Things I’m loving this week
Organizing at 5 a.m. I haven’t been able to run and/or workout since Nov. 11….not that I’m counting days or anything….so I’ve been getting up at 4:50 a.m. anyway (not going to get lazy and start “sleeping in”, for God’s sake…I will run again, you know) and doing organizing jobs around my house: little jobs (or parts of big jobs) that I can complete in an hour. So far, I’ve tackled my bedside table, two messy bathroom drawers, under the bed, the husband’s dresser, my entire cedar chest, and half of my closet. I realize this may sound psychotic, but I’m excited about getting up at 4:50 a.m. and doing more organizing. I get some sort of sick pleasure from clearing clutter and simplifying my life. (Did I mention I did Kelly’s closet, too?)
Asking…and receiving. I am a typical woman in that I often don’t want to “bother” people and will accept a lot of stuff just because I don’t want to make someone else’s life more difficult, but this week I am happy that I sucked it up and asked someone for help. I had paid $55 a piece for Kelly and I to do the A Christmas Story 10K on Saturday in Cleveland, but….thanks to the herniated disk, there will be no running a 6.21 mile race for me. That’s fine. But, I didn’t want Kelly to miss out. But, it’s hunting season, you know, so Dan wasn’t going. Plan B was to switch us to the “virtual race” where they send you the shirt, bib & medal and you run your own race, but it was closed. I emailed the R.D. to see if he might send us the shirt/medal after the race and he opened the virtual option back up for us. Now…it cost me another $15 each to switch but….whatever, right?
The Washington Post. Moral of this story: Do not f%^$ with the Post or any legit print newspaper journalist. This is REAL journalism. They investigate everything….they smell rats…they report objectively…they accept nothing as gospel. #nottheenemy. I’m truly enjoying watching the WaPo play with this dead mouse.
Things I’m not loving this week
Christmas spending. I don’t even want to look at my Visa bill. I feel held hostage by the holidays each year….and I don’t even spend that much or buy for that many, but this holiday is still going to end up costing me nearly $1,000, which I’m sure is a downright pittance compared to what some people spend. I will say we’re making a lot of gifts this year, but even that costs both time and money.
Back pain. If there is a Hell, no doubt all of its residents have bulging disks in their spine. Natural childbirth is less painful (and faster).
My mood. No booze. No running. No workouts with friends. Trying to avoid sugar. You might want to stay away from me altogether. #dontpokethebear