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What's A Routine?

2008-09-02T23:09:00.002-06:00

What a great Labor Day weekend. Details and pictures to come, but it was good despite some inclement weather and I'm alive despite starting down a class 3 rapids backwards. I'm here with no vacations in my foreseeable future. I'm trying to buckle down and figure out a "routine" and get back on my half-marathon training schedule. It is on October 19th, so I have some time. In other news, it is getting cold here. I have mixed feeling about this. Real update to follow, in the meantime, here is a picture of Chris and me from this weekend to tide you over.

OMG, The Cuteness

2008-08-28T23:39:00.002-06:00

Well tomorrow we are off for our kayaking trip. I'm super excited, and also hoping nothing goes wrong and that we all come back alive. Heh. To keep you amused in my absence, here is a video of my super adorable nieces sharing their political views with you.

Click here for awesomeness.

Feel free to send that link along. If you have kids and you wanna make a video, send it to me, at the email address here or there, and I'll post it.

Have a great Labor Day! Memorial Day seems like it was both yesterday and 5 years ago.

Really Living Up To That Title

2008-08-26T22:18:00.003-06:00

Okay you guys. I was on vacation 2 weeks/weekends ago (Oregon), last weekend (Phoenix), and I will be this weekend (Green River), too. I'm not complaining (AT ALL), just explaining. That should be my life's motto.

So yeah, I'm happy tired, and behind on everything cause I have pesky things like work and whatnot that I've been dealing with between trips. This weekend we are going with a bunch of friends to kayak the Green River near Flaming Gorge. I'm super excited, it's gonna be 3 days camping and floating on the river, and when we get back it will be my birthday month.

I've had such a great summer, this will be a great way to see it out. I really feel like I've gained some perspective (gag) this summer and am more aware of what I want from life. And possibly more importantly, what I don't want from life. Crazy.

When I get back, pics galore, I promise.

Worst Blogger Ever

2008-08-22T17:13:00.002-06:00

So we went to Oregon August 13th to the 17th and camped and rafted on the Deschutes River and saw Crater Lake and hung out with Chris' awesome friend Nate and his fiance in Portland. Then I was home for 3 short days before I left to come to Phoenix to have a girls' weekend with my sister and her gorgeous daughters. So I haven't had time to blog or put up pictures, but I will. But for now I am going to go swimming with these cuties, so I must go. Just wanted to let you know that I'm alive. And am having the best summer of my life (I say that every summer, but it's true!) and to top it all off my birthday THREE WEEKS from Sunday. Twenty-nine, I am so ready for you. I need to work on my list of Things To Do Before I'm Thirty, like a little mini-bucket list. I'll post it here. (Pretend to be excited.) But for real, gotta go get my water wings on now.

Time, It's Not So Much On My Side

2008-08-11T20:29:00.002-06:00

My work week ended on Thursday last week, so I took the evening to get a pedicure with Jo and then drink wine with Jo, Pat and Chris. I slept in blessedly late on Friday, late enough that I felt guilty and had a SUPER productive afternoon as a result. I mowed the yard, washed the shelves in the fridge (Chris' comment: WITH SOAP??), busted up some cement out back, and did a 9 mile run. No, that is not a typo. In a shocking turn of events, my body didn't completely shut down afterwards, and I even managed to take a shower and then meet Scott and Jessica at Brewvies to see Hellboy II. I would not recommend seeing this movie. Even if there is beer involved. You can file that under: the things I do for the sake of my marriage.

In an attempt to redeem myself from the day before, I got up at 8am on Saturday. I went for run, although a super short one. Then I cleaned up and headed North for my friend Melody's baby shower. I have to confess that I have never been to a baby shower, and it was really fun. I went to her house afterwards to oooh and aaah at the baby's room and clothes and the remodeling they have done on their house since I last went there.

After the Northern Excursion we met Scott and Jessica and their boys for a baseball game. We sat in the grass, and it rained lightly and lightninged far away. We drank beer and ate garlic fries and I rolled down the hill and totally flashed my boob to minors, on accident. We took the train home, at which point I declared myself too tired to walk. Chris motioned to a shopping cart that had seemingly magically appeared and said, jovially, "Well, hop in!!" Then he pushed me all the way home. I love a good-natured drunk.

We slept late on Sunday, since it was Chris' only day this week that he didn't have to work, and then met Steph and Tom to play golf at 1pm. We had so much fun, and I actually didn't do horribly! I shot a 64 on 9 holes (losing to Chris by 3 strokes) and drank 3.5 beers. That second stat is just as important as the first.

Spoiled, Lucky, or Smart?

2008-08-09T23:19:00.008-06:00

Chris pushed me all the way home from the train stop in a shopping cart tonight.

Holy Slacker, Batman!

2008-08-06T23:04:00.004-06:00

Kind of an appropriate title since once of the things I've done since I last posted is see the new Batman movie. And don't hate me? But I didn't think it was the best movie of all time. I didn't even think it was the best Batman movie, and I'm a fan from way back. I thought that the following were excellent (in order of excellence): Heath Ledger's performance, the makeup, and Maggie Gyllenhaal's performance. I thought the following were lacking (in order of suckiness): Batman's voice, character development, plot development. Since none of you care, MOVING ON. Ahem.

Oh fuck it, let's stick with lists. I'm in a list-y mood. Other things I have done since I last wrote:

- Attended my best friend's nursing school graduation party. Oh my god, Steph and I have been best friends since I was 12. She's a full on nurse now. I am so proud of her. She worked so hard to achieve this and I couldn't be more impressed with her dedication.

- Met Monica's sister, Amanda. They are identical twins, so it was kind of a given that she would be way cute, but now I can verify that she is awesome, too.

- Ran 8 miles. Yeah, you read that right. Holy shit, it destroyed me. I'm still not sure I have recovered. But I need to hurry up with that because I'd like to do 9 miles this weekend.

- Watched "Touching the Void". Great, yet haunting, movie. I'm still a little freaked. The truth is stranger than fiction FOR SURE.

- Had Jo and Pat over for dinner and wine and a Polish card game. We drank a lot of wine and didn't so much get to the Polish card game, but whatever. We have the rest of our lives to play cards.

- Weeded our garden. It's looking good, people. I think I may have conquered my inability to grow corn. Good thing, they were about to revoke my Iowa Native License.

- Booked a plane ticket to go to Phoenix and have a girls' weekend with my sister and her two gorgeous daughters. Could I be more excited? Well maybe if it wasn't Phoenix in August. But otherwise, no. No, I couldn't.

Vacay Piccies

2008-08-01T14:36:00.007-06:00

(These are tiny, but I'm far too tired to care right now. Right-click and select "view image" to see full sizes.)

Jesse and Sharon picked us up on Friday, July 18th after work. We hit the road after loading up the car and camped about 4 hours North of here in Idaho.

Idaho hills.

On Saturday we made our way up to Washington, and on Sunday we headed to the Washington coast. We stopped to get some cherries along the way and stopped at a farmer's market in Olympia. We were all happy to see the ocean.

Playing in the water.

Chris and me. You can't tell, but I am soaking wet here, having just gotten entirely in the ocean fully clothed. Chris is (sensibly) dry and wearing a fleece. That just kind of sums up our personalities.

Animals follow Chris around like he is Snow White or something.

We drove down the coast to Northern Oregon on Monday. We took our time and stopped a lot, and ended up camping at a beach that had a lot of driftwood. And ravens.

Jesse and Sharon's awesome dog, Alex. She was our guard dog for the trip.

We camped here in Northern Oregon. I think it was in Barview County?

This made me think of The Cure song, "A Letter to Elise". It made me sad. Elise and Tim, I hope you're still in love.

I love the way this tree was just growing out of the sand.

On Tuesday we packed up and drove South to Coos Bay, Oregon. We stopped at a couple of wineries and at the Sea Lion Caves on the way. We picked up some clams, scallops and prawns at a fish market and ate a good dinner that night.

Chris tries to coax a squirrel over.

Gratuitous lighthouse picture.

Improvised clam shell receptacle.

We slept late on Wednesday, because we were staying in Coos Bay for another night. We went to the boardwalk and to a farmer's market. Also while in Coos Bay I went surfing for the first time ever. The waves were really big, but it was so much fun. I want to do it again, soon.

Boats in the bay.

Me in a wetsuit, with the world's largest surfboard.

Me and the instructor in the water.

On Thursday we drove from Southern Oregon into California. It was kind of a hellish day of driving because we hit the really wind-y part of the drive, and it was slow and nauseating. We drove through the Redwood National Park area, and saw a Bigfoot memorabilia flea market and various large tree tourist things, like the drive-through tree and the one-log house. We stopped along the coast in Northern California late that night to crash. On Friday we got up early because we were anxious to get on to San Francisco. It was a gorgeous drive.

There is a seal out there somewhere.

We drove across the Golden Gate Bridge (A $5 toll? Are you kidding me?) and got into San Francisco at about 1pm, where Chris and I changed out of our pajamas in a gas station bathroom (classy!) and we all went to a sushi place recommended by the gas station clerk. It was basically our first meal out since we'd been on the road, and we ordered a ridiculous amount of food. We were surprised that they didn't make us put up a downpayment. We went to the Fisherman's Wharf and walked around there for a while, and then headed to a campsite. Jesse made us an awesome dinner and I drank a whole $2 bottle of wine by myself. Again, classy!

We packed up on Saturday and went back into San Francisco. We drove around, seeing, among other things, the Haight/Ashbury area, Nob hill, and Chinatown. We ate some good Thai food and then hit the road again. We camped along the Truckee River near Lake Tahoe on Saturday night, which was beautiful. The town of Truckee is just adorable, too.

The truckee river.

On Sunday we made the long drive from Lake Tahoe to Salt Lake City. We concluded that Nevada is full of freaks, based partially on the man driving along the interstate, alone, wearing a FULL ON gas mask. Also of note was the car that pulled into a gas station behind us and was painted with skulls and the like, full of very unshowered (yet obviously well-fed) individuals. One guy blindfolded HIMSELF and started wandering around the gas station parking lot, while the others got out to reveal the car's interior, which was full of bloody handprints. Awesome. We arrived back at Salt Lake City at about 10pm on Sunday.

The sun setting on the Salt Flats.

We crashed, and while we were laying in bed I remarked "This really isn't any more comfortable than camping." Chris responded with "I was just thinking the same thing."

Okay, So One More Thing

2008-07-31T00:21:00.002-06:00

About the bike. No, really. Okay, four more things.

Firstly, I'm guessing it was someone on foot, based on the fact that nothing else was gone. I hate to say this, but, there is a drug rehab place around a couple of corners from my house, and my first instinct is to suspect someone from there. God, isn't that terrible? Please don't hate me. I think I just heard the sound of browsers closing.

Secondly, they could have at least left my fucking lock. It was still in the holster, obviously not in use, and it is of no use to the person who took my bike, because I have the key. You know, because IT WAS MY BIKE. Ahem. (Sorry, I think you're seeing me go through the stages of grief. This here would be ANGER.)

Thirdly, he or she was none too concerned about safety, since Chris' bike helmet was sitting right there on top of his bike. Safety first, thieves!

Fourthly, how the hell am I supposed to get around town now that my bike is gone? (Is this acceptance?)

Some Fucking Low Rent Stole My Bike

2008-07-31T00:01:00.002-06:00

I don't know when. The last time I rode it was to the Gallivan Center to see The Roots play, on July 10th. I stayed out late and got drunk, so we walked home from downtown. I collected my bike the next ~~morning~~ afternoon, July 11th. (We left for vacation on July 18th, and returned on July 27th.)

Last night I was in an organizing frenzy. I found my bike helmet in the mudroom (I'm sure I put it there when I walked home with it on July 10th). I hung it on the door handle so that this morning I could carry it to the garage and put it on my bike seat, which is where it belongs. So I walked out this morning, and...where the fuck is my bike? There is Chris' bike (locked, of course, cause he is Mr. Responsible) and there is the spot where my bike used to be. Motherfucker.

Now I know I sound irresponsible because it wasn't locked. But it was in our garage. Which, granted, does not have a door on it, but it is completely behind our house. (Which makes it even creepier that someone was back there, yes, I realize that, thanks.)

It wasn't a great bike. It was a 7-speed cruiser that I used mainly to get to bars and the farmer's market and other crap in my neighborhood. But it was MY BIKE. I'm attached. If I see it for sale on Craigslist, I will buy it back, for god's sake.

To All The Shoes I've Loved Before

2008-07-29T22:28:00.010-06:00

(Alternate Title: Still No Vacation Pictures)

I have a confession. For someone who hates stuff and doesn't keep things she doesn't use, I have way too many pairs of shoes. I counted my shoes, and I have 33. THIRTY-THREE pairs of shoes. Now, bear in mind that this includes flips flops, running shoes, hiking shoes, and even slippers. But still, that's a whole lot of shoes. Where I am usually so cold and callous about tossing stuff out of my life, it just doesn't apply where shoes are concerned.

What happens is this: I think to myself "Self, you have lo, so many pairs of shoes! Get thee to the closet and select some to incinerate or donate!" (My inner voice is a little Shakespearian at times. Yea verily.)

So I go to the closet and pick out some shoes that I haven't worn in a long time. But then (and this is my downfall) I think "Oooooh, I should try these on! They're so cute!!" (My inner voice is a little Valley Girl sometimes, too. Like, totally.)

Then I put on the shoes and think "Bloody hell, why don't I ever wear these?" (And sometimes, just sometimes, my inner voice is a little British. Pip pip.)

So I rescue the shoes, and back in the closet they go, never knowing how close to they came to the landfill or the goodwill. And they go unworn until the next time I think about getting rid of them.

But I decided tonight that my attachment to shoes that I don't wear is fucking ridiculous. So I selected five (FIVE!) pairs of shoes that will no longer be a part of my (fabulous, natch) wardrobe.

Either I will never think of them again or I will be PISSED in a few weeks when I'm looking for the Steve Madden's with the 4 inch heel.

I'm Back. Physically.

2008-07-28T22:35:00.004-06:00

But no so much mentally. Which is why it is after 10pm and I just got home. We left work and ran a couple of errands that couldn't be postponed (grocery store, liquor store, library) and then ran errands that were completely unnecessary (REI, Nordstrom Rack, The Dodo for dinner).

What this means for you is that I am far too short on time to post trip pictures. But I can post trip picture, singular. It was a great 10 days.

Fuck It, Let's Go On Vacation

2008-07-18T01:24:00.002-06:00

That would be the title of my biography. Note that I didn't say AUTO-biography, because I'm way too lazy for that.

We are leaving tomorrow (shit, I guess I mean TODAY, it's a little late, oops) for a 10-day camping trip through Idaho, Oregon, Washington, California, and Nevada. We are going with out dear friends Jesse and Sharon, which is half the excitement.

I probably won't get to update while we are gone, but this drunk got herself a brand new camera (oooo-wee!) so there will be pictures when I return. Mwwwwwwwwah, and Happy Pioneer Day to all of you who care, so um... no one. Whatev, I get a day off, so I'm Pioneer Day's biggest fan.

Happy Birthday!

2008-07-16T19:11:00.001-06:00

To my wonderful husband.

Nervous Tummy (TM Tessie) Topic

2008-07-13T23:18:00.000-06:00

I woke up today feeling officially Down. I slept late again today. I didn't feel like doing anything. I felt very "What's the point?" When I did finally get up, I checked my various computer accounts, even messaging a coworker, saying "Tell me something that will make me excited to come to work tomorrow". I was in A Mood.

About a half hour later I got an email from John asking if we wanted to come swimming at Monica's awesome pool. Dude, I cheered right the hell up. That was exactly what I needed. Something to do that wasn't actually doing anything. We changed into our swimwear and packed up some beers and towels and started walking over. (Monica happily lives a block away from us.) We swam, hot-tubbed, drank beer, ate pizza, and played a couple of trivia games. It was a great lazy Sunday.

Honestly, though, I'm still in a funk. I know my own red flags, and sleeping late multiple days in a row, not caring about running, not feeling like doing anything, being reserved even when with other people, not wanting to even talk on the phone... These are all signs that point to Down in my world. I'm sure it will pass, but what causes these moods, and what can I do to prevent them?

I have a hard time talking about this issue in real life, because I'm so outgoing that most people don't take me seriously about stuff like this. I also avoid writing about it, because it is just WEIRD, especially because people I know in real life read this. But I have to start being honest about it, because I use my blog for posterity, and when I'm feeling like this I troll through the archives to find out just how long it has been since the last time, and I turn up empty-handed. Because I never write about it.

Will this weekend ever end?

2008-07-12T15:13:00.004-06:00

I know that is a strange, and wrong, thing to ask, but I don't know if I can handle much more. I slept until 2pm today. And I'm still tired. We haven't done a lot of stuff this weekend, but for some reason I am tired and sore and just out of it.

Thursday was the end of our work week. I had a council board meeting after work, and then I rode my bike to the Gallivan Center to see The Roots play. I met up with Chris and some friends, and had a great time. It was crazy packed, I think all of Salt Lake City was there. It was over much too soon. We headed to my favorite bar afterwards, Johnnies on Second. It was so much fun. A few beers, a tequila shot, and a couple of strangers phone numbers later, we left for home. I think we got home at about 3am, at which point I drunkenly made a quesadilla. (Chris: I thought you ate at your council meeting? Me: I did, NINE hours ago.)

Friday morning came early. I had to get up at 11am to get ready to have lunch with Steph. We ate sushi and I felt much better. I went to the dentist, we cleaned the house, and then met up with a couple of friends to go to the SLC Jazz Festival. Let me just say - the Jazz Festival crowd is an interesting one. Wow. I had no idea there were so many intense jazz fans in this city. I got scolded for talking during an act, there was a crazy dancing old man, a man playing the harmonica along with the band (WTF?) and the most bizarre array of vendors I have ever seen. It was fun, though, but I was so tired when we got home I crashed immediately. At midnight. And I slept until two. Please tell me that sometimes you need 14 hours of sleep, too?

Tonight we are meeting Scott and Jessica for dinner at 6pm, and then we are going to Saturday's Voyeur, a show that the Salt Lake Acting Company writes and puts on each year. It is a hilarious time, the whole point of the show is to poke fun at Utah, and as the old saying goes "It's funny cause it's true." The best part is that they allow you to bring in your own food and alcohol, and with Scott and Jess I'm sure we're going to end up a least a little tipsy.

(Our workplace is offering us the option to work 4 10-hour days starting in August, giving us every Friday off. Chris and I are going to do it, at least for a 90-day trial period. Is this going to the best thing ever or the worst thing ever? Time will tell.)

Hiatus/Laziness - How American!!

2008-07-08T22:42:00.002-06:00

So we went camping in the (gorgeous, gorgeous) Uintas for the 4th of July. We went with Jo and Pat, and her friend Anna and Anna's boyfriend BJ. Chris and I headed up a few hours before everyone else on Thursday night and staked out a place to camp on some BLM land near Christmas Meadows.

We got up on Friday and hiked to Amethyst Lake. We actually stopped at a small lake just before Amethyst Lake, which was about .7 miles from Amethyst. We were camped a mile from the trailhead, so it still ended up being about 14 miles. It was gorgeous there, although we didn't see any moose, which was disappointing.

We were going to hike to Scow Lake on Saturday, but we all got up late and ate a late breakfast so we decided to go to Mirror Lake with some beer and games and just hang out there. It was a good time, and we all got our asses kicked at chess by Pat, who was apparently in chess club in Jr. High and now all of the internets know it. Heh.

Saturday night I declared that it was our mission to drink all of the beer, wine and liquor that we had brought with us, and we did not fail, my friends. It was a great night. I have no idea how late we stayed up, but morning came early.

We headed back to Salt Lake at about noon on Sunday. We intended to do a hike before we left, but Chris was fairly hung over (CHRIS! NOT ME! I have no idea why I have the reputation as the crazy drinker.) so we bagged it and came back to Salt Lake early, giving us time to Get Shit Done for Monday.

All in all a great weekend. Happy belated 4th.

Belated Anniversary Post

2008-07-03T13:12:00.004-06:00

So Tessie asked to see a picture of my wedding dress, which reminded me that I don't think I posted any photos at all from my wedding. How timely, considering that our first anniversary was this past Monday. So here is a picture extravaganza for you!! (Try to contain yourselves.)

First, a couple of engagement pictures:

I picked Chris' favorite picture to show you guys the dress, cause I didn't know which one of the (seemingly) one million to pick. I feel strange about posting a picture of me in my wedding dress here. I have issues.

Anyway, I just wanted something super simple, hence the absurdly simple dress. I actually just picked a bridesmaid dress and ordered it in white.

I wasn't going to wear a veil at all, but my sister suggested that I wear hers, and I loved the idea of that, so I wore it:

And a close up, cause that's ALL you guys want/need:

And some random ones of me and Chris:

Question For You Fine People

2008-07-02T13:09:00.000-06:00

Here's the deal. I hate stuff. I don't understand the point of owning books you might read again in 15 years, or movies you might watch once every 2 years. I hate knick knacks. I have one small box of "memories" and I weed through it every couple of years to make sure I didn't put something ridiculous in it that I don't care about. I don't keep cards. Hell, I don't even keep emails, and those don't even take up any space. If I don't use something or love it unreasonably, off it goes.

Which brings me to my question: What the hell does one do with a trophy? I have a trophy, a decent-sized one, from a musical competition in which I placed third. In 1996. When I was freaking 16. You could say that I'm over the accomplishment. But it seems, I don't know, just a weird thing to get rid of. But I've carted this thing from place to place, and for what? It's not like I display the damn thing. It sits in a closet. Can't I take a PICTURE of the trophy and give the trophy itself to the goodwill/trash can? Tell me internets, what should I do?

Next item up for debate: my wedding dress.

Things That Are Completely Ridiculous

2008-07-02T01:47:00.004-06:00

by: Ami

The fact that we only consistently store liquor on one floor of the house. NOT VERY CONVENIENT, I say.

Temperatures above 95 degrees.

Having to get up for work at SIX THIRTY in the AY EM on a daily fucking basis.

Realizing (from looking at his profile) that the person that just beat me at online chess is THIRTEEN years old.

My overuse of ALL CAPS.

(Yes, I took a week long break and that is all you get. Things you missed: our anniversary, the arts festival, "camping" on Friday night, so that we could get up and do a hike on Saturday that involved TWO MILES of snow, and the usual inane bitching.)

2008-06-24T14:04:00.000-06:00

Things I actually crossed off my list last night:

grocery shop (it wasn't that horrible)
wax my armpits (legs schmegs)
get a decent night's sleep

Not bad, not bad. Chris has been home sick the past two days, which sucks for him, but really helps me with that whole "decent night's sleep" thing. We carpool to work (of course, since we work at the same place) and he is usually driving me out of bed between 6:45am and 7am so that we can leave the house by 7:30am. But when he doesn't have to go in? I get to sleep in!!! I got up at a decadent 8:15am today! Mmmmm. But I also had to pack my own breakfast and lunch (horrors!) so I'm ready for him to be well again.

Speaking of work, I thought this week was going to be a super-stressful one, but instead it has turned out to be quite relaxing! I have crossed things off my to-do list that have been there for weeks. It is a good feeling. I love it when that happens.

It Happens Every Year

2008-06-23T16:44:00.001-06:00

So I've hit that point in the summer where I just can't get my shit together. I am having too much fun, and the order in my life suffers. It wouldn't be big deal except that it is annoying to wake up and realize that you have NOTHING to eat for lunch, so you have to buy lunch. Does that happen to other people? Things I need to do tonight include:

menu plan (hates) and grocery shop (hates even more)
wax my armpits and legs (sorry if that was TMI)
paint my toenails
get a decent night's sleep

So speaking of food, I have googled "Why is gluten evil" repeatedly, to no avail. Someone please enlighten me, why is everyone giving up gluten?

OMG, Could You Die

2008-06-22T23:36:00.001-06:00

From the cuteness?

I have a pair of denim capris that Chris just referred to as "your short jeans".

Random Ami Trivia

2008-06-20T14:23:00.000-06:00

I love the way vinegar tastes. I used to drink it from the bottle when I was a kid.

Sushi and Indian are my favorite foods; Mexican and Chinese are my least favorite foods.

If I hadn't gotten a degree in Computer Science, I would have liked to get one in Anthropology. I didn't though, because PhD? Fuck that shit. And what do you do with a Bachelor's Degree in Anthropology? I made it my minor instead.

I play the saxophone. Scratch that, I CAN play the saxophone. I don't actually do it on any kind of regular basis.

I had a class with Ashton Kutcher in college. It was a huge lecture, though, so it's not like I met him or anything.

I love mowing the lawn. Chris has mowed it once in the three years that we have lived in our house because I like to do it so much.

I dislike white wine and dark beer, but I will drink either if there is nothing else available.

I once had a hamster named Hero.

I think moving is great fun, and I would do it every 2 years if I could.

So Very Tired

2008-06-19T21:52:00.002-06:00

I am so, so tired. I had to be at work at 7:15am this morning. I got home around 5pm, ran 4 miles, then rode my bike to my Community Council meeting. I just home and am ready to CRASH.

Tomorrow night I have a wine tasting to attend, and if the last one is any indication I will be in NO SHAPE to do much of anything on Saturday. I would like to lift weights on Saturday, but other than that I have nothing to do until 6pm, when we are going to the Melting Pot with Mel and Jeff. YAY! I love that place, and we rarely go there. It will be fun to do it with them.

On Sunday, our friend Monica and her bad ass band will be playing at the Avalon Theater. By Sunday I will need a day free from drinking (the venue is alcohol-free). I am very excited, it will be a nice way to wind down the weekend.

This whole "being in town" thing is quite the concept.