I feel ya, Bella. I really, really do.
(If you can’t tell from the picture, that’s an air vent that she’s laying on. Smart dog.)
I’ve been on a hiatus of sorts this past week. From running, from blogging, from doing just about anything enjoyable. It’s been a craptastic week. Lots of long hours at the office, including one 13-hour workday doing a city route inspection in Memphis on a 10-mile walking route in the 106-degree heat. I’m not fussing about the route or the heat. I did it one day. These peeps do it 5 and 6 days a week! My only gripe is that I’m salary, so I basically donated 5 hours of my time.
I haven’t run since last Saturday morning, when I got up at the buttcrack of dawn to beat the heat and did 6 miles. I’ve just been pulled in so many directions, and it’s been so miserably hot (we were under a heat advisory the vast majority of the week), and I really just haven’t felt good physically (TMI alert! You know that thing most ladies do once a month? Yeah, I do it about once a year, and when I do it’s a BITCH. It just takes a lot out of me, and I’ve been dealing with that this week), and well honestly my heart just was not in it.
Things are looking up now though! Hubby and I went out last night with my Vegas marathon running partner and her husband, and talking about the race has really got me super excited to get back into training. I still was not quite there physically today. I actually slept good portion of the day. But I’m feeling a little spunkier tonight, so hopefully I’ll be ready to hit the pavement in the morning before church. I’m at least gonna get out there and I’ll just play it by ear and run as much as my body will allow.
There WAS one thing that happened this week that I feel I should share. Because what good is it making an idiot of yourself if you don’t tell everyone about it and let them get a good laugh at your expense?
I drove to Memphis Wednesday evening because I had to be there early Thursday morning and it’s a 2.5-hr drive. I got a hotel recommendation from the inspection team leader and made a reservation for the Homewood Suites on Poplar Avenue. I’m not familiar at all with the area, so I just GPS’d it. I was listening to the directions, and when it said “Arriving at destination on left.” I looked to the left and saw a sign that said Homewood Suites and cut into the parking lot. I parked the truck, grabbed my bag, and went into the lobby where I told the lady behind the desk that I was there to check and that I had a reservation under French. She typed something on her computer and said, “I don’t have anything under French.”
Me: blank stare
Clerk: Could it have been put under another name?
Clerk: Maybe it was misspelled. What is your first name?
Clerk: *typing* No, ma’am, I’m sorry, I don’t have a reservation under that name. Do you have your confirmation number?
Me: Yes, I do. It’s written on a notepad at home on my sofa table 150 miles northeast of here.
Clerk: Do you remember when you made your reservation?
Clerk: Can you hold on for just one moment? *answers phone* Thank you for calling Holiday Inn. How can I help you?
Me: *put credit card back in wallet, put wallet back in purse, and stand there laughing*
Clerk: (Now off phone) I’m sorry. Do you remember when you made your reservation?
Me: *shaking head and laughing* You just answered my question and made me feel like an idiot all at the same time.
Clerk: *puzzled look*
Me: When you answered the phone, you said, “Thank you for calling Holiday Inn.” My reservation is at Homewood Suites.
Clerk: *laughs hysterially*
But really. Who can blame her?
Without further adu, I give you my fridge:
In the first picture we have on the …
Top shelf – Organic cage-free eggs, organic milk, and Jack Daniels Lynchburg Lemonade. I’m pretty sure it’s not organic.
Second shelf – Unsalted butter, flax seed oil, a little bowl with some dog treats in it, Body Balance, almond butter, Country Crock, and Michelob Ultra.
Third shelf – Leftover mashed taters (that I’m quite certain would probably smell pretty funky by now), a roll of ground beef for burgers tomorrow night, and a little dab of sweet tea that needs to be poured out and the pitcher washed.
In the drawers is your typical stuff…cheese, veggies, fruits, etc.
In the second picture we have EVERY TYPE OF CONDIMENT IMAGINEABLE. And most of them are still actually within their expiration dates!
Steak sauce, marinades, worcestershire sauce, wasabi sauce, bbq sauce, grape jelly, pickles, wing sauce, tobasco sauce, various salad dressings, mayo, mustard, organic ketchup (hey, I’m cutting out HFCS everywhere I can!), olives, pepperocinis, lemon and lime juice, a dry red wine for cooking, and Hubby’s ever-present Coca-Cola.
And for the Q&A portion of the game…
*** What are a few things you like in there? Well, I guess everything. Else it wouldn’t be in my fridge.
*** What can’t you live without in it? The adult beverages.
*** What should you live without that’s in it currently? The adult beverages.
*** What do you wish was in it? More adult beverages. Specifically Fat Tire. I have fallen in love with Fat Tire this summer!
About this time yesterday afternoon a good little thundershower came through and cooled things off by about 15 degrees. Just as it was letting up, I threw on my Mizunos. I was determined to take advantage of the overcast skies and get in a few miles. It was still very sauna-esque (literally steam coming off the asphalt), but it was doable. I put in a quality four miles. I NEEDED that.
As I was walking back up the driveway I grabbed the mail out of the mailbox. I didn’t even pause to look at it. I tossed it on the kitchen counter and headed directly to the shower. By the time I got out, Dewayne had come home and opened a letter addressed to him from some lawyer’s office. It was an unexpected check for $35! Score! It was a settlement in a class-action lawsuit against Yahoo. I vaguely remembered filling out one of those little postcards, too, when I got it in the mail a few months ago telling me that I was possibly eligible for a portion of the settlement. I quickly riffled through the junk mail and found an identical check addressed to me! DOUBLE SCORE! I’ve gotten class-action settlement checks before, but I think the most I’ve ever gotten out of one was approximately $0.76.
Don’t you just love free money?! 🙂
As visions of Sweaty Bands and and recovery socks danced in my head, I opened the rest of the mail. One envelope in particular was from Wells Fargo, our mortgager. I get things from them from time to time, so it didn’t strike me as significant–until I opened it and found ANOTHER unexpected check for $150!!! We overpaid our escrow this year, so we got the overpayment back AND our payment is going down by about $10 a month! TRIPLE SCORE!!!!! I’m just gonna send that right back to them and put it on the principal, but STILL.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to wander around the WalMart parking lot picking up stray $20 bills.
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This post is dedicated to many of my fellow bloggers. (You know who you are.) The ones who post pictures of themselves after races, and they’re all “Oooooo, look at me, I just ran a marathon and I don’t have a hair out of place, my mascara didn’t run, and my cheeks are just barely flushed.”
THIS is what four miles in a 97-degree heat index looks like!
How else are you supposed to know you accomplished something???
I love my husband. I really, really, really do. He’s my best friend in the whole world, my soul mate, and the love of my life. But some of the things he does drive me absolutely INSANE! At the very top of this relatively short list is this: I hate clutter, and HE. IS. A. SLOB. I’m not talking about as far as his PERSON goes. He is always very well put together–hair and clothes and such. I’m talking about his personal space. He does pretty good about keeping his messes in the general living area that we share to a minimum. But there are parts of the house that I consider to be HIS. He has HIS garage, HIS media room, and HIS shipping room. I don’t even like to look at these spaces, much less go in them. And God forbid I try to clean any of them. They might be a disaster area, but he knows exactly where everything is. So I let him have his space in which to relish in his slobbiness.
He repairs and builds computers, so there are forever computer guts strewn all over it. What can I say, though? It makes him a living!
Again, work related. Most of the computers that he builds end up being sold on eBay. Hence the need for a shipping room. Likewise, most of the parts that he buys are bought online and shipped to him, so he has a huge stockpile of boxes. Some get reused, but most end up going to the recycling facility.
The hubby is also a licensed electrical contractor. The garage is where all of his electrical tools and supplies live.
So what about you guys? Does your significant other/kid/roommate have a habit or hobby that drives you nuts?
I’ve got a $10 card to P.F. Changs that I’ll never use. Anybody want it? First person to claim it gets it.
I am quite possibly the only person that hasn’t done this yet. My reading list has been flooded by Versatile Blogger posts the past couple of weeks. I love reading them and finding out more about you guys, so I’ll humor Adam, who tagged me, and post a list of my own.
1. I hate clutter. Can’t stand it. I don’t have a lot of knickknacks sitting around, and I have very little stuff on my walls. My husband, on the other hand, is a freakin’ slob. This actually just gave me an idea for a post. More on this to come…
2. I’m a stickler for correct spelling and punctuation. I have to resist the urge to grade my friends’ facebook status updates. I get it from my Dad. I think he has actually marked up the local newspaper with red ink and mailed it back to them.
3. I hate to dress up for work. I get filthy working the mail, and I am NOT ruining good clothes! Most Postmasters wear business attire to work. I wear a Postal t-shirt, khaki Aeropostale uniform pants, and tennis shoes. It’s a small town–who am I trying to impress?
4. I watched Porky’s for the first time on the laptop on the plane ride home from Cabo last week. I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard at a movie.
5. I have really gotten into earrings and fingernail polish lately.
6. I think one of the funniest sitcoms ever made was All in the Family. I am working on the DVD series collection.
7. We bought a used futon off Craigslist this weekend for the dogs. They now have their own bedroom complete with their own furniture.