wish list

23Aug08

Stuff I would like to have right now at this moment:

(I have vacuumed 3 times this week, because I. HATE. THIS. CARPET. It would be lovely to run this thing everyday and have a fresh floor all the time.)

(I have to wear my glasses to watch my TV that is only about 6 feet away from my couch.)

(I’ve heard the BEST reviews for this blanket and can only find it on eBay. Waiting a few days to make a bid so that I can make sure it is MINE!!)


johnny

21Aug08

been following the progress of one of our honored teammates who isn’t doing too well. his parents have a blog and i cry even when just reading the comments.

just read this one. kleenex city, dude.

There is a brighter day coming and Johnny will no longer be in pain but will be a testimony of the will to live, and an example of hope for everyone in their own battles against this dread disease called cancer. I would love to give blood, but I am fighting cancer, too. You are tough as nails, little guy, and I am inspired. Johnny, someday soon I will meet you and we will slide a couple waves in Surfside or G-Town together. I pray for you everyday and will not settle for anything but a full recovery, and for you mom and dad, I pray for an endless outpouring of faith, hope, and determination from the very throne of The Most High GOD to fill your hearts and minds. Peace be with you.

I also found out that the mother of one of my past participants passed away 2 days ago. Her brother ran the Houston Marathon this past January for her and she ran in San Diego for her. Her brother just started training for his second Houston in her honor. Now it will be in her memory.

This is, by far, the hardest part of my job.


herman

18Aug08

getting the doggie itch again.

hate to jump on the Phelps train since everybody is already on it and hootin’ and hollerin’ and whatnot, but come on.  he loves his dog.  and i love him.  so….there’s that.


fatigue

14Aug08

All week.  Even most of last week.  So so so tired.  More than usual.  Could it be because we are SO freaking busy at work??  Can’t be.  We’ve been busy like this before.  I’VE been BUSIER than this before. 

But I could have closed my eyes for 15 seconds at my desk and easily fallen into a deep sleep.  I’ve been dragging my feet and feeling completely miserable.  My boss said…maybe diabetes?  Kind of as a joke.  But then I did some research and that would also explain my..well…inexplicable…spike in appetite (my sister can attest to this).  I have been hungry ALL THE TIME.  Like…starving every 3 hours.

Another co-worker has had issues with her ladyparts and actually just got a biopsy done.  She’s convinced she has cervical cancer.  Another co-worker is claiming melanoma for herself.  And me…well…diabetes.  Basically, we are all Debbie Downers and hypochondriacs.  And busy.  And tired.  (you can imagine how pleasant it’s been in the office)

Boss lady let me sleep in and take a half day today to try to get me going again.  Didn’t help any.  

Almost every surface of my office is covered in shit I need to do.

(sidenote - all this crap on my floor is for Houston Marathon.  Stuff from last January.  Stuff for this coming January.  And a potential contract.  FOR 2011.  TWENTY ELEVEN.  Shoot me now.)

I got to work this afternoon and was given these handouts from 2 of my co-workers who worked at a health fair this morning.  Thanks, guys.  (The one on the very bottom is for diabetes-friendly soul food recipes.  hahaha)

[p.s. linda - totally forgot diabetes is YOUR job!!  maybe you can shed some light...]


GROSS.

06Aug08

I have got Tilex sprayed all over my closet, itchy arms and legs and a full load of laundry now in the dryer.

I am not a disgustingly dirty person by any means.  I let piles of clothes get a bit out of control every once in a while or leave a few dirty dishes in the sink for a few days, but nothing to warrant the ridiculous infestation of bugs I constantly find in my apartment.

I was looking for something in my closet and noticed a shit ton of ANTS crawling on my purple sweater.  GROSS.  I thought to myself 1)what do I do? and 2)where the hell did those fuckers come from?

After I removed the sweater, I noticed that they were all over the shelf and the clothes on the shelf.  I do not have bug spray, but I remember I used to use air freshener to kill bugs in my parents’ house when I was little.  I do not have air freshener.  As a matter of fact, the only sprays that I have in my house are cooking spray, perfume and Tilex.  So….Tilex won.  I carefully transferred the sweater and t-shirts from that one bottom shelf in my closet straight to the washing machine, trying not to get any bugs on me (yuck).  I killed some…I vaccuumed some…and then felt itchy for the rest of the night.

THIS IS RIDICULOUS.  There was no reason for there to be ants in my closet.  Just like there is no reason for there to always be little crawly worm-looking bugs constantly making their way through my carpet.  I know - FUCKING DISGUSTING.

Dilemma - I HATE moving.  But I can’t live in this apartment for another year.  I have to live here until April, though.  I haven’t even lived here for 6 months.  The location is great, the actual apartment is cute, but I hate that the carpet is so hard to clean, the water in the bathroom always leaks, the tiles crack so easily and the infestation of bugs.

I guess I can try to really save money and….dare I say….BUY a place next year?  I fucking hhhaaattteee moving.  And am starting to hate apartment living.  fuuuckkk this.

note to self: complain to apartment people in the morning.


aquarius

25Jul08

They do not give themselves easily - perhaps their judgement of human nature is too good for that - and are sometimes accounted cold.  But once they decide that someone is worthy of their friendship or love, they can exert an almost hypnotic and irresistible mental attraction on them and will themselves become tenacious friends or lovers, ready to sacrifice everything for their partners and be faithful to them for life.  However, they are sometimes disappointed emotionally because their own high personal ideals cause them to demand more of others than is reasonable.  And if they are decieved, their anger is terrible.  If disillusioned, they do not forgive.


…less scabby.

today.

 

(linda - i realized how much i hate tubing, too.  i think i’ve outgrown it.)


How was my weekend in Austin?

Well, one of my friends is dating a huge douchebag, thus did not spend too much time with us, it was hot as balls and the river we floated down was kinda low.  Which means….rocks.  Which means…down the very last rapid, I tipped over and was beat against some huge rocks.  Oh…the bottom also fell out of my tube after the FIRST rapid, thus I held myself up for 6 hours.  I didn’t take a picture of the rubber burn on the inside of my elbows, nor the scratches on my knee.

Here are the ones that hurt the most, though.  These pics don’t do them justice.  I couldn’t sleep last night cause no position was comfortable.  


ahh….college.

13Jul08

I can’t believe I used to wear skirts like this ALL THE TIME during the summers in Austin.  I am trying my best to edit down my wardrobe and found at least FOUR of these shorties that are immediately getting thrown into a trash bag for donation to less fortunate hoochies.


Purple Rain

28Jun08

My lack of updates have been due to my lack of time/energy to do so.  It is kind of lame that it’s Saturday night and this is my time to write in here!!  No plans for tonight except to take it easy, get some quality reading time in and try not to eat a whole carton of ice cream in the process.

I really want to switch this blog over to Tumblr since i can do really short updates on there from my phone (esp. helpful when i take pics and would like to post directly from the crackberry) but that whole process confuses the hell out of me so I will have to try that another day.

Since I’ve written in here last, I guess there are two things I can write about.  First, I took my other Summer team to Anchorage, AK to participate in the Mayors Marathon and second, my boss dropped the bomb on us right before I left that she turned in her resignation.  Her last day was yesterday.

Anchorage was alright.  The city itself is pretty boring, but if I had more time, I’m sure I’d like it more since I’d be able to go rafting or fishing or camping or anything outdoorsy.  I was at a cheer stop in the midst of giant mosquitos for hours upon hours at the marathon, which can count as outdoorsy but not really!  Really, the fun was after the race was over.  We partied hard at the Victory Party after a VERY long day for all of us, and then the next day was spent traveling all day.  2 hour bus ride to Whittier, 6 hour glacier cruise (super fun/cold/cool), 2 hour bus ride to airport, 4 hour wait at airport, 7 hour flight back to houston, 30 minute drive home from the airport.  Needless to say, back at the office, I was already offering up the trip to anyone who wants it next year.  

Yesterday, the girls and I put together a short little going away party for our boss in the conference room.  When she broke the news to us and we started talking about how we are going to send her off, we mentioned a “Purple Rain” theme since purple is our program’s signature color, it’s a sad day, etc. etc. etc.  I made her a pretty sweet slideshow, we had a champagne toast, presented her with a card signed by staff, coaches, mentors, honored teammates…basically everyone associated with the program - everyone loved her.  Sarah and I hung “purple rain” from the ceiling and scattered random Prince photos around the room.  It was pretty awesome.  The shirts we made need some explaining.  Her last name is pronounced RAY-DER.  Her new position is at another non-profit… a large national non-profit that is ranked just one higher than ours.  ;)

That’s alls I got.  Nothing else new coming up for a while.  Our new Season starts up soon, which means I’m busy again with recruitment.  I’m training for my marathon that’s in November (I switched from cycling back to running….I’m much better on my feet than on wheels), July 4th should be fun.  Don’t really know what I’m doing yet except for running a 5k in Sugar Land that morning.  I wish I had more to report on.  Leslie joked that she and Sarah were going to make me a match.com profile behind my back to get me some dates which is kind of sad, funny and mortifying at the same time.  I hope she was joking.