Tuesday, May 13, 2008

New Digs

Croak.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

April Fool

I am turning thirty years old in 29 days.

Since I can't turn backwards, I suppose I need to have a positive outlook and set goals for myself for this decade. So I will start with things I want to accomplish this year:

1. Lose thirty pounds and start this portion of my life in the best shape I have ever been in.

2. Get into the nursing program (I will find out in June) and try my best to enjoy every minute of it.

3. Remember to thank God for the things I have and not spend so much time wanting the things I don't.

4. Take my vitamins daily and stay on BUDGET.

5. Limit fast food intake to twice a month.

I think this is enough to focus on this year, I mean, I haven't been able to stick to these guidelines EVER so if I can go a year, that will be a good pace to set for the next 9. I will re-evaluate at forty. Because, you know, if kids come into play, I'm going to have new goals. Like not posing them on the front porch with "For Sale - Best Offer" signs stuck to their foreheads with duct tape.

On the running/gym front...things have been slow. It's crunch time with school and from now until May 10th, you can find me with my face in the binding of my microbiology and anatomy books respectively. Or, sometimes, I can be found on the lattice outside the bedroom window contemplating the big jump, but don't be too frightened. It's not high enough to do any real damage....unless I landed on one of the skunks that live under the front porch. Hmmm...maybe I should re-think that.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

I'm It

We're playing Tag around here, and it's my turn to be it, so here I go. Booga tagged me to grab a book, flip to page 123, read the 5th sentence on the page, and write the next 5 sentences that I think should come next.

The book?
Page After Page by Heather Sellers

The sentence?
"You'll want to want that."

You'll want to want that. In 25 years, when you're 55 and your kids are grown and your husband's health is failing...you'll want to want that. That moment when you walk through the front door and his dirty dishes are in the sink and seemingly everything he owns is strewn like a trail of breadcrumbs throughout the house leading you to your role as wife/maid/slave, you're going to want to want that moment back. Because now? The reality that it's going to be just you soon sets in. And you are going to feel like washing his cereal bowl for the last time is THE most important thing you've ever had to do. You never did like washing dishes, but you'll want to want that.

I don't know how many sentences that was, but it is what it is. And...I don't know who to tag...anyone who wants to do this, feel free. It's a fun writing exercise. I could have gone in a couple different directions with this...didn't need to be so somber. But...

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

A New Day

Well, I'm feeling better today...still overwhelmed, but I spent three hours studying Microbiology last night, and that was an accomplishment...I have about 12 more hours to go before the test, but let's not think about that right now.

I also have a take home test and a practical exam due Sat in Anatomy, and I have no choice but to start studying for that tomorrow. Today is still a micro day. I'm not sure where I will squeeze in the study time over the weekend (micro test is Monday), I will have to cut family time short on Sunday, I guess. My poor family, I think they think I'm dead. Maybe I am dead...I certainly FEEL LIKE IT!

I'm supposed to have my body fat assessed tomorrow with my personal trainer. I'm tempted to reschedule for next week to get more study time in, but I really want someone to tell me how fat I am! Oh, my priorities are askew...I'll probably reschedule. Maybe I'll be skinny next week.

I'm trying to maintain a positive outlook today. It's reeeaalllllyyy difficult, you know!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

I Did It!

Or I didn't do it...however you want to look at it. I did not step on the scale this morning. And I'm not going to step on it again until Sunday. Really. I am so frustrated I don't even care what the numbers read.

While I'm venting, I might as well tell you that I'm frustrated with so many things. And while I know and understand that I do the things that I do to benefit me down the proverbial road, I wish I could look at all the things I'm doing or not doing and say, "fuck you".

I want to get in my truck and drive until I nearly run out of gas, and then I want to fill up my tank again and keep driving. And then when I get to wherever it is that I am when I'm done driving, I want to sit and watch the sunset. And then I want to wonder about what it is I feel like doing next instead of dreading the things I am supposed to do. Because I haven't had the pleasure of wondering that in a very long time.

This is my Tuesday. I suppose I should get back to it.