there! Haven’t seen you in a few days. How have you been? Good, bad, indifferent? I can only quote Mr. Tupac Shakur here and say “Keep ya’ head up.”
Me? I’ve been keeping fairly busy doing nothing. Not that I don’t have anything to do, but I seem to have misplaced all of my “hey I wanna get up and do stuff”. I kinda feel like Bitch Shyner (see Family Guy) and the normal me went on vacation or something. The only thing that stays on schedule right now is my thrice weekly run. There are, after all, less than ten days left until I push out this 5K then rush back home to go to bed.
I’ve been told that I try to do too much. This may be true. While I like to have a lot to do, I tend to try to take on too much and then get overwhelmed by it. Yeah, I’ll just keep doing it though.
I am not a bandwagon fan. I love my black and gold always, through good times and bad, and this past Sunday was definitely bad. This week, I’ll still be yelling at my TV, wishing the boys all the luck in the world and watching them take it to the Chiefs in their house.
The remainder of this post may jump around a lot, so if you’re not up for the Blair Witch of blogging, you might want to just quit reading here.
Begin brain dump…
I have four more practice runs before the race. As long as I don’t falter during the second mile and save a little oomph for the end, I should be able to break 27 minutes. Woo! I’m fast! Yes, I know, not so much.
Fairly certain that all clothing items that were needed for the upcoming snowboarding trip have been purchased. All that remain are lift tickets and lessons. Do you have any idea how wonderful Colorado is? Wonderful.
Only another class and 3/5 to get through until I’m done with this degree, thank you Jeebus. I will officially be one of the many to have gotten that paper. I’ll also likely be one of the many to not do much of anything with said piece of paper.
Certification information arrived so I need to make time to start reading it. 12 week program to ready myself for the test.
Deposit made. Dress selected. Save the dates ordered. Favors pretty much figured out. Am I done with the planning for this yet?
*Lyricist says: There’s some stuff you’re gonna see that’s gonna make it hard to smile in the future. But whatever you see, through all the rain and the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that. *
Other things still to do: paint pretty much the entire house, Saturday lawn, clean the corner shelf (OMG, you should see THAT mess), figure out what to do with this whole social networking concept that isn’t for me.
You do realize that I give you all of these things to think about so I can stop thinking about them and actually get some stuff done, right? I know, I’m terrible, but once again, I think Tupac said it best when he said “Only God can judge me. All you other motherfuckers get out my business.” No, not really. Well, not the second sentence at least. If I didn’t want you in my business, I wouldn’t tell it to you.
I wanted to give you a fun video here, but it doesn’t seem to be working. You might be able to see it over on my other home.
Well, it is official. Today I registered for my first 5K. So, on the morning of Thanksgiving, when most of you will either still be sleeping or beginning to slave over the day’s dinner, I will be out putting in 3.1 miles on the road. It’s funny, 3 miles doesn’t really seem like a lot, but for someone who, for her entire life, has thought of running as the worst possible form of torture, this is truly an accomplishment! I have a Nike Mini to prove it!
It’s hard to believe that 8 weeks ago, I probably wouldn’t have run to the bathroom and just this morning, I put in 3 miles. I’m also starting a glucosamine/chondroitin regimen since my knees have seen better days and my Q-angle is just plain huge! I have no doubt that the right knee will need scoped before I turn 40. I’m currently just hoping to get it strong enough to make it through a week of snowboarding over Christmas.
I had been “dieting” for a couple months and no matter what I did, it just didn’t matter. I looked the same. I weighed the same. I started to wonder why I was bothering. Granted, I know that I’m just a SOLID young lady. I stand just under 5’2″ and I stay around 130 pounds, but that also includes a good 3 pounds of dredlocks and 2-3 pounds of boobs.
Running (or at least the process of working my way up to running) has given me the figure I always wanted but could just never achieve. No more muffin top and no more looking like I just finished off the whole turkey when I just had a sandwich. Yes, I’m super vain like that, even realizing that I’m just cute (‘cept to Lovey of course), but it’s been a long time of growing out hair, going to the dermatologist, and one time under the knife to get to this point where I can be happy.
Back to the Thanksgiving speak, we have an office shindig every year. This is year four for me. The first two years I made Gram’s kick ass mac and cheese and they tore it up! Last year I deviated a bit and made a three bean and sausage casserole. For a bunch of hispanic people, they were awfully shy about having some beans. No matter though, I kept a pot at home for me and the rest went to a shelter for the needy. All good.
This year, I’m making a huge ass pot of greens. I don’t care if I have to wipe out 3 grocery stores to get it done. Do you have any idea how delicious greens are? If you don’t, man are you missing out. But, this is also coming from a person who’s been eating them for nearly 30 years.
So, in case you hadn’t noticed, my blogs tend to ramble on and jump a bit, but that’s how my mind works. Be happy. If it worked in straight lines, I would’ve taken over the world by now!