Carnival time…again!

Okay, okay, I promised Miss Tara I’d write this Saturday afternoon.  Clearly, that didn’t happen.  So to make amends, Miss Tara is hereby awarded a million excuses to use in defense of the RP when told to get off the computer and do something constructive, like cleaning.  Or something.

Okay, so weekend/Carnival report.  Had planned to go to Carnival Thursday night and wander around gawking at carnies and eating insane amounts of food while traipsing around the merchants’ “tent” in eager anticipation of the fireworks to come.  Instead, stayed at home and watched t.v. while nursing a headache.  Friday we managed to get to the Brook with about ten minutes to spare before the start of the parade, most of which was spent impatiently walking across town behind a very slow family who couldn’t decide where they wanted to sit.  ‘Twas super hot and within minutes of leaving the delicious coolness of my car, my jeans began to feel like saran wrap.  Finally made it to the park and found some bleachers that were partly in the shade.  Sat down.  Texted Tara.  Stared at other parade-goers across the street in attempt to put names with faces.  Succeeded and immediately felt very stupid.  Checked watch obsessively to find out how much longer it would be before the parade started.

Finally heard sirens from police cars/fire trucks/ambulances from every town within 25 miles of the Brook.  Five minutes later, could actually see said emergency vehicles following slowly behind the American Legion Color Guard.  The stretch of fire trucks seemed endless, punctuated here and there with interesting old vehicles whose only current use is for parading through the streets of town during the wide variety of summer festivals in the area.  Okay, so there were only two interesting old vehicles.  The rest were much newer, much louder, and much more irritating.  Then, of course, you had Corn Carnival Vehicle No. 1, aka a four-wheeler driven by a couple of high schoolers, followed by the many floats and things.  My favorite was the guy who led a gaggle of geese down the street, all dressed up and carrying little drums.  Super cute!  Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me and I couldn’t get my phone out of my jeans pocket, since my jeans and my legs seemed to have bonded like fingers and superglue.  To be more accurate, I felt as though I’d been shrink-wrapped.

Anyway, after the marching geese, the parade was pretty typical, right down to its hour-and-a-half running time.  We wandered down the street a couple blocks and found Tom sitting with Grandma.  He had requested a special delivery of a couple of Star Wars toys, so we found him and handed them over.  He was excited to see us, which was nice, and insisted upon a big hug before he would let me leave to get something to eat.  *glows with pride*

As usual, the Tama County Pork Producers served up some excellent pork burgers, although I wish I had seen the bottle of barbecue sauce on the counter because they could have used some.  Ran into an old friend, her daughter, her step-kids, and a friend of hers with her son as we were eating.  She, too, lives in good ol’ R-town, yet this is the first time I’ve seen her since I moved back a year ago.  Hmm.  I ran into a few other people I knew from school that I hadn’t seen in eons (yes, Todd, I mean you), and then spent an inordinate amount of time talking to Mrs. Acton while visiting Matchstick Marvels so that Greg could finally see the awesome stuff.  He was really impressed with Minas Tirith, as was I because it’s just awesome.

After all the lovely Carnival festivities, we went home and watched Varsity Blues.  Awesome movie; I hadn’t seen it in years.  Saturday was none too eventful, but we did go out for supper and then we saw The Proposal.  Oh my God, that movie was so friggin’ funny!  See it!  See it now, I command you!  You will love it!  End silliness.

When we got back from the movies, we packed up a lovely big box with music and bug spray and a pillow and drinks and a blanket and headed off for Morrison to go stargazing.  We were going to go to Strohbehn Park, but it was closed.  I suppose we still could have gone, but if the cops had done a drive-through or something, we probably would have gotten a ticket or something.  At any rate, we had a good time, though it would have been a lot better without the hordes of mosquitoes.  Even with bug spray on, we still got bitten a lot.  If there had been no mosquitoes and if there had been fewer trees, it would have been perfect, but the trees impeded our view somewhat and it was kind of annoying.  It was kind of neat the way they framed the stars, but you couldn’t see all that many of them, so it also kinda sucked.

Clearly, I am too tired to be writing much today.  Sunday we spent recovering from Saturday night (and getting groceries).  Yesterday I was a little less tired than I thought I would be, but then my dad got taken to the hospital and I was there with him till 9:00 p.m.  By the time I got home and watched a little t.v. with Greg and got to bed, it was something like 11:30 p.m., so today I’ve been falling-asleep-standing-up tired.  And now I’m listening to Joshy Groban, which isn’t helping, but he’s oh-so-gorgeous, so it doesn’t matter.

Being a girl sucks.  It sucks big-time.

And now I suppose it’s time I get something done other than blogging and taking quizzes on Facebook, so I will write more later.  *yawn*  ¡Adios!

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Dear God…

…about the weather.  Could you perhaps make it a little more bearable?  I’m rather tired of tornadoes and thunderstorms that could easily be mistaken for Niagara Falls.  Also, the heat and humidity have got to go.  I’m not talking January-style temps, just a little respite from the nineties and hundreds we’ve had the last couple of days.  Please?  Thanks a million!

Kay

So I had several errands to run at work this afternoon.  First stop was the courthouse for my daily visit to the clerk’s office to find out just how empty our box there is.  The result:  I’m surprised it’s not covered in cobwebs.  I don’t remember the last time there was anything in it.  Then it was off to Hardin County Abstract to deliver an abstract and a title opinion.  Then it was off to the coffee shop for a little caffeine therapy.  It looked like rain when I left for the courthouse.  When I left Hardin County Abstract, it was really dark.  By the time I’d gotten to the end of the block, the wind had picked up phenomenal strength and the trees were really whipping about.  When I arrived at the coffee shop a couple minutes later, the temperature had dropped.  As I was waiting for my lovely frozen coffee drink, the rain began and the wind picked up more speed.  I hurried out to my car, drinks in hand, and was amazed that I didn’t get soaked to the bone.  Then I got up to the corner by Hardin County Savings Bank.  That’s when it all changed.  I made it back to the office okay but by the time I got back, it was pouring and blowing so hard that I didn’t want to get out of my car.  I sat for a couple minutes while I fiddled with things and then I made a break for it.  Unfortunately, I was running headlong into the wind while trying to dodge puddles and streams and stay even a little bit dry.  I failed miserably at the staying dry part.  It’s an hour and a half later and my clothes are still wet.  I still have water dripping from my ear, despite having dried off as best I could with paper towels.  At least the rain seems to have stopped for a little bit; hopefully I’ll be able to make it to my car without getting any wetter.

And my head still hurts.  I don’t suppose decapitation is a very good remedy for that, but I’ve tried everything I can think of!  And tonight I was supposed to address envelopes so we can get our wedding invitations out in the mail before the end of the week…

We sooooo did not get anything wedding-related accomplished last night.  I spent 45 minutes at the flower shop visiting with the owner about all the possibilities and the only thing I was able to decide on was the sort of look I want the bouquets to have.  That’s it.  No types of flowers, no anything else, really.  Just the colors, sort of a red-and-gold-and-orange autumny kind of color scheme.  There’s still music and readings to be picked out and all those darn envelopes and cakes…I think my head is going to explode.

On the bright side, there are only five more minutes left of work, so I think I’m going to skedaddle off and get my desk straightened up before I leave for the night.  Happy Tuesday!

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Peep!

So…We had another garage sale Saturday.  This one was in Ankeny.  I was glad when it was over.  This isn’t turning out exactly like I planned; let’s start over.  Okay, so Saturday we tried to sell everything we didn’t sell at our garage sale last month.  There was a block sale on the street Greg’s parents live on, so we hauled all our stuff down there and set it up.  There was a pretty steady stream of people, but a lot of them just looked and didn’t buy.  We sold quite a bit, though – we made almost $150.  It was still a lot of work, though, and I’m glad it’s finally done with.  We took everything we didn’t sell to Good Will, which is what I had wanted to do after last month’s garage sale.  Oh, well.

We took the money we made and bought a new lawn mower yesterday.  After all the rain we’ve had, our grass is growing like crazy, so it won’t be long before Greg gets to try out the new mower.

I have a headache today, so that must be why nothing seems to be coming to me right now.  I can’t wait to be done with work today; I get to pick Tom up from Aunt Melissa’s house and then I have an appointment at the flower shop in Reinbeck to try and figure out wedding flowers.  I’d like to have red flowers, but I don’t really want carnations and I had roses last time, so I’d like to stay away from those, too.  Aside from gerbera daisies, I really don’t know what else I could get for red flowers that will be in season at the end of September.  Flower shop peeps to the rescue!

We really need to get going on the music and cake and invitations, too.  Of course, to get the invitations out, I still need someone to give me his list of addresses…*sigh*  Oh, well.  We need to sit down and get our music hammered out, though.  The accompanist wanted it three weeks ago and we haven’t really decided what we’re going to have yet, so we should probably get that figured out.

Oh, it’s hot here!  Yesterday was the official first day of summer, complete with tornadoes and heat and humidity and lots of rain.  Today, the temperature is in the nineties, the heat index is in the hundreds, and it’s positively miserable outside.  (I say this having not been outside since I got to work, but I think it’s a pretty safe assumption.)  It’s summer, all right.  Nothing screams “Iowa summer” better than high temps and high humidity.  Oh, and festivals named for vegetables.  Corn Carnival starts Thursday; we may or may not go.  It would be fun to see the parade Friday night, but there’s no way we could get there in time to get a decent parking spot and find a place to sit.  Parking in Gladbrook is always a nightmare during Carnival.  But maybe we’ll go up Thursday night or something and just wander around.  Who knows?

Oy, my head is killing me!  I think it’s time to run to the courthouse and then find some more medicine at the drug store.  ¡Hasta luego, amigos!

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The many seasons of Iowa

Much has been made of Iowa’s seasons.  To begin with, there’s almost winter.  Almost winter is followed by winter, then still winter, and finally, road construction.  Many people think there are only these four seasons.  Those people are wrong.  They have forgotten about the most dreaded season of all: tornado season.  We have officially entered tornado season tonight as the sirens went off in town about 40 minutes ago.  There was a tornado on the ground near Owasa, about 40 miles west of Reinbeck.  They were expecting it to be near Morrison around 8:00 p.m., which is just four miles west of town.  We’ve been back upstairs now for a little less than half an hour, but there’s a tornado warning still in effect for a few more minutes and a watch that goes for another couple of hours.  The tornado by Owasa seems to have followed Highway 20 east to Dike, where it did some damage before dissipating a bit.  The power went out for a few minutes before coming back on, and I hope it stays that way.  At least this time, it’s not the middle of the night, I haven’t been painting all day, and I’m not half-asleep.

The warning for Grundy County has expired, but the watch goes till 10:00 p.m.  There are still warnings out for other counties and the forecast calls for isolated tornadoes, so I imagine the meteorologists will have a busy night tonight.  I hope the sirens don’t go off again tonight, but I’m ready if they do.  I put on socks.

I was going to post about the garage sale we had in Ankeny Saturday and about Father’s Day today, but then the weather went to hell in a handbasket and I lost my train of thought, so perhaps I’ll post about it tomorrow at some point.  It’s been an interesting weekend.  And with that, I think I’ll leave you with a snippet of conversation from earlier today:

Greg: What did you say?
Me:  Nothing.
Greg: For some reason, I could have sworn I heard you say “chicken.”
Me:  Nope.  I didn’t make a peep!

Have a safe night, everybody!

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Squishy

I think that’s a pretty adequate way to describe my Sunday.  I had a lot of fun over the weekend and I’ll explain the squishy thing in a minute, but first I’m going to bore you all with deets from Saturday.  Woo!

Actually, that sounds a lot more energetic than I feel today.  I’ve been dragging since I woke up this morning.  Saturday was a blast; I got to hang out with Tara and Johanna and the only thing that would have made it better is if I hadn’t had to leave so soon.  I had an awesome time and I hope we get to do it again soon.  Saturday night Greg and I drove down to Chariton and stayed the night with his aunt and uncle.  It was a loooooooong drive; what should have taken two hours took two and a half because of a detour on Hwy. 14 that took us east when we needed to go west.  Love detours.  We went east for a while and then continued south on some highway that runs through Kellogg to I-80 and then took that back over to 14.  Stupid road construction season, anyway.  We finally got there and we all had supper together and then we went 4-wheeling, which I’d never done before.  I might have been a little (okay, a lot) scared of it tipping over with me on it.  Somehow I managed to end up driving the darn thing, although at least then we got to go slow.

Yesterday we went fishing with Greg’s cousin Jason.  That was a lot of fun.  The first place we stopped, I caught three fish inside of ten minutes – that’s my kind of fishing!  They were all too small, though, so we had to throw them back and then we decided to try a different place.  It took a bit to get to and then we had to park off the side of the road and hike out to the pond, which would have been fine except that we ended up hiking through a virtual marsh (they’d had a lot of rain last week, apparently) and getting soaked from the feet up.  We were squishy the rest of the day.  On the other hand, once we finally got to the pond, we caught a whole mess of bluegills.  Yummy!  We ended the day with 51 keepers and sunburns all around.  I’m glad to have a little color, but I would prefer nicely bronzed to boiled-lobster red.

Of course, I wouldn’t mind if my sunburn would quit hurting, but I guess I’m SOL there.

We fished from mid-morning to mid-afternoon yesterday before going back to clean the fish and then after that, we decided to hit the road so we could get home at a reasonable hour.  I was so tired that I don’t know how I managed to stay awake as long as I did after we got home.  And today I would like nothing better than to crawl into bed and have a nice nap.  But alas, we have cards tonight.  I expect I won’t come anywhere close to winning because I’m sure I’ll be too tired to play well, but we haven’t gone in a few months, so it’ll be nice to get out again.  I do wish that we were playing at our church, though, instead of driving to Parkersburg, but oh, well, I guess.  *sigh*

*yawn*  Maybe I should see if I can’t find something to keep me busy enough that I’m not falling asleep…

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I’m feeling rather random…

It’s raining outside.  Rain always makes running errands more interesting.  Crap!  I just realized I forgot to take down the sign that says, “Running errands – back in twenty minutes.”  Whoops.

Come by me
Come talk to me, baby
Tell me how
We can combine
Will you be
My sunshine forever
Or will you be
Just a friend of mine
Try me out
And if you get excited
Take me home
I’d love to be invited
Once we’re there
I’m sure you’ll be delighted
We can rock all night
Wait and see
We might fit together
That would be
My lucky day
Come by me
Come love with me, baby
Maybe we
Could run away

Facebook is being slow today.  Apparently it’s too good to update pages…quickly?  At all?  Wtf, Facebook?  Wtf?

I guess my socks are having a fight with my ankles.  The socks appear to be winning.  I’ll have to teach them a thing or two.  Where’s a laundry monster when you need one to teach your clothes how to behave?

After a week of falling off the work-out wagon, I’m back on it again.  Worked out with the dumb bells this morning.  Was going to say something witty about dumb bells, but one of the effects of getting up at 5:00 a.m. to work out is that my brain shuts down somewhere around 6:30 a.m.  Maybe it shuts down sooner than that; I’m not really sure.  All I know is that I was semi-awake at 5:00 a.m. for the first time all week and by the time it was time for me to get ready for work, I was back to being a zombie.  Except for the whole craving for brains thing.  I don’t do brains for breakfast.  A nice piece of fruit, perhaps, or a bowl of cereal, maybe some bacon and eggs, but not brains.  No siree.  No brains for this girl.

If anyone else is thinking something along the lines of, “No brains in this girl, either,” well, just you wait till I get attacked by an actual zombie and I really do have a craving for brains.  Just you wait.  You’ll be the first one I come after.

That reminded me of our garage sale last month.  I was inside getting a quick drink and a bite to eat (ha, I said bite) when the high-as-a-kite neighbor lady came over and started digging through ye olde box o’ knives.  When I came back out, Teresa looked at me and said, “No offense, but if she goes nuts and starts attacking, you’re on your own.”  I laughed so hard – it made me think of zombies.

Perhaps I should read Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.  I hear it’s supposed to be a riot.

Hoo boy.  A whole nother hour to go till the weekend.  *sigh*  Am here all by my lonesome.  Need company.  Or something to do.  I mean, I have things to do, I just don’t feel terribly motivated to do them right now.  I felt terribly motivated to do things earlier, but then I sort of lost all ambition.  I seem to be stuck in the Bermuda Triangle of laziness or something.  Wherever it is that ambition goes to die, that’s where I’m at.  I think.

Did that make any sense?  No?  Good.  I didn’t think so.

Ran into my boss at the courthouse when I was running errands.  Nearly ran into him literally.  Stupid blind corner.  I’m not a fan of running into things.  Or people.  And yet…I seem to be missing the graceful gene.

Am considering reposting a post from May on LJ.  Suppose it would get any feedback?  That’s what I thought.  ‘Twas an exercise in descriptive writing, which I seem to have lost my knack for.  Must work on that if am to become successful writer and next Stephen King.  Well, maybe not the next Stephen King, but for sure the next big thing with a long and prolific career.  Perhaps the next Shakespeare.  Or the next Steinbeck, or Hemingway.  I seem to be stuck on male authors here.  Okay, would settle for being the next Jane Austen.  Or one of the Brontë sisters – they were all accomplished authors, I believe.  Suppose I should get that story finished first, though…

Happy Friday!

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Nothing

Apparently I’m too tired to think of a witty title for today’s post, so you get nothing.  But don’t worry, it’s not really nothing.  There’s something here, I promise!  Clearly I’m exhausted because so far, this post is making no sense whatsoever.  Must be because my evening started with supper at 8:00 p.m. last night and didn’t end until somewhere after midnight.

What’s that you say?  Why on Earth did my evening start at 8:00 p.m. when I get off work at 5:00 p.m.?  It’s quite simple, really.  I got off work, zipped through Fareway collecting various groceries (none of which were really all that good for me, except for maybe the bread – I really don’t think I want to ingest laundry detergent or fabric softener), then zipped home to put it all away before zipping off to church for our final marriage prep thing.  We got to church and we were there for two hours.  None of the other times we met with Father Quint took so long; I couldn’t believe we were there for TWO HOURS.  It kinda killed the night.  We went out for supper when we got back, but it was 9:00 p.m. before we got home again.  Just enough time to check my email, watch a little Bones, and hit the sack.  Except that by the time we decided to turn in, it was after 11:00 p.m.  And neither of us could sleep.

*sigh*  I seriously need to do something about this whole not sleeping thing I’ve been doing this week.

In other news, I’ve begun working on my story again.  I haven’t been able to get very far with it, though, because I don’t really know how to tie everything up.  It feels like I’m just sort of dragging things out between the action.  That doesn’t make any sense.  What I mean, I guess, is that it seems like I’ve been building and building and building to this climax and now I’ve just kind of plateaued.  Maybe I just need to re-read it again and something will come to me.  The problem is that whenever I re-read something I’ve written, I always seem to be on the look-out for errors and I always find them, so I end up editing as I go along and quite frankly, it will take me a while to re-read what I’ve written so far because I’ve been typing it up as I go along and it’s already 147 pages long, single-spaced.  That’s a lot of pages single-spaced!  Also, I remain unconvinced of its quality.  By nature, I am my own worst critic.  On the other hand, I’ve had people rave to me about how good my stories are and then when I look back at them years later, they are utter crap.  I don’t know if they were just being nice or if, at the time, it was really that good.  What I do know is that everything I wrote in high school was crap.  Total, unadulterated crap.  For example:

Caleb put his arm around me and we walked down the street.  “When I saw you guys having that grass fight, it reminded me of all that I’ve sacrificed for my career.  And I just sort of, I don’t know, fell in love, I guess.  You know, like love at first sight or something.  At least, that’s what I think it is.  Maybe it’s not, but either way, it really made me feel good inside, and it was the nicest feeling I’ve had in a long time.”

Sadly, I think that’s been edited at least once since I graduated high school.  I suppose it could be worse:

Josh and I got married six months after the accident.  The minister that married us said that they don’t usually allow dead people to get married, but because we were so young and knew what we were missing back on Earth, they made an exception.  My mom was my maid of honor, and my niece was the flower girl.  My grandma gave me away.  And Josh and I have been happy ever since.

*shudder*  Maybe I’ll just take that last part back out; it’s too embarrassing!  On the other hand, I have had some rather inspired moments:

“You think that’s impressive, you should’ve seen her about this time last week,” Catherine said.  “She was in here dancin’ for three days straight, livin’ off of Guinness.”

“Yes, but remember how I spent the next two?”

“Yeah - passed out on the bar!” Tom McGinty said from behind her.

Fiona jumped.  “Jesus bloody Christ!  Tom McGinty, don’t ever do that to me again!”

“Or what?  You’ll dance till you pass out? Ooo, I’m shakin’ in me boots!” Tom laughed.

Fiona turned around and pointed her empty glass at him.  “I might just do that,” she answered.  “And if you don’t act like a gentleman and fill up this here glass with Guinness right now, I might just do it naked!”

That wasn’t the passage I had wanted, but I can’t seem to find the one I was looking for.  Oh well, I guess.  Perhaps I’ll post it later.

At any rate…I have completely forgotten what I was originally going to write, so…yeah.  Something about my story and me not knowing how to finish it exactly.  I think.  Clearly I need more caffeine.

Happy space cadet!  I mean, happy Thursday!

UPDATE:  While this wasn’t exactly the passage I had in mind earlier, I think it’s actually better than the one I was thinking of.  It never fails to make me laugh when I read it:

“So let’s see if I’ve got this right,” Andorra said.  “Rian comes over, you argue, he kisses you, and to get revenge for all that, you come over here, get hammered, and sleep with Daniel?  Cuz that makes perfect sense…”

That whole scene always makes me laugh, but it’s a bit on the long side.  Plus, you’d have to have pretty much the whole story in order to grasp the dialog.  Or maybe not.  Whatever.

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Much ado about wheelbarrows

I had planned to have a nice, relaxing weekend.  I had planned that so that my neck would have a chance to rest after whatever I did to it last week.  I woke up Friday morning unable to turn my head to the right.  I don’t know what I did, but it’s hurt like hell ever since.  So naturally, I haven’t been overly motivated to do much of anything.  I did manage to get to Waterloo yesterday in order to pick up some medicine and a couple of other things before heading home to clean the house, but as I was heading for home with a sleepy girl in the backseat, I got a phone call that blew all my plans straight out of the water.

Greg got a phone call while he was at work that his dad had been in an accident and was being taken to the hospital, so we made an emergency trip to Des Moines.  He’d been putting air in a wheelbarrow tire and the tire exploded, clipping his face and messing up a thumb.  We were at the hospital till about midnight when they took him into surgery to fix his thumb.  Not exactly how anyone had planned to spend their Saturday night, but thankfully, he’ll be okay.

In other news, I still haven’t gotten the strawberry rhubarb sauce made that I’ve been trying to make for the last three weeks.  Okay, maybe it’s only been two weeks.  I’m too tired to keep it all straight tonight.  I have to get at least one batch made pretty soon, though, because I thawed out some rhubarb that I’d had frozen from last year and I need to get it used before it spoils.  Ditto for the strawberries, except they’re fresh.  I just want to get them used before they spoil.  Although at 99¢ a pound, I can always just get some more tomorrow after work, but I hate to waste the ones we already have.

Hmm, rocky road ice cream suddenly sounds really good.

Forgive the random thought.  I’m tired and sore.  I just can’t handle staying up past midnight anymore, no matter how witty the conversation.  And there was plenty of witty conversation last night.  There was some pretty good conversation today, too.

*yawn*  I think I’m going to fetch me some ice cream and curl up on the couch to watch Bones with Greg once the race is over.

I suddenly remembered that I started a post Friday night and never got back to it, what with all the hullabaloo yesterday.  I know I was going to write more than what I did, but I can’t remember what all I was going to write about, so you get what I stopped with Friday night.  I have spoken.

Okay, now off to find that yummy Breyer’s Rocky Road while attempting to avoid the possible tornadoes roaming the area!

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Death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth

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Okay, is that not the most awesome thing ever?  And I love it when the captions are actually in English and not mutilated into something dat looks like dis cuz I can’t stands it.  Rite to me liek dis and I’ll shoot you.

Well, maybe not, but you get the idea.

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Day 2

Kaysie’s Summer Workout Program has begun in earnest.  This, of course, means I’m back in hell.  Except this time, I’m dragging myself out of bed at 5:00 a.m. so that I can go to the gym downtown before Greg has to be to work at 6:30 a.m.  I am sooooooo not a morning person.  Five o’clock comes way too friggin’ early (unless, of course, it’s supposed to be 5:00 p.m., in which case it doesn’t come nearly fast enough).

Have I mentioned that I hate mornings?

Today promises to be an especially long day.  Today is day 2 of my getting-up-at-the-ass-crack-of-dawn-to-work-out program.  We might have stayed up a bit too late watching lovely t.v. the last two nights, thus making it even more difficult to crawl out of bed at such an ungodly hour.  Tonight we get to drive two hours to Volga and back for a birthday party.  This, after trying to type up a full-page (and by full-page, I mean 8½ x 14″) legal description for a title opinion.  For the record, those make my eyes cross when I’m fully rested, so this morning really sucked.  I don’t mind getting off work early to go to a birthday party two hours away, but I do hope I’m not expected to stay awake for the duration of the return trip because I’m having serious doubts about my ability to stay awake for the rest of the afternoon.  A nice long catnap in my car sounded like the most delicious way to spend my lunch break, but instead I spent it reading about politics after buying yummy fresh strawberries for 99¢ a pound and some equally yummy fresh sweet corn for 25¢ an ear.  Yay produce!

In other news, my legs and my hips really hurt!  Stupid elliptical/bike.  I did one yesterday, one this morning, and plans are in the works to hit up the stairmaster tomorrow.  Assuming, of course, I can drag my lazy butt out of bed at 5:00 a.m. for a third morning in a row.  We’ll see how that goes.  I did some weightlifting this morning, too, after I finished with the bike, so my arms hurt earlier, but thankfully they’ve stopped.  Now if only my back and my head would stop hurting, I could manage the rest.  It’s actually not so bad (except for the headache), but I’m just a baby, so, you know, I complain.  A lot.

Can I go home now?

Why is it that quick fixes never really work and if they do, the results never last?  Clearly I am not a fitness junkie, despite longing to be in better shape.

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