It looks like we have hobo spiders again. :S It's too early in the season for them to be very big, but the cats chased after three different little spiders in the living room today. I can't be POSITIVE that they're hobos as they were the right color and the right body shape but too small for me to make out any markings. However, considering LAST year's infestation, I'd say there's little chance they were any other kind of spider.
I know for a fact that it was hobo spiders that infested last year because my mom and I took a couple to a pest guy. He identified it and told me what pesticide to get... It's a pretty serious one that can only be sprayed outside. Also he said it is the only one that will kill them.
Branden has already sprayed the crazy hobo-spider-killing-neurotoxin once this year. I think it was late February that it warmed up enough for most of the snow to melt so he sprayed then. But it HAS snowed quite a bit since then so it's not surprising if the stuff that should last 3 months only lasted for one or two. So he's out there spraying again right now. Judging by last year, he'll probably have to spray AGAIN before we move at the end of June.
I really don't like hobo spiders. Poisonous spiders are bad enough. VICIOUS poisonous spiders are terrible. Just the thought makes me all itchy and creeped out. Last year they were ALL over the laundry room, garage and basement. Not to mention the visitors to the kitchen. Thankfully we never saw any in the bedroom. People tried to tell me that they don't like to be around humans and they generally stay down in the corners around the bottom of walls. Not THESE hobo spiders! They run right across the floor, they hang out on the ceiling, they TRY TO ATTACK MY FOOT when I step into the laundry room... They're not normal and they are MEAN!
OH! Kill them, Branden, KILL THEM!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday Breakfasts
Remembering how much I loved it when my dad would make us big breakfasts, I decided that I should make Sunday breakfast for Branden. So I've made breakfast almost every Sunday since we moved into this house. (He really is spoiled.) In the beginning it was hard to convince Branden that I was ok with this- funny how he has never had ANY problem with my working all day then coming home and making dinner. I didn't want to make breakfast if he didn't want to eat it- he's an abnormal guy when it comes to eating and sometimes isn't hungry! Because I needed the reassurance that he'd eat it, he got it into his head that I didn't really want to make breakfast. Not so!
Recent happenings - my being sick among them- have interrupted our breakfast routine. I didn't realize how important this Sunday "tradition" had become to Branden until today. While I was cooking this morning he told me how excited he was for breakfast. I jokingly said that he waits all week just for Sunday morning to come around... Turns out my joke wasn't far from the truth. He said that his whole life has been fairly devoid of breakfast until I started making it for him. He actually DOES get all excited for chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and eggs made just for him.
Suddenly I'm realizing how lucky I am that my dad loves big breakfasts and was nice enough to make many for us. And my mom was really great about making sure that we ate before going to school. Sometimes it was just cold cereal, but other times it was pancakes or waffles or eggs and bacon or French toast... And during the winter there was always hot chocolate. What great memories and knowledge of love I have because my mom woke up at least half an hour early so I could go to school with a full stomach. The same goes for my dad: Breakfasts are part of the reason I know he loves me. Right now I'm lucky enough to be able to see my parents every Monday and almost every week my dad makes me breakfast and I know how loved I am.
Such a simple thing, providing a morning meal, and yet it means so much. I don't know what will happen with whatever job I get. It may turn out that I'm no longer off work on Sunday mornings and the traditions will have to change. I hope that's not the case. For all the yelling and dropping of things that I do every time I make breakfast, I do enjoy making it and REALLY enjoy the finished product.
*Just a side note* I'm quite impressed with how well my dad keeps track of things! I inevitably burn at least two pancakes, or make the bacon too crispy or drop eggs or cooking utensils on the ground. Maybe there's some sort of breakfast zen that I haven't yet learned to tap into... Or maybe he's just THAT good.
Recent happenings - my being sick among them- have interrupted our breakfast routine. I didn't realize how important this Sunday "tradition" had become to Branden until today. While I was cooking this morning he told me how excited he was for breakfast. I jokingly said that he waits all week just for Sunday morning to come around... Turns out my joke wasn't far from the truth. He said that his whole life has been fairly devoid of breakfast until I started making it for him. He actually DOES get all excited for chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and eggs made just for him.
Suddenly I'm realizing how lucky I am that my dad loves big breakfasts and was nice enough to make many for us. And my mom was really great about making sure that we ate before going to school. Sometimes it was just cold cereal, but other times it was pancakes or waffles or eggs and bacon or French toast... And during the winter there was always hot chocolate. What great memories and knowledge of love I have because my mom woke up at least half an hour early so I could go to school with a full stomach. The same goes for my dad: Breakfasts are part of the reason I know he loves me. Right now I'm lucky enough to be able to see my parents every Monday and almost every week my dad makes me breakfast and I know how loved I am.
Such a simple thing, providing a morning meal, and yet it means so much. I don't know what will happen with whatever job I get. It may turn out that I'm no longer off work on Sunday mornings and the traditions will have to change. I hope that's not the case. For all the yelling and dropping of things that I do every time I make breakfast, I do enjoy making it and REALLY enjoy the finished product.
*Just a side note* I'm quite impressed with how well my dad keeps track of things! I inevitably burn at least two pancakes, or make the bacon too crispy or drop eggs or cooking utensils on the ground. Maybe there's some sort of breakfast zen that I haven't yet learned to tap into... Or maybe he's just THAT good.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I Forgot To Mention In My Last Post...
One more thing about the party last night: I hadn't seen Sasha in about a month. When I walked in he looked at me and asked if I'd lost weight! It was SUCH a great feeling because I have been trying and didn't think anyone could tell.
I have officially lost 5 lbs, but I can tell that things are changing which really have nothing to do with the weight loss. My jeans aren't loose yet, but I can see the muscle in my calves firming up and I think my butt is firming, too. There's just a little slimming starting in a few places and it makes me feel good, but I thought I was the only one seeing it. I'm a LONG way from done, but the fact that someone NOTICED is SO encouraging!
I see most of my family too often for them to notice so it's ok that they haven't. And of COURSE Branden hasn't noticed. He probably won't notice till it's time for me to get new jeans... IF he notices then. I love him, but he's a typical guy.
I have officially lost 5 lbs, but I can tell that things are changing which really have nothing to do with the weight loss. My jeans aren't loose yet, but I can see the muscle in my calves firming up and I think my butt is firming, too. There's just a little slimming starting in a few places and it makes me feel good, but I thought I was the only one seeing it. I'm a LONG way from done, but the fact that someone NOTICED is SO encouraging!
I see most of my family too often for them to notice so it's ok that they haven't. And of COURSE Branden hasn't noticed. He probably won't notice till it's time for me to get new jeans... IF he notices then. I love him, but he's a typical guy.
The Party Which Wasn't For Me On My Birthday
Sooo... It's my birthday!
Earlier I was feeling rather frustrated because instead of celebrating today, I was making food- I specifically asked that I not have to make dinner tonight- for Branden's friend's going-away party. I told Branden about three weeks ago not to make plans with anyone else today because it's my birthday and I thought we should try to celebrate. Then a little more than two weeks ago he came home and said, "Ok, not this Friday but the next..."
"You mean my birthday?"
"That's your birthday? Your birthday is a Friday?"
"Yes! The 24th. It's written on the calendar in big, blue letters."
"Like I look at the calendar. Anyway, that's Josh's going-away party because he's headed back to Vermont the Monday after."
"I TOLD you not to make plans! That's my birthday!"
Yeah, he was in trouble. And today while I was making the food he'd volunteered to bring- really volunteered me to make- he was in even more trouble, though he didn't know it. I was mostly frustrated because he pretty much took it for granted that I would just do all this and that I wouldn't mind going to this party instead of celebrating. AND he was in trouble because he admitted that he and the guys fully planned to drink as much beer as they could and he'd be drunk on my birthday night. Not something that makes me happy. I don't mind letting him drink and I drive, but... To sound selfish and childish: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! I don't think that's very fair! Most likely the only thing that kept me from being in a really foul mood this afternoon was all the great love and birthday wishes I recieved from my friends and family. :)
As it turned out, the evening went ok. The party was at the mechanic shop and lots of people showed up. It was the first time that anyone had used Branden's "new" gas grill that he earned through doing some electrical work. It's a pretty nice grill: professional, six burner, gas grill which folds down to be about a foot tall. All the guys loved it and were completely jealous of him.
*A side note about this grill* When we first knew he was getting it, Branden insisted that we should sell it because we needed the money. I reminded him that this was something he'd really wanted for a long time and it was ok with me to keep it. Forms of this conversation have happened over and over for the past couple of months. Today he told me that he really likes the grill with a kind of hopeful look in his eyes. I informed him that we are keeping it. We will probably never have the chance to get something that nice for that little ever again. Why give up something he really wants when we finally have it? We honestly have about five or six charcoal grills that we will be getting rid of instead. I believe that three of them are spoken for at this point. *Now back to the party that wasn't for me.*
I had made slow cooker BBQ drumsticks which also went over really well. It felt great when I'd see the guys going back for extra helpings and lots of people gave me compliments. Along with that, I also made a cheese dip that was pretty ok and some treats that were essintially PB crispy treats made from honey nut Cheerios with chocolate spread over the entire thing. Those went fairly well. The recipe made more than I thought it would so one foil pan was never cut into. That was ok because one of the other mechanics asked if he could take the whole pan and I was more than willing to let him.
Sasha- the owner of the shop- came up to me and thanked me for doing so much work. It's funny, but by the time he did that it didn't seem like such a big deal anymore. Maybe it was the compliments or maybe it was just the good time that everyone was having. As it turned out, I was glad to add to the success of the evening.
I did tell Branden that he owed me for me giving up my birthday evening and for my having to make dinner on my birthday. He offered to take me out tomorrow night to a restaurant for which we have a gift card. That's acceptable to me.
Earlier I was feeling rather frustrated because instead of celebrating today, I was making food- I specifically asked that I not have to make dinner tonight- for Branden's friend's going-away party. I told Branden about three weeks ago not to make plans with anyone else today because it's my birthday and I thought we should try to celebrate. Then a little more than two weeks ago he came home and said, "Ok, not this Friday but the next..."
"You mean my birthday?"
"That's your birthday? Your birthday is a Friday?"
"Yes! The 24th. It's written on the calendar in big, blue letters."
"Like I look at the calendar. Anyway, that's Josh's going-away party because he's headed back to Vermont the Monday after."
"I TOLD you not to make plans! That's my birthday!"
Yeah, he was in trouble. And today while I was making the food he'd volunteered to bring- really volunteered me to make- he was in even more trouble, though he didn't know it. I was mostly frustrated because he pretty much took it for granted that I would just do all this and that I wouldn't mind going to this party instead of celebrating. AND he was in trouble because he admitted that he and the guys fully planned to drink as much beer as they could and he'd be drunk on my birthday night. Not something that makes me happy. I don't mind letting him drink and I drive, but... To sound selfish and childish: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! I don't think that's very fair! Most likely the only thing that kept me from being in a really foul mood this afternoon was all the great love and birthday wishes I recieved from my friends and family. :)
As it turned out, the evening went ok. The party was at the mechanic shop and lots of people showed up. It was the first time that anyone had used Branden's "new" gas grill that he earned through doing some electrical work. It's a pretty nice grill: professional, six burner, gas grill which folds down to be about a foot tall. All the guys loved it and were completely jealous of him.
*A side note about this grill* When we first knew he was getting it, Branden insisted that we should sell it because we needed the money. I reminded him that this was something he'd really wanted for a long time and it was ok with me to keep it. Forms of this conversation have happened over and over for the past couple of months. Today he told me that he really likes the grill with a kind of hopeful look in his eyes. I informed him that we are keeping it. We will probably never have the chance to get something that nice for that little ever again. Why give up something he really wants when we finally have it? We honestly have about five or six charcoal grills that we will be getting rid of instead. I believe that three of them are spoken for at this point. *Now back to the party that wasn't for me.*
I had made slow cooker BBQ drumsticks which also went over really well. It felt great when I'd see the guys going back for extra helpings and lots of people gave me compliments. Along with that, I also made a cheese dip that was pretty ok and some treats that were essintially PB crispy treats made from honey nut Cheerios with chocolate spread over the entire thing. Those went fairly well. The recipe made more than I thought it would so one foil pan was never cut into. That was ok because one of the other mechanics asked if he could take the whole pan and I was more than willing to let him.
Sasha- the owner of the shop- came up to me and thanked me for doing so much work. It's funny, but by the time he did that it didn't seem like such a big deal anymore. Maybe it was the compliments or maybe it was just the good time that everyone was having. As it turned out, I was glad to add to the success of the evening.
I did tell Branden that he owed me for me giving up my birthday evening and for my having to make dinner on my birthday. He offered to take me out tomorrow night to a restaurant for which we have a gift card. That's acceptable to me.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tomorrow I'll Be 27
I'm kinda in an odd mood right now. Among other things, tomorrow is my birthday... A day that is always bittersweet. I like to take a little time to do a year in review around my birthday time and I haven't done that yet. Sometimes it makes me feel a little better about things so I probably should.
I went to Kourtney's viewing today. She was beautiful. I'm mostly glad that I went because I felt like I needed to hug Kazia. I don't know if she needed a hug from me, but... I needed to give one to her. If there's one thing that I feel the need to do well, it's hug. I want to give the kind of hug I wish to recieve. And even though a hug won't fix a lot of things, it's a simple guesture that I can give. I hope that when I hugged her she knew that I really care.
By the way, I almost never turn down a hug so feel free to open your arms and I'll give you one back. Honestly, hugs are one of my favorite things. I think I'm gonna make Branden hug me as soon as I can get his attention away from his game.
I went to Kourtney's viewing today. She was beautiful. I'm mostly glad that I went because I felt like I needed to hug Kazia. I don't know if she needed a hug from me, but... I needed to give one to her. If there's one thing that I feel the need to do well, it's hug. I want to give the kind of hug I wish to recieve. And even though a hug won't fix a lot of things, it's a simple guesture that I can give. I hope that when I hugged her she knew that I really care.
By the way, I almost never turn down a hug so feel free to open your arms and I'll give you one back. Honestly, hugs are one of my favorite things. I think I'm gonna make Branden hug me as soon as I can get his attention away from his game.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
In Memory
I desperately want to write a "fluff" blog and pretend that everything is right everywhere. But I can't. I feel I should take a moment to acknowledge the passing of a special spirit before I continue on with my life.
I worked for many years in the bakery of South Ogden Maceys. While there, I had the chance to work with and get to know Kazia. To this day, she is one of the very few people with whom I have worked VERY closely at times and still never had a major disagreement. This is probably more because of her than me. She has an incredible amount of patience and I'm sure I tried it more than once. She is an amazing cake decorator and, even though it has been a few years since we have worked together, I still consider her to be a good friend and value her opinion highly.
This past Saturday, while I was celebrating my upcoming birthday, Kazia's family was experiencing the loss of their sweet baby. For some reason, I have been one who has never experienced the loss of someone I truly knew and loved. I don't know why I have so little loss in my life while others have more. I admit that there is no way I can even begin to imagine how they were feeling that day. I do know this: Kourtney's family loved her deeply and she will be missed.
Kazia, my heart and thoughts are with your family. Though I was only able to meet your daughter a couple of times, I will never forget her and the life and memories you shared with me during our conversations. If there is any measure of peace or assistence that I can provide, please let me know.
I worked for many years in the bakery of South Ogden Maceys. While there, I had the chance to work with and get to know Kazia. To this day, she is one of the very few people with whom I have worked VERY closely at times and still never had a major disagreement. This is probably more because of her than me. She has an incredible amount of patience and I'm sure I tried it more than once. She is an amazing cake decorator and, even though it has been a few years since we have worked together, I still consider her to be a good friend and value her opinion highly.
This past Saturday, while I was celebrating my upcoming birthday, Kazia's family was experiencing the loss of their sweet baby. For some reason, I have been one who has never experienced the loss of someone I truly knew and loved. I don't know why I have so little loss in my life while others have more. I admit that there is no way I can even begin to imagine how they were feeling that day. I do know this: Kourtney's family loved her deeply and she will be missed.
Kazia, my heart and thoughts are with your family. Though I was only able to meet your daughter a couple of times, I will never forget her and the life and memories you shared with me during our conversations. If there is any measure of peace or assistence that I can provide, please let me know.
Friday, April 17, 2009
My Most Memorable Birthday Cake
One week ago I was diagnosed with the Influenza. I am almost well again. Just a minor amount of congestion and a little bit of a cough before all signs of illness are gone. This is good. It means that I was one of the lucky ones and it really was a seven-day disease for me. :)
Tomorrow marks the last day of what should have been my work week. I'm still a little disoriented and feeling like I'm sleep walking a little. Things just don't seem real.
I wrote more to this blog, but it made me all sad and I started crying. So I've decided to save that part for a different day when I won't cry about it... If such a day exists. Instead I want to write about my 16th birthday party.
I did not have a sweet sixteen. We were in the process of moving from OK and there was no time, and probably no money, for a proper sweet sixteen party. My dad and Allan had already moved to UT in March so it was my mom, Bekkie, all the younger kids and me. My mom put the table on the back porch (I remember it was a beautiful day) and put the special birthday tablecloth on it. We ate dinner- most likely chicken and rice as that's a favorite of mine- then my mom brought out the cake. We didn't normally do a lot of special cakes in my family, but this one was special. Katie- maybe with some help, though I can't recall for sure- had taken the time to cut out the various body parts of a Mr. Potato Head (yes, I really liked him at the time even though I was 16), frosted and assembled them into a cake complete with arms and a moustache. It was my most memorable birthday cake.
I don't really like cake all that much anymore. I normally request brownies and the like to be served at my family parties now. But I will never forget that simple 16th birthday party and the love that was put into that cake. I don't know if I ever really thanked Katie and whatever helpers she had... Thank you for the cake and so much more.
Tomorrow marks the last day of what should have been my work week. I'm still a little disoriented and feeling like I'm sleep walking a little. Things just don't seem real.
I wrote more to this blog, but it made me all sad and I started crying. So I've decided to save that part for a different day when I won't cry about it... If such a day exists. Instead I want to write about my 16th birthday party.
I did not have a sweet sixteen. We were in the process of moving from OK and there was no time, and probably no money, for a proper sweet sixteen party. My dad and Allan had already moved to UT in March so it was my mom, Bekkie, all the younger kids and me. My mom put the table on the back porch (I remember it was a beautiful day) and put the special birthday tablecloth on it. We ate dinner- most likely chicken and rice as that's a favorite of mine- then my mom brought out the cake. We didn't normally do a lot of special cakes in my family, but this one was special. Katie- maybe with some help, though I can't recall for sure- had taken the time to cut out the various body parts of a Mr. Potato Head (yes, I really liked him at the time even though I was 16), frosted and assembled them into a cake complete with arms and a moustache. It was my most memorable birthday cake.
I don't really like cake all that much anymore. I normally request brownies and the like to be served at my family parties now. But I will never forget that simple 16th birthday party and the love that was put into that cake. I don't know if I ever really thanked Katie and whatever helpers she had... Thank you for the cake and so much more.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tax Day
I mailed off the parts of our taxes that couldn't be sent online. The state of UT thinks I owe them $16 and since I don't have any way to disprove this, I paid it.
It's snowing again. One week ago I was looking out the window at work and hoping for the thunderstorm that Weather.com promised me. It snowed then, too. Funny what a difference one week makes... But not funny ha-ha. I don't think I have a full grasp of the fact that I no longer have a job. It doesn't seem real, though I cry a lot.
I'm nearing better. The influenza is down to some coughing, some sneezing and some congestion. No more eyes hurting and teeth hurting. Last night Branden did have to wake me up and give me cough syrup so I could really sleep. I recall that I kept having to sit up because I was coughing so much, but I was SO TIRED that I wasn't really waking up. The cough syrup helped and Branden said I didn't cough very much after that.
My birthday party with my family is this Saturday. I try not to think about my birthday too much because it makes me cry more. Actually, I think it makes me cry the most. I hope I can stop crying by Saturday because I don't want to cry at my birthday party. My birthday kinda depresses me every year but this year...... My birthday is the 24th so if anyone remembers I wouldn't mind having people wish me a Happy Birthday and a better next year. I kinda thought this year would be ok... Like things would get easier and more sorted out with life. I got engaged in this last year so SOMETHING turned out right. Let's all hope for more right when I'm 27.
I took my "personalized" Smith's coupons to the store and bought a little bit of food. I was really careful to only buy things that were on sale or that I had a coupon for and knew I would use. I got 1 dozen eggs for FREE! I don't know how to express the wonderfullness that is free eggs. I saved $9 and paid out $33. That's ok with me. Sometimes I'm an even better shopper than that. Maybe when we are in a place with more shopping options I'll be able to shop the ads a little more and cut coupons out of the paper. I'd like to think that I could be a really smart shopper given the opportunity.
I saw a terrible accident on my way home from the post office and grocery store. I'm not sure what happened, but it looked like a semi opened up the top of a car and then twisted the whole car so the insides were the outsides and the outsides were the insides. Then a couple other cars attacked the semi. When I went past, the twisted car was on the back of a flat-bed tow truck and it was sticking out in all the wrong directions. They were trying to secure it but pieces were literally falling off into the ditch. It seems that nobody could have survived that... But I hope somehow they did.
So those are some thoughts I have this tax day. I'm not all in this reality at the moment, so please forgive the detached nature.
It's snowing again. One week ago I was looking out the window at work and hoping for the thunderstorm that Weather.com promised me. It snowed then, too. Funny what a difference one week makes... But not funny ha-ha. I don't think I have a full grasp of the fact that I no longer have a job. It doesn't seem real, though I cry a lot.
I'm nearing better. The influenza is down to some coughing, some sneezing and some congestion. No more eyes hurting and teeth hurting. Last night Branden did have to wake me up and give me cough syrup so I could really sleep. I recall that I kept having to sit up because I was coughing so much, but I was SO TIRED that I wasn't really waking up. The cough syrup helped and Branden said I didn't cough very much after that.
My birthday party with my family is this Saturday. I try not to think about my birthday too much because it makes me cry more. Actually, I think it makes me cry the most. I hope I can stop crying by Saturday because I don't want to cry at my birthday party. My birthday kinda depresses me every year but this year...... My birthday is the 24th so if anyone remembers I wouldn't mind having people wish me a Happy Birthday and a better next year. I kinda thought this year would be ok... Like things would get easier and more sorted out with life. I got engaged in this last year so SOMETHING turned out right. Let's all hope for more right when I'm 27.
I took my "personalized" Smith's coupons to the store and bought a little bit of food. I was really careful to only buy things that were on sale or that I had a coupon for and knew I would use. I got 1 dozen eggs for FREE! I don't know how to express the wonderfullness that is free eggs. I saved $9 and paid out $33. That's ok with me. Sometimes I'm an even better shopper than that. Maybe when we are in a place with more shopping options I'll be able to shop the ads a little more and cut coupons out of the paper. I'd like to think that I could be a really smart shopper given the opportunity.
I saw a terrible accident on my way home from the post office and grocery store. I'm not sure what happened, but it looked like a semi opened up the top of a car and then twisted the whole car so the insides were the outsides and the outsides were the insides. Then a couple other cars attacked the semi. When I went past, the twisted car was on the back of a flat-bed tow truck and it was sticking out in all the wrong directions. They were trying to secure it but pieces were literally falling off into the ditch. It seems that nobody could have survived that... But I hope somehow they did.
So those are some thoughts I have this tax day. I'm not all in this reality at the moment, so please forgive the detached nature.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
And Now It's My Turn :(
Well, I expected to maybe get a disappointed talking to for being sick and not working the big party on Saturday... I got laid off instead. They say that they just had to cut costs so they cut me. I'm still not sure it wasn't because I was sick. One way or the other, it doesn't really matter. I am without job.
I've calmed down for the moment. Later I will be crying and freaking out again. Right now I am numb and a little hurt. I've never been let go from any job before. This is a first. Branden tells me it's not a reflection on me or my work... It feels like it. With the mess from Unemployment, I'm not even sure if I can get any money that way, though I am trying.
I will be looking everywhere for a job and we will be moving... No questions asked, we will be moving. We already were going to be struggling to make rent till the lease was up. Now... I really have no clue what we're going to do. Let me know if you hear of ANYTHING that I may be able to do... And not just baking. I now have office skills as well.
I've calmed down for the moment. Later I will be crying and freaking out again. Right now I am numb and a little hurt. I've never been let go from any job before. This is a first. Branden tells me it's not a reflection on me or my work... It feels like it. With the mess from Unemployment, I'm not even sure if I can get any money that way, though I am trying.
I will be looking everywhere for a job and we will be moving... No questions asked, we will be moving. We already were going to be struggling to make rent till the lease was up. Now... I really have no clue what we're going to do. Let me know if you hear of ANYTHING that I may be able to do... And not just baking. I now have office skills as well.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Slowly Re-Joining the Land of the Living
This morning I tried to be fine and go to SLC with Branden. I made it to Park City, sitting in his friend's driveway waiting for him to finish helping said friend before I broke down in tears. I'm still really tired and not all that great feeling. Branden ended up having to take me home so I could sleep while he went to SLC without me.
I am now sitting on the couch for the first time since I got sick. It's not much, but it's kinda nice to be out of the bedroom. I also made dinner- if you can call putting store-bought chicken strips and mashed potato smiles in the oven and a then taking them out again making dinner.
Tomorrow I have to work. I don't know how long I'll last, but I'm gonna give it my best shot. I'm not really looking forward to finding out how they really felt about my getting sick... At least I have a doctor's note! I think I'll be going to bed soon. Can't wait till I can really sleep again... It's been almost a week since I've had a good night's sleep.
I am now sitting on the couch for the first time since I got sick. It's not much, but it's kinda nice to be out of the bedroom. I also made dinner- if you can call putting store-bought chicken strips and mashed potato smiles in the oven and a then taking them out again making dinner.
Tomorrow I have to work. I don't know how long I'll last, but I'm gonna give it my best shot. I'm not really looking forward to finding out how they really felt about my getting sick... At least I have a doctor's note! I think I'll be going to bed soon. Can't wait till I can really sleep again... It's been almost a week since I've had a good night's sleep.
Apparently I'm Supposed To Be All Better Today
This annoys me a little bit... Unfortunately/fortunately I don't really have the energy to get all worked up and angry.
Branden was so good about taking care of me yesterday. Today I'm "turning into a cat, lounging in bed all day." Umm, sorry that I still feel like crap! Yes, most of the bad aches are gone. My throat is raw, my head is pounding, I'm dizzy and I coughed my lungs out most of the night. Please forgive me for not LEAPING out of bed, making meals, cleaning the house, etc. I did wash a load of dishes and start the laundry before I couldn't stand anymore. I ended up sleeping a good portion of the afternoon.
I went into the living room and it's a NASTY mess! There's garbage, food, half-full cans of stuff and dishes ALL over the room! I took one look, handed Branden a trash bag and told him to clean it up. He hasn't but I'm NOT going to clean up after him this time.
Branden JUST came back in here and asked why I wasn't feeling better yet in a really whiny voice. Made me want to have the energy to hit him. I told him this is a seven-day illness and I was going need time to get better. I had thought that my fever broke yesterday but I'm not entirely sure right now and I don't know where the thermometer is. He said that I HAVE to be better by tomorrow because we have plans... I want to go to the Aquarium, but getting healthy seems more important to me. Trust me, I really don't enjoy sitting in bed all day feeling like crap.
Branden was so good about taking care of me yesterday. Today I'm "turning into a cat, lounging in bed all day." Umm, sorry that I still feel like crap! Yes, most of the bad aches are gone. My throat is raw, my head is pounding, I'm dizzy and I coughed my lungs out most of the night. Please forgive me for not LEAPING out of bed, making meals, cleaning the house, etc. I did wash a load of dishes and start the laundry before I couldn't stand anymore. I ended up sleeping a good portion of the afternoon.
I went into the living room and it's a NASTY mess! There's garbage, food, half-full cans of stuff and dishes ALL over the room! I took one look, handed Branden a trash bag and told him to clean it up. He hasn't but I'm NOT going to clean up after him this time.
Branden JUST came back in here and asked why I wasn't feeling better yet in a really whiny voice. Made me want to have the energy to hit him. I told him this is a seven-day illness and I was going need time to get better. I had thought that my fever broke yesterday but I'm not entirely sure right now and I don't know where the thermometer is. He said that I HAVE to be better by tomorrow because we have plans... I want to go to the Aquarium, but getting healthy seems more important to me. Trust me, I really don't enjoy sitting in bed all day feeling like crap.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Dinner Aftermath
First I need to say that the soup turned out to be pretty great. He bought the Bear Creek broccoli cheese soup mix and added chunks of cooked chicken and real broccoli. No, it won't help with any congestion, but it tasted really good. :)
I went into the kitchen to put my dishes in the sink. It is, indeed, a wreck. Every cupboard and drawer was open, food and garbage are all over the table- thankfully not any perishable food or gross garbage- and dishes are scattered about what little counter space we have. Oh, I love him and, despite the mess, I am glad that he's trying. I closed the cupboards and began putting away the clean dishes that I left in the dish drainer the last time I felt well enough to do dishes. (If I haven't mentioned it before, we have no dishwasher. There's not even ROOM for a dishwasher in that kitchen.) Turns out that even this much up-and-about time was a bad idea as I ended up coughing so badly that I couldn't breathe.
I am back in bed now. My chest hurts quite a bit more than it did before I got up so I guess I just need to stay down a little longer. I was hoping to wash a few dishes and maybe get a jump-start on the laundry. I don't really feel restless, I just feel like I should feel restless. Does that make any sense? It's the knowing that I shouldn't feel like staying in bed that makes me want to get out of bed but... I don't actually feel like I SHOULD be out of bed. Oh, I'm probably not making any sense. Maybe I should go back to watching movies and stop trying to be coherent.
I went into the kitchen to put my dishes in the sink. It is, indeed, a wreck. Every cupboard and drawer was open, food and garbage are all over the table- thankfully not any perishable food or gross garbage- and dishes are scattered about what little counter space we have. Oh, I love him and, despite the mess, I am glad that he's trying. I closed the cupboards and began putting away the clean dishes that I left in the dish drainer the last time I felt well enough to do dishes. (If I haven't mentioned it before, we have no dishwasher. There's not even ROOM for a dishwasher in that kitchen.) Turns out that even this much up-and-about time was a bad idea as I ended up coughing so badly that I couldn't breathe.
I am back in bed now. My chest hurts quite a bit more than it did before I got up so I guess I just need to stay down a little longer. I was hoping to wash a few dishes and maybe get a jump-start on the laundry. I don't really feel restless, I just feel like I should feel restless. Does that make any sense? It's the knowing that I shouldn't feel like staying in bed that makes me want to get out of bed but... I don't actually feel like I SHOULD be out of bed. Oh, I'm probably not making any sense. Maybe I should go back to watching movies and stop trying to be coherent.
Branden Is Making Dinner
Part of me feels guilty about this. I almost always make dinner and I should be making dinner today. Part of me is scared about this. I don't really wanna know what my kitchen will look like when he's done and it's a guarantee that I will be the one cleaning it when I get better. Most of me just feels too crappy to care about either of the other two parts.
I slept off and on from about 10:00 last night till about 1:00 this afternoon. I feel like I could roll over and fall asleep right now but I wanna be sure that I can sleep tonight so I'm trying to stay awake. Branden went to the store and filled my prescription this afternoon. I was gonna try to do without it since it's only a pain killer but when I woke up hacking out my lungs with tears streaming down my face Branden decided that I needed it anyway. Thankfully the co-pay was only $6.
He also brought home a few different kinds of soup- guess what's for dinner?- and plenty of OTC medicines. I think he's contemplating when he will inevitably start to feel all this and is trying to be prepared. So now we have two different kinds of cough syrup, two different kinds of Theraflu, my pain medicine, the NighQuil, DayQuil, Tylenol and Ibuprofen we already had. And juice... lots and LOTS of juice. Apparently I get to drink pomegranite juice with dinner.
So that's my life at the moment. Still sick, but Branden's being pretty nice about taking care of me.
I slept off and on from about 10:00 last night till about 1:00 this afternoon. I feel like I could roll over and fall asleep right now but I wanna be sure that I can sleep tonight so I'm trying to stay awake. Branden went to the store and filled my prescription this afternoon. I was gonna try to do without it since it's only a pain killer but when I woke up hacking out my lungs with tears streaming down my face Branden decided that I needed it anyway. Thankfully the co-pay was only $6.
He also brought home a few different kinds of soup- guess what's for dinner?- and plenty of OTC medicines. I think he's contemplating when he will inevitably start to feel all this and is trying to be prepared. So now we have two different kinds of cough syrup, two different kinds of Theraflu, my pain medicine, the NighQuil, DayQuil, Tylenol and Ibuprofen we already had. And juice... lots and LOTS of juice. Apparently I get to drink pomegranite juice with dinner.
So that's my life at the moment. Still sick, but Branden's being pretty nice about taking care of me.
Friday, April 10, 2009
I Am Typhoid Mary
Seriously, that's what the doctor called me. I would probably be laughing right now if laughing didn't hurt so much. Those aches and pains from yesterday? Yeah, not from exercising. As it turns out, I have Influenza B and I am highly contagious. By the by, if a doctor tells you that a test for a disease is unpleasant, he's probably not kidding. Having a swab shoved really far up you nose HURTS. But I didn't make any noise, just closed my eyes in pain, and he said I am amazing because even big, strong men squeak.
I feel like crap! I ache everywhere, including my eyes and teeth. When the doctor came in I was dozing on the examination table. I tried to tell him that I probably just have a cold and the aches are probably from exercising. He immediately said, "No, they're not."
"They're not?"
"No, they are not."
"Um, ok. Thanks." He was right. Apparently the fact that I was laying down, sorta sleeping was a symptom all on it's own. That and the burning in my lungs, my dry cough and the aches all over.
Part of me really wanted it to just be a cold, but I feel so terrible that part of me really wanted it to be something else. Especially since I'm pretty sure my boss thought I was faking illness today at work. There's a smug kind of satisfaction in calling up someone who thinks you're lying and telling them that you have a doctor's note saying you can't work. Yes, I could use the 12 or more hours I would have worked tomorrow, but in my current state I would have never made it. The doctor even informed me that I probably already infected everyone at work (Oops! Is it bad that I hope my boss gets it?) and that Branden probably has it, too. I called up the few people I've seen this week to tell them. It seems that Katie's family may have it, too.
It's a virus so there's not much to be done except to drink lots of fluids and get plenty of rest. When my fever breaks I will no longer be contagious and can come out of quarantine. Yes, Branden has put me in quarantine. We bought a thermometer and a humidifier and I have been shut in the bedroom with both and my laptop. Maybe I'll take a nap. I'm awfully tired.
I feel like crap! I ache everywhere, including my eyes and teeth. When the doctor came in I was dozing on the examination table. I tried to tell him that I probably just have a cold and the aches are probably from exercising. He immediately said, "No, they're not."
"They're not?"
"No, they are not."
"Um, ok. Thanks." He was right. Apparently the fact that I was laying down, sorta sleeping was a symptom all on it's own. That and the burning in my lungs, my dry cough and the aches all over.
Part of me really wanted it to just be a cold, but I feel so terrible that part of me really wanted it to be something else. Especially since I'm pretty sure my boss thought I was faking illness today at work. There's a smug kind of satisfaction in calling up someone who thinks you're lying and telling them that you have a doctor's note saying you can't work. Yes, I could use the 12 or more hours I would have worked tomorrow, but in my current state I would have never made it. The doctor even informed me that I probably already infected everyone at work (Oops! Is it bad that I hope my boss gets it?) and that Branden probably has it, too. I called up the few people I've seen this week to tell them. It seems that Katie's family may have it, too.
It's a virus so there's not much to be done except to drink lots of fluids and get plenty of rest. When my fever breaks I will no longer be contagious and can come out of quarantine. Yes, Branden has put me in quarantine. We bought a thermometer and a humidifier and I have been shut in the bedroom with both and my laptop. Maybe I'll take a nap. I'm awfully tired.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Despite My Aches And Pains, I Really Am Too Young For Your Oganization
Someone at AARP thinks I'm old. Ok, I know I'm turning 27 in a little while but last I checked that was still pretty far from 50. Not according to AARP, though. They keep sending me letters and stuff trying to get me to sign up. Today I even received one that had a CARD in it! They said I just needed to pay and call to activate my account. WHAT? I'm not that old! Really!
On the other hand, my body thinks it is. I have worked out to the walking portion of my DVD these past two days and I am SORE and beat! (I think there's a chance that I'm getting a cold, so that's not helping the situation.) Branden came home today while I was getting my walk on. In a way, it was kinda embarrassing because he's never been home to see me do any of my exercises. On the other hand, I feel good knowing that now someone knows I'm not bluffing.
It's not that anyone has said to me, "Yeah, right, Amber! You probably haven't gone on even one walk!" No, quite the opposite. Everyone has been very supportive and I have heard that people are proud of me- I'm a little proud of me, too. :) But nobody has SEEN me do anything... Except for people who don't know me but drive past this chubby young woman walking at the side of the road and swinging her arms like a flailing-thing. Ok, so my arms are more in control than that, but I do swing them BIG time. Other than these people- who don't really count in my book- everyone has just accepted what I've said. And it's not that they shouldn't it's just... Nobody I know had witnessed anything till today when Branden walked in on me while I was doing toe taps to along with the DVD.
Now I'm seriously considering going to bed in the next hour or so. There's actually work for me this weekend so I can't afford to be sick. If things go the way I think they will, I will work about 20-22 hours in the next two days and we NEED that money. So, I think I shall say good-night, finish gathering the garbage- tomorrow is garbage day- and climb my aching body into bed. Good-night!
On the other hand, my body thinks it is. I have worked out to the walking portion of my DVD these past two days and I am SORE and beat! (I think there's a chance that I'm getting a cold, so that's not helping the situation.) Branden came home today while I was getting my walk on. In a way, it was kinda embarrassing because he's never been home to see me do any of my exercises. On the other hand, I feel good knowing that now someone knows I'm not bluffing.
It's not that anyone has said to me, "Yeah, right, Amber! You probably haven't gone on even one walk!" No, quite the opposite. Everyone has been very supportive and I have heard that people are proud of me- I'm a little proud of me, too. :) But nobody has SEEN me do anything... Except for people who don't know me but drive past this chubby young woman walking at the side of the road and swinging her arms like a flailing-thing. Ok, so my arms are more in control than that, but I do swing them BIG time. Other than these people- who don't really count in my book- everyone has just accepted what I've said. And it's not that they shouldn't it's just... Nobody I know had witnessed anything till today when Branden walked in on me while I was doing toe taps to along with the DVD.
Now I'm seriously considering going to bed in the next hour or so. There's actually work for me this weekend so I can't afford to be sick. If things go the way I think they will, I will work about 20-22 hours in the next two days and we NEED that money. So, I think I shall say good-night, finish gathering the garbage- tomorrow is garbage day- and climb my aching body into bed. Good-night!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
What a Glorious Day!
What a beautiful day! The sun is shining just the right amount, the snow is melting, the whole town smells like warmed over manure... Ok, so that's not a nice part of the day. I really don't like living here, by the way. :S
I was able to go for a walk this fine day without a hat or a scarf. This is the first time this has happened since I started exercising. It felt so GOOD to be out in this weather, relaxing (in a fast-paced-walking sort of way) and thinking about spring.
When I first began walking, my right knee was REALLY hurting. I was doing my best to keep up the pace, but my knee just didn't want to let me. Then something happened that has never happened before: About 20 minutes into the walk my knee STOPPED HURTING! Just stopped. It was so amazing that I actually noted it pretty much immediately and, even when I was thinking about it, the pain did not return! How great! I was able to walk faster and further. I started to feel really good.
For those of you who know me well, which is probably all of you, you know that I don't really enjoy exercising. It such a burden to have to find time in my day for something so un-enjoyable that I have made plenty of excuses to avoid actual planned exercise. Yes, the occasional walk- often in the middle of the night- can be considered fun and I don't mind walking home from work but EXERCISING!? Who wants to do that? Well, today I did. It made me feel awesome.
And while I was feeling awesome, I started to think about how much I like myself. I haven't felt like thinking about liking myself in a long time. I spent an entire 40 minutes thinking about how great it is to be me. Honestly, I had forgotten. With all the money problems and moving worries and everything else that gets in the way, I had forgotten that I can survive things, that I am strong, that I am beautiful- and not just in my own way! I am a great person to be! I felt so good when I got home! Everyone should spend a half hour or more thinking about how much they like themselves!
I took a shower and while in there I looked at the parts of myself that I am unhappy with and I told those parts that they are evicted! I am the boss of this facility and all those flabby, gross bits are going to pack their bags and leave. I then took the time to talk to the parts of myself that I don't dislike as much but still need to change and told them that they are going to shape up. I informed my arms that they will look as nice as they did when I was a bread baker lifting no less than 100-150 lb a day. I told my thighs and butt that they are going to firm up and look as good as they've ever looked. I told my right knee that it was going to get better, even if I had to get professional help. Then I told all the parts of me that I like how great they are. I told them that there may be some changes to them, but not be alarmed because it would all be for the best. I told myself again that I am beautiful and I can do this because I am IN CHARGE! I feel so empowered!
I don't know how long this feeling will last, but I hope I can recapture it when I start to feel frustrated. I hope this summer, when it's 100 degrees and I don't want to walk, that I will be able to look at this blog and say to myself, "You are a great person, you can do this and you are in charge!" And it will be motivation to get out there in my tank top- ok arms, we need to be ready by then- and work my butt, and gut, off! Right now, though, I feel incredible. Every one of you should try this. :)
I was able to go for a walk this fine day without a hat or a scarf. This is the first time this has happened since I started exercising. It felt so GOOD to be out in this weather, relaxing (in a fast-paced-walking sort of way) and thinking about spring.
When I first began walking, my right knee was REALLY hurting. I was doing my best to keep up the pace, but my knee just didn't want to let me. Then something happened that has never happened before: About 20 minutes into the walk my knee STOPPED HURTING! Just stopped. It was so amazing that I actually noted it pretty much immediately and, even when I was thinking about it, the pain did not return! How great! I was able to walk faster and further. I started to feel really good.
For those of you who know me well, which is probably all of you, you know that I don't really enjoy exercising. It such a burden to have to find time in my day for something so un-enjoyable that I have made plenty of excuses to avoid actual planned exercise. Yes, the occasional walk- often in the middle of the night- can be considered fun and I don't mind walking home from work but EXERCISING!? Who wants to do that? Well, today I did. It made me feel awesome.
And while I was feeling awesome, I started to think about how much I like myself. I haven't felt like thinking about liking myself in a long time. I spent an entire 40 minutes thinking about how great it is to be me. Honestly, I had forgotten. With all the money problems and moving worries and everything else that gets in the way, I had forgotten that I can survive things, that I am strong, that I am beautiful- and not just in my own way! I am a great person to be! I felt so good when I got home! Everyone should spend a half hour or more thinking about how much they like themselves!
I took a shower and while in there I looked at the parts of myself that I am unhappy with and I told those parts that they are evicted! I am the boss of this facility and all those flabby, gross bits are going to pack their bags and leave. I then took the time to talk to the parts of myself that I don't dislike as much but still need to change and told them that they are going to shape up. I informed my arms that they will look as nice as they did when I was a bread baker lifting no less than 100-150 lb a day. I told my thighs and butt that they are going to firm up and look as good as they've ever looked. I told my right knee that it was going to get better, even if I had to get professional help. Then I told all the parts of me that I like how great they are. I told them that there may be some changes to them, but not be alarmed because it would all be for the best. I told myself again that I am beautiful and I can do this because I am IN CHARGE! I feel so empowered!
I don't know how long this feeling will last, but I hope I can recapture it when I start to feel frustrated. I hope this summer, when it's 100 degrees and I don't want to walk, that I will be able to look at this blog and say to myself, "You are a great person, you can do this and you are in charge!" And it will be motivation to get out there in my tank top- ok arms, we need to be ready by then- and work my butt, and gut, off! Right now, though, I feel incredible. Every one of you should try this. :)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
More About Exercising
I didn't feel well yesterday. I don't really know why, I just felt gross in general. I slept most of the afternoon and evening and was still able to get almost 8 hours of sleep last night. Thankfully, I feel better today.
We exchanged my non-working exercise DVD before I crashed yesterday. Today I found out that this one only works in the DVD player in my laptop! At least it works SOMEWHERE. It will be interesting to try using my laptop for this purpose. The battery is bad so it has to be plugged in at all times or it turns off so I'll have to find a place that I can keep it plugged in and watch the relatively small screen while moving around. If this doesn't end up working, I will just do the exercise I found online. It's one that uses my weights and even though I can't do the lunges because of my knees- I tried and was thankful nobody was there to laugh when my knee gave out and I fell- it really works my arms and my thighs. It's more for toning but I need that, too, so I can do some aerobic part of the time and toning the other part.
I realize that I've been talking about exercise a lot recently, but I read somewhere that one way to stay on track is to check in with someone. So that's what I do here. I check in with you and myself. :)
We exchanged my non-working exercise DVD before I crashed yesterday. Today I found out that this one only works in the DVD player in my laptop! At least it works SOMEWHERE. It will be interesting to try using my laptop for this purpose. The battery is bad so it has to be plugged in at all times or it turns off so I'll have to find a place that I can keep it plugged in and watch the relatively small screen while moving around. If this doesn't end up working, I will just do the exercise I found online. It's one that uses my weights and even though I can't do the lunges because of my knees- I tried and was thankful nobody was there to laugh when my knee gave out and I fell- it really works my arms and my thighs. It's more for toning but I need that, too, so I can do some aerobic part of the time and toning the other part.
I realize that I've been talking about exercise a lot recently, but I read somewhere that one way to stay on track is to check in with someone. So that's what I do here. I check in with you and myself. :)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
My Attempt At Creative Pasta
In an effort to use food that we already have rather than go to the store, I have made this crazy angel hair garlic 'n' cheese for dinner tonight. In the process, I discovered that 2% milk doesn't make good cheese sauce when you're using real cheese. I ended up having to add a little Velveeta to the sauce to help get rid of the watery-ness. :S It worked but the sauce was still a little weird.
So we are eating/ate this crazy, somewhat lumpy and sorta goopey pasta for dinner. Branden says he likes it... I think he's being nice. On the other hand, he LOVES garlic so maybe that's why he likes it. I'm thinking that angel hair is too fine for this kind of thing and it probably would have worked better with spaghetti or even something more like, I don't know, macaroni? :P Of course, he don't HAVE macaroni, but we DO have 3/4 of a case of angel hair.
I got the recipe from this pretty awesome website called Super Cook. It's kinda fun. You just enter the ingredients you already have in your kitchen and it searches the internet for recipes that you can make. I've actually used it twice this week. The rice and beef casserole- or "hotdish" if you're from MN like Branden- worked out pretty well with very little effort. I'm excited to try more recipes!
So we are eating/ate this crazy, somewhat lumpy and sorta goopey pasta for dinner. Branden says he likes it... I think he's being nice. On the other hand, he LOVES garlic so maybe that's why he likes it. I'm thinking that angel hair is too fine for this kind of thing and it probably would have worked better with spaghetti or even something more like, I don't know, macaroni? :P Of course, he don't HAVE macaroni, but we DO have 3/4 of a case of angel hair.
I got the recipe from this pretty awesome website called Super Cook. It's kinda fun. You just enter the ingredients you already have in your kitchen and it searches the internet for recipes that you can make. I've actually used it twice this week. The rice and beef casserole- or "hotdish" if you're from MN like Branden- worked out pretty well with very little effort. I'm excited to try more recipes!
Forgetful Amber
Today I got off work early- that whole no work= no hours thing catching up to me. It's pretty cold outside but since I've missed some walking recently I knew I had to go. (Unfortunately, the DVD we purchased has no sound for some strange reason and I will have to see if I can return it.) While driving home I decided that to make today a little easier to do, I would have a destination and walk from my house to this destination and back.
So I chose the post office. We ordered a couple things that we need a little while ago- back when we felt like we had money- and they should be arriving any day. As soon as I got home I pulled on my backpack then grabbed my weights and headed off.
One note about the weights: I apparently have really wimpy arms right now. Within two blocks my arms were feeling it. My arms may be a little sore tomorrow but it will be worth it in the long run.
So I walked to the post office and on the way there I passed the library and realized that I had the wrong bag to have my library card. Too bad, because I want some new books to read. That's ok, tomorrow or Saturday I will plan to walk there and then carry around those books in my backpack for the rest of the walk. With that happy thought in mind, I continued on the the post office... And got there only to realize that I forgot my PO Box key! It was at house in my messenger bag along with my library card! I'm such a dork!
I took a slightly more round-about way back but had to give up on the weights and put them in my bag when I was still less than half-way home. Maybe next time I will be able to use them longer. I called Branden when I got here and it turns out he'd already stopped by the post office today, anyway.
So I chose the post office. We ordered a couple things that we need a little while ago- back when we felt like we had money- and they should be arriving any day. As soon as I got home I pulled on my backpack then grabbed my weights and headed off.
One note about the weights: I apparently have really wimpy arms right now. Within two blocks my arms were feeling it. My arms may be a little sore tomorrow but it will be worth it in the long run.
So I walked to the post office and on the way there I passed the library and realized that I had the wrong bag to have my library card. Too bad, because I want some new books to read. That's ok, tomorrow or Saturday I will plan to walk there and then carry around those books in my backpack for the rest of the walk. With that happy thought in mind, I continued on the the post office... And got there only to realize that I forgot my PO Box key! It was at house in my messenger bag along with my library card! I'm such a dork!
I took a slightly more round-about way back but had to give up on the weights and put them in my bag when I was still less than half-way home. Maybe next time I will be able to use them longer. I called Branden when I got here and it turns out he'd already stopped by the post office today, anyway.
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