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Sunday, April 09, 2006
The most amazing tennis shot EVER...
For about two seconds I seriously was Lindsey Davenport...or so I thought. Last Sunday, at about 5:30 p.m. Tim and I decided to stop being lazy and go play tennis. We play tennis a lot at nights and on weekends when we have time and want to get a good workout. Well, last week, about ten minutes in, I had this idea in my head that I was Lindsey Davenport. Unfortunately, I forgot that I'm not nearly as conditioned as her. So, Tim hit this shot into the back right corner of my side... in the prior shot I was in the front left corner. I zoomed to the shot and I GOT IT BACK (see, Lindsey, I'm telling you-it was amazing. Tim was impressed until what happened next...)
Well, after I had run to get the shot, my foot kept running right even though my body and my head were moving back towards the left. So I completely rolled my foot and wiped out. I'm not kidding when I say that this is probably one of the top 3 worst pains I've ever felt in my life (it hurt so bad that I was ignorant to the fact that I wiped out and was lying on the court with all of these strangers looking at me like, "why the hell did she even go for that shot?")
After about 15 minutes of just writhing on the court on my back in pain, I decided I would try to stand up... I'm tough. Some pro football player (Donovan McNabb?) played with a broken leg for a whole game, I could keep playing recreational tennis with a sprain, right? Once I TRIED to stand up I realized that this was possibly the worst thought I've ever had. As soon as I stood up, I blacked out. Sweet.
After about 30 minutes of standing up, almost blacking out, and sitting back down, I decided we weren't going to finish our match. I wasn't so sure about one-legged tennis. Problem number two now comes into play: I decided that we should ride our bikes to the courts as an additional workout. Ugh. So I attempted the ride home with one foot... I made it but it hurt like (words I will censor) and it was slow going.
We went home, put ice on it, elevated it, etc. I decided it wasn't broken even though I couldn't stand on it. Brilliant.
The next day, I could sort of walk and managed to drive. It gradually got better over the week but during the course of the week it was about 3 times the size of my other foot and purple. And still killed. It's better now but it still hurts and is still sort of swollen and purple.
So, that's the story of the amazing tennis shot I got back. For the two seconds that I was Lindsey Davenport, the after affects were totally worth it... it really was an incredible shot!
Well, after I had run to get the shot, my foot kept running right even though my body and my head were moving back towards the left. So I completely rolled my foot and wiped out. I'm not kidding when I say that this is probably one of the top 3 worst pains I've ever felt in my life (it hurt so bad that I was ignorant to the fact that I wiped out and was lying on the court with all of these strangers looking at me like, "why the hell did she even go for that shot?")
After about 15 minutes of just writhing on the court on my back in pain, I decided I would try to stand up... I'm tough. Some pro football player (Donovan McNabb?) played with a broken leg for a whole game, I could keep playing recreational tennis with a sprain, right? Once I TRIED to stand up I realized that this was possibly the worst thought I've ever had. As soon as I stood up, I blacked out. Sweet.
After about 30 minutes of standing up, almost blacking out, and sitting back down, I decided we weren't going to finish our match. I wasn't so sure about one-legged tennis. Problem number two now comes into play: I decided that we should ride our bikes to the courts as an additional workout. Ugh. So I attempted the ride home with one foot... I made it but it hurt like (words I will censor) and it was slow going.
We went home, put ice on it, elevated it, etc. I decided it wasn't broken even though I couldn't stand on it. Brilliant.
The next day, I could sort of walk and managed to drive. It gradually got better over the week but during the course of the week it was about 3 times the size of my other foot and purple. And still killed. It's better now but it still hurts and is still sort of swollen and purple.
So, that's the story of the amazing tennis shot I got back. For the two seconds that I was Lindsey Davenport, the after affects were totally worth it... it really was an incredible shot!
For my three readers...
Does anyone know how irritating it is that the dry cleaners are not open on Sundays and that they are not open past 7 p.m. on weeknights?
We have new info on our house and I still have yet to post about my amazing tennis shot last week... will post more later.
We have new info on our house and I still have yet to post about my amazing tennis shot last week... will post more later.
Friday, April 07, 2006
SERIOUSLY
I know I've been kind of on and off on this thing for the past few months but does anyone even read it? I feel like my time might be better spent if I kept a journal...
And apparently some people have a problem with my cussing. I am truly sorry if I offend anyone. I censor what I write pretty well but if it bothers anyone, feel free to not read. I reserve the right to post anything I want to post and if anyone has a problem with it, I apologize in advance, but it's just me. I respect everyone's opinion and if you do have an issue, please let me know. But also know that I'm not going to be someone I'm not. People should be open minded and accept me for who I am. If something as trivial as cussing changes anyone's opinion of my character then they are people who I do not wish to associate with. I do not like to be judged and I try not to judge. Cussing is not a reflection of who I am. It is simply words that I use to express myself. I also drink. And I don't want kids. And I'm not entirely sure if I believe in god (although I do think there is a higher power). But if those are the worst things about me, I'd still say I have a lot of things going for me: I treat people well, I'm good at my job, I volunteer, I cry when something touches me, I'm a good friend, I laugh, I live life, I love animals, I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt (sometimes I am too trusting). I will not drink, cuss, or discuss religious beliefs around anyone who I might offend. I will respect your values, beliefs, whatever but I require the same respect from anyone else. Just because I choose to do certain things does not make me a bad person.
And apparently some people have a problem with my cussing. I am truly sorry if I offend anyone. I censor what I write pretty well but if it bothers anyone, feel free to not read. I reserve the right to post anything I want to post and if anyone has a problem with it, I apologize in advance, but it's just me. I respect everyone's opinion and if you do have an issue, please let me know. But also know that I'm not going to be someone I'm not. People should be open minded and accept me for who I am. If something as trivial as cussing changes anyone's opinion of my character then they are people who I do not wish to associate with. I do not like to be judged and I try not to judge. Cussing is not a reflection of who I am. It is simply words that I use to express myself. I also drink. And I don't want kids. And I'm not entirely sure if I believe in god (although I do think there is a higher power). But if those are the worst things about me, I'd still say I have a lot of things going for me: I treat people well, I'm good at my job, I volunteer, I cry when something touches me, I'm a good friend, I laugh, I live life, I love animals, I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt (sometimes I am too trusting). I will not drink, cuss, or discuss religious beliefs around anyone who I might offend. I will respect your values, beliefs, whatever but I require the same respect from anyone else. Just because I choose to do certain things does not make me a bad person.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Today. is. April. 2.
And my question is: how the hell is it already April?
I got on the computer to balance the checkbook/spreadsheet thing that I use to keep track of our money. I've been neglecting it since the middle of March. I keep paying bills, transfering money to saving, and buying stuff... it's kind of exhilirating to not even care how much money I have and to do it anyway. Probably not the best tactic in the long run. I developed this huge spreadsheet in excel that breaks out expenses by month, that reconciles what I say our cash balance is to the bank, and that tracks our expenses on a daily basis. Probably a lot like Microsoft money but I feel so much cooler because it's my own invention. And it's color coded. Way cool, let me tell you. I totally am a nerd. Anyway, point is, I'm not balancing the checkbook. I hereby declare myself queen of procrastination.
Last night was fun...Tim and I went out with a group of people and had a blast. We met a few really nice people that I can't wait to hang out with again.
I am so sick of drama at work. I swear to god, every week there's some kind of new drama... I've been the subject of a couple of office gossip/rumors, myself. (That, I might mention, sort of got blown up into an unbelievable scope). Anyway, I lost a friend of mine at work yesterday (I guess not that good of a friend, apparently). I was told something in confidence a while ago (which, really, in my opinion shouldn't be that confident...he's getting screwed, if people knew about it, they'd have his back). Long story short, he emailed me again Friday with additional news about this thing, I was pissed off about it, and I reacted outloud. The girl I'm working with noticed, asked, and pressed for details. She reminds me so much of one of my friends back home that I told her (and the confidential thing is about work, so yes, that was STUPID). Oh, and did I mention that she is really close friends with this guy's girlfriend? Ugh. IDIOT. She has no loyalty to me to not tell him that I told her. So she will tell the girlfriend that I know, which will lead to problems in the relationship (why does Jenn know? why are you talking to Jenn?) and will then proceed to tell the guy not to talk to me because I can't be trusted. So, that really blows. I feel so terrible and guilty about it. But it's not like I told anyone else.... I told one of his friends. In a moment of weakness. I guess I feel so bad about it because that's something I try to never do. But I also guess that if he's not going to forgive me and be my friend then he was never really a friend anyway. It still totally sucks. And I feel so unbelievably terrible. I was so angry for him and I just needed to tell someone. I should have just called Tim. He has no attachments to the situation. So I feel awful. But really, I guess the dude was never really a friend anyway if he can just walk away and not care even though I was telling someone who was equally as angry and who equally had his back as much. I guess I betrayed his trust though, and apparently that can't be forgiven.
See what I mean? DRAMA. I am sick of feeling like I'm back in high school and there's all of these problems, these issues, gossip and crap. I just want to go to work, to be a good person, to be good at my job, to not piss anyone off, to get along with my co-workers and to just work. I am sick of this shit! MORAL OF THE STORY: don't start gossip and DO NOT redistribute gossip. It's stupid, it's petty, it's annoying, and it hurts people. And it ultimately causes you to lose friends. Do not get involved with gossip. It just flat out sucks.
I got on the computer to balance the checkbook/spreadsheet thing that I use to keep track of our money. I've been neglecting it since the middle of March. I keep paying bills, transfering money to saving, and buying stuff... it's kind of exhilirating to not even care how much money I have and to do it anyway. Probably not the best tactic in the long run. I developed this huge spreadsheet in excel that breaks out expenses by month, that reconciles what I say our cash balance is to the bank, and that tracks our expenses on a daily basis. Probably a lot like Microsoft money but I feel so much cooler because it's my own invention. And it's color coded. Way cool, let me tell you. I totally am a nerd. Anyway, point is, I'm not balancing the checkbook. I hereby declare myself queen of procrastination.
Last night was fun...Tim and I went out with a group of people and had a blast. We met a few really nice people that I can't wait to hang out with again.
I am so sick of drama at work. I swear to god, every week there's some kind of new drama... I've been the subject of a couple of office gossip/rumors, myself. (That, I might mention, sort of got blown up into an unbelievable scope). Anyway, I lost a friend of mine at work yesterday (I guess not that good of a friend, apparently). I was told something in confidence a while ago (which, really, in my opinion shouldn't be that confident...he's getting screwed, if people knew about it, they'd have his back). Long story short, he emailed me again Friday with additional news about this thing, I was pissed off about it, and I reacted outloud. The girl I'm working with noticed, asked, and pressed for details. She reminds me so much of one of my friends back home that I told her (and the confidential thing is about work, so yes, that was STUPID). Oh, and did I mention that she is really close friends with this guy's girlfriend? Ugh. IDIOT. She has no loyalty to me to not tell him that I told her. So she will tell the girlfriend that I know, which will lead to problems in the relationship (why does Jenn know? why are you talking to Jenn?) and will then proceed to tell the guy not to talk to me because I can't be trusted. So, that really blows. I feel so terrible and guilty about it. But it's not like I told anyone else.... I told one of his friends. In a moment of weakness. I guess I feel so bad about it because that's something I try to never do. But I also guess that if he's not going to forgive me and be my friend then he was never really a friend anyway. It still totally sucks. And I feel so unbelievably terrible. I was so angry for him and I just needed to tell someone. I should have just called Tim. He has no attachments to the situation. So I feel awful. But really, I guess the dude was never really a friend anyway if he can just walk away and not care even though I was telling someone who was equally as angry and who equally had his back as much. I guess I betrayed his trust though, and apparently that can't be forgiven.
See what I mean? DRAMA. I am sick of feeling like I'm back in high school and there's all of these problems, these issues, gossip and crap. I just want to go to work, to be a good person, to be good at my job, to not piss anyone off, to get along with my co-workers and to just work. I am sick of this shit! MORAL OF THE STORY: don't start gossip and DO NOT redistribute gossip. It's stupid, it's petty, it's annoying, and it hurts people. And it ultimately causes you to lose friends. Do not get involved with gossip. It just flat out sucks.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
An indication of a day in my life...oh wait, I don't have a life right now...
I am complaining again. I apologize but this is getting flat out ridiculous.
I got to the client's at 8:15 this morning (woke up at 6 a.m.-got to sleep in since the client is closer to home!) Left the client's at 6 p.m. to start my day at the office. It is now 9 p.m. and I am still at the office and no closer to being finished.
The only thing that makes me feel better is that I am not the only one still here. GROAN.
I got to the client's at 8:15 this morning (woke up at 6 a.m.-got to sleep in since the client is closer to home!) Left the client's at 6 p.m. to start my day at the office. It is now 9 p.m. and I am still at the office and no closer to being finished.
The only thing that makes me feel better is that I am not the only one still here. GROAN.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Ass slapping, mexican food and impulsive arms...
I smacked a guy in the ass today at lunch. I wish I could say I did it on purpose to create dropped jaws and "YEAH RIGHT" moments, but I can't. It was an accident. But funny, nonetheless. Especially since I think he liked it. He looked at me for a second, grinned, and said, "Thanks for that...I needed a good slap in the ass." And right then and there I turned so red that my face exploded and I died. It would have been different if it was a grandpa or something. But NO, my arm chooses to jut out involuntarily into the ass of a rather hot 30 some year old. At least the arm has good taste, I guess.
Quote of the day
"People have this idea that what they do changes who they are... but really, you do what you do. Not without consequences for other people, of course, sometimes very grave ones. But it's not very helpful to regard your choices as a series of right or wrong moves. They don't define you as much as you define them."
-Ann Packer
-Ann Packer
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Broken phones and such
Last weekend a few of our friends from college were in town to hang out with us and to watch some spring training baseball games. It was so awesome to have them here!! They got in on Friday night and left Tuesday night so we had quite a bit of time with them. I felt bad because I still had to work while they were here (even Saturday) but I put in less hours so I could see them more...
I think they had fun hanging with us... maybe they'll even move to Phoenix-that would be awesome! Anyway, Saturday night we all went down to the pool here and grilled out and hung out. Last weekend was freezing here (like 50s and 60s and a little rainy) so I decided I was not going to get in the pool or hot tub because it was so cold. I wore jeans and a sweater. Everyone else decided to wear swim trunks... apparently 60s felt warm to them. Anyway, for whatever reason (we won't go into details), I eventually made the intelligent decision to jump into the pool with all of my clothes on... oh, and did I mention that my phone was in my pocket? Brilliant. So, when I eventually realized that indeeed, my phone WAS in my pocket, it was too late. It died. It was a sad, sad day in the life of my phone. Hopefully I'll be able to at least get the numbers out of it eventually...we're hoping it just needs a new battery.
Anyway, we had a few pretty late nights with our friends so I was pretty tired all week...but it was so worth it just to be able to see them. Friday night, though, I slept for 11 hours...I think that I was catching up from the lack of sleep in the beginning of the week. I can't remember the last time I slept more than 8 hours... it was very weird.
Anyway, we love vistors...so anyone who has not come to see us, come right away! Well, maybe if you want to see more of me, come after about May 15th. I think we are pretty fun people... I jumped in a pool with all of my clothes on just in an attempt to entertain my guests (and I think it worked!) Anyway, it was so good to see friends... as much as we love Phoenix, it's hard to not be around our friends. And even though I know we'll continue to build relationships here, it's not the same as the people we've known for several years. At least we still see them every once in a while and when we do, it's like we've never spent any time apart. So, I guess it all works out...
And as a sidenote, can anyone else get their head around the fact that it's the freakin end of March? I'm not kidding when I say the first three months of the year felt like 3 weeks. I have no idea where they went or what I did. Oh wait. I worked. Right. But still...unbelievable. The end of March?? What?? Astounding.
I think they had fun hanging with us... maybe they'll even move to Phoenix-that would be awesome! Anyway, Saturday night we all went down to the pool here and grilled out and hung out. Last weekend was freezing here (like 50s and 60s and a little rainy) so I decided I was not going to get in the pool or hot tub because it was so cold. I wore jeans and a sweater. Everyone else decided to wear swim trunks... apparently 60s felt warm to them. Anyway, for whatever reason (we won't go into details), I eventually made the intelligent decision to jump into the pool with all of my clothes on... oh, and did I mention that my phone was in my pocket? Brilliant. So, when I eventually realized that indeeed, my phone WAS in my pocket, it was too late. It died. It was a sad, sad day in the life of my phone. Hopefully I'll be able to at least get the numbers out of it eventually...we're hoping it just needs a new battery.
Anyway, we had a few pretty late nights with our friends so I was pretty tired all week...but it was so worth it just to be able to see them. Friday night, though, I slept for 11 hours...I think that I was catching up from the lack of sleep in the beginning of the week. I can't remember the last time I slept more than 8 hours... it was very weird.
Anyway, we love vistors...so anyone who has not come to see us, come right away! Well, maybe if you want to see more of me, come after about May 15th. I think we are pretty fun people... I jumped in a pool with all of my clothes on just in an attempt to entertain my guests (and I think it worked!) Anyway, it was so good to see friends... as much as we love Phoenix, it's hard to not be around our friends. And even though I know we'll continue to build relationships here, it's not the same as the people we've known for several years. At least we still see them every once in a while and when we do, it's like we've never spent any time apart. So, I guess it all works out...
And as a sidenote, can anyone else get their head around the fact that it's the freakin end of March? I'm not kidding when I say the first three months of the year felt like 3 weeks. I have no idea where they went or what I did. Oh wait. I worked. Right. But still...unbelievable. The end of March?? What?? Astounding.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
New profession
As we were driving home tonight after a long day of work for me (fantasy baseball for Tim), shopping, and dinner, I had this revelation: I totally should change my profession and become a DJ. If I were a DJ, I would know every song in the world. And that would save me from the annoyance of hearing awesome songs on the radio just to wonder for the next year what the hell they even are. So, new life plan: become a DJ. Or perhaps I should become a bartender or waitress in some exotic place: like Hawaii or Greece. I wouldn't make as much money but for some reason that sounds like such a trip. I would totally do it.
And if I chose one of those professions, I wouldn't care about the money because I would have so much spare time that I could actually work out. Imagine that. I can't even fathom the fact that I would have that kind of time...time to actually take care of myself, my life, my body? Sounds freakin amazing. No 5-10 pound weight gain because of constant dining out, sitting on the ass all day and zippo working out? Fan-freakin-tastic. And I wouldn't care about suburbia life. No mortgage, no car...I would live in a hip little apartment on the beach and be able to walk to work. Sigh...
I am completely beyond stressed. I'm sick of busy season, I'm sick of crack head clients (with the one client I'm dealing with right now, I'm thinking about writing a point in our report that we issue that we recommend he take yoga. Some diaphramatic breathing would probably improve his frazzled freak show life exponentially). I have been so unmotivated the last couple of days that I'm making it worse because I'm procrastinating and therefore screwing myself. So, DJ or jet away to Hawaii/Greece/Australia to have a pointless job for a few years... sounds perfect. Although, I really, really do like my job here...it's credible and I feel like I'm doing some sort of good, I love my boss and the people I work with... and I do like our life here. And I actually do like busy season... I'm just having issue after issue with the current client... Once I get that wrapped up, I'll feel so much better. And after that, only 7 more weeks of busy season. Although I really do wish I knew every cool song in the world and that I lived in an exotic place... maybe I could be a part time DJ or maybe someday I'll move to somewhere exotic... hmmm...
And if I chose one of those professions, I wouldn't care about the money because I would have so much spare time that I could actually work out. Imagine that. I can't even fathom the fact that I would have that kind of time...time to actually take care of myself, my life, my body? Sounds freakin amazing. No 5-10 pound weight gain because of constant dining out, sitting on the ass all day and zippo working out? Fan-freakin-tastic. And I wouldn't care about suburbia life. No mortgage, no car...I would live in a hip little apartment on the beach and be able to walk to work. Sigh...
I am completely beyond stressed. I'm sick of busy season, I'm sick of crack head clients (with the one client I'm dealing with right now, I'm thinking about writing a point in our report that we issue that we recommend he take yoga. Some diaphramatic breathing would probably improve his frazzled freak show life exponentially). I have been so unmotivated the last couple of days that I'm making it worse because I'm procrastinating and therefore screwing myself. So, DJ or jet away to Hawaii/Greece/Australia to have a pointless job for a few years... sounds perfect. Although, I really, really do like my job here...it's credible and I feel like I'm doing some sort of good, I love my boss and the people I work with... and I do like our life here. And I actually do like busy season... I'm just having issue after issue with the current client... Once I get that wrapped up, I'll feel so much better. And after that, only 7 more weeks of busy season. Although I really do wish I knew every cool song in the world and that I lived in an exotic place... maybe I could be a part time DJ or maybe someday I'll move to somewhere exotic... hmmm...
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Update...
So what have I done in the last month? I can't believe I seriously haven't posted in a month! Holy cow...where does time go? All I've really done is worked. I really can't complain because this busy for me is probably not all that busy for other crazy professions (like doctors/residents) who work insane amounts of hours on a yearly basis. I've been leaving my house at around 7 a.m. every morning and I get home around 8 at night (except for Wednesday of last week when I achieved a new record. I left my house at 7 a.m., got home at 10:30 p.m. and I was at a client's until 10 p.m. Insane). On Saturdays I leave my house around 9:30 a.m. and get home around 4:30 p.m. I rather like being busy, though, so really, I'm not complaining. And I really like the people I'm working with along with the work I do. The past two weeks, I haven't been doing audits but I've been sent out on reviews (a step below an audit) by myself. I'm told that it's good that they think I'm competant enough to do these reviews. There are people at my level that have been there 1-2 years longer than me that they don't send out alone... so I guess I'm finding that I'm not to bad at what I do...always a good thing. I'm just amazed that I am capable of putting in these long hours (something I never thought I would do) and that I'm actually enjoying it. I've definitely had my stressed out, freaked out moments but other than those, everything is great.
Our house seems to be coming along well... Last week we had windows, bathtubs, and the ventilation stuff. We went by yesterday and there was even more progress. I'll post more pics later from this week's progress.
I feel bad that I have nothing interesting to say. I'm serious when I say all I do is work. Lame, I know. I haven't even had time to exercise. UGH. I've gained icky weight. Not much, but it still makes me mad. But I know once things slow down, I will be able to get back into more of a routine.
Last Sunday Tim and I went to a spring training baseball game. We went to the stadium in Surprise (just north of us) where the Rangers and Royals play. The Royals weren't playing last Sunday so we went to a Rangers and Brewers game. We bought the most expensive tickets ($20 a pop 3 rows behind home plate-I couldn't believe how awesome the seats were and how cheap the expensive tickets were...spring training is cool!) Anyway, we were kind of in the shade behind home plate and even though it was like 75 degrees last Sunday, we were freezing! So in about the 3rd inning we moved out to the outfield and sat in the sun...
Yesterday was completely surreal. We haven't had rain here in 143 days and yesterday it rained ALL DAY. It was amazing. I think we ended up getting over 2 inches. I haven't seen rain since September. I can't say I missed it that much but we did really need it and it was a nice change of pace for a day. Along with the rain came freezing cold! Yesterday the high was only 46 (the coldest I've ever seen it here) and this morning when we woke up it was 40 degrees and felt like 33-we actually had a windchill! It snowed a foot or more just 40 minutes north of here...amazing!
Anyway, enjoy the pics below.
Our house seems to be coming along well... Last week we had windows, bathtubs, and the ventilation stuff. We went by yesterday and there was even more progress. I'll post more pics later from this week's progress.
I feel bad that I have nothing interesting to say. I'm serious when I say all I do is work. Lame, I know. I haven't even had time to exercise. UGH. I've gained icky weight. Not much, but it still makes me mad. But I know once things slow down, I will be able to get back into more of a routine.
Last Sunday Tim and I went to a spring training baseball game. We went to the stadium in Surprise (just north of us) where the Rangers and Royals play. The Royals weren't playing last Sunday so we went to a Rangers and Brewers game. We bought the most expensive tickets ($20 a pop 3 rows behind home plate-I couldn't believe how awesome the seats were and how cheap the expensive tickets were...spring training is cool!) Anyway, we were kind of in the shade behind home plate and even though it was like 75 degrees last Sunday, we were freezing! So in about the 3rd inning we moved out to the outfield and sat in the sun...
Yesterday was completely surreal. We haven't had rain here in 143 days and yesterday it rained ALL DAY. It was amazing. I think we ended up getting over 2 inches. I haven't seen rain since September. I can't say I missed it that much but we did really need it and it was a nice change of pace for a day. Along with the rain came freezing cold! Yesterday the high was only 46 (the coldest I've ever seen it here) and this morning when we woke up it was 40 degrees and felt like 33-we actually had a windchill! It snowed a foot or more just 40 minutes north of here...amazing!
Anyway, enjoy the pics below.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
No postings in ALMOST a month...
Does that give anyone an indication of the current status of my life?
Completely and totally out of control. Ugh.
Someday soon I will return...I hope.
Completely and totally out of control. Ugh.
Someday soon I will return...I hope.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
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