Hey Everyone...guilt is eating away at me like raging fire ants biting at my flesh. I'm so sorry I haven't been by your blogs lately. It's been hard enough just keeping up with writing my own random twice a week (approximately?) posts. I know, I know what a horrible excuse for a blogger, Iam! I really do apologize.
Life has been crazy, both in work and out. In work, I'm lucky I get five minutes to BREATHE, the past few weeks. I literally told my boss today "I'm taking five. See ya." and off I went to satisfy my pms-craving for salty and sweet with some peanut m-n-m's. Then I ambled to my friend's office where we were able to shoot the shit for a bit and I managed to breathe in MULTIPLE much-needed gasps of air. And life on the home front has been crazy as well. Even though summer is drawing to a close, our social life sure isn't! Geez...I'm thinking of taking a hiatus from insane-weekend plans. After this weekend, of course, since we have tons of totally fun things planned. Ack. On one hand, I love having such freakin' kick-ass friends that we can hang out with on a regular basis (and also fun company functions since this weekend is Daryl's work picnic at Sturbridge Village) but at the same time, it's not till both Big D and I start to feel overwhelmed that I realize I shoudl curtail it back. And to think, the holiday season is around the corner?? SCARY. And then poor Big D went to the doctor's office today cuz he's been having some issues and come to find out it's most likely that he has to pass a kidney stone. Ugh! I feel bad for him. I hope it goes as quickly and painlessly as is possible!
Oh and me trying to get to the gym lately? Shit, yeah, that's a joke. I went yesterday for the first time in AGES and was so stinkin' proud of myself...until five minutes into my walk I thought frantically to myself, "Did I lock the truck?" Considering my purse was in there as well as important personal documents, and add the fact that we do after all live (and work out!) in the ghetto, I started to sweat. And not from the walking. I left the treadmill running, hopped off keys in hand, and ran to the nearest window to hit the clicker that locks my doors. My headlights did not flash as usual so I figured I was too far away for it to work. I hopped back on the treadmill, hastily trying to convince myself that all was fine and most likely I had in fact locked the doors--but another five minutes later ended up ripping off my earphones in frustration. "Did I lock it? Why can't I remember? Is someone stealing my purse? Or the truck?" Yes, you may call it paranoia, but for someone who has now had a home AND vehicle broken into in the past 3 years, I felt I had a valid fear. So twenty minutes into my walk, as I re-read the same paragraph for about the zillionth time in my newest Jodi Picoult book, I gave up and left the gym. Twenty freakin' minutes into my work out. *SIGH*