Hmmm... I might have to redo my goals.
We are at Amanda's place. Gina has been busy cooking and I am cooked on martini. :oD
Everything important about life, I learned while running. Or while I complained about running or avoided running or whined about not having run enough. Breathing, seeing, sweating, aching, exhilarating, and general observations.
Hmmm... I might have to redo my goals.
It is that time of year when seemingly sane people all around the world put together lists of how they will be different, break old habits that have haunted them for years, and generally change their character... The New Years Resolutions.
It's amazing how warm 30* can be after a week of single digit temperatures.
Yesterday, Joseph brought home swim goggles, a swim cap, and nose clips.
I wish like hell that I could remember all the things I think about blogging (when I am not at a computer) when I sit down to blog at the computer. Sheesh.
I just had a slice of warm, homemade bread slathered with butter.
We had a minor storm blow through here overnight.
Christmas came early this year.
I have been surprisingly busy with very little to show for it today.
For the past couple of days I've found myself sitting lethargically at my desk unknowingly filled with woe and despair until this morning when I tried to reason out a solution to a business problem and realized that I might be looking into the Great Maw of my Death and Demise at work and I might actually *gasp!* FAIL at something.
So, there is this guy at work whose sister I know.
It's always good to have medical people in the family, as your friends and on your staff.
I really miss running. Since I've not been running for the past - ohhhh, maybe 4 weeks -... reading running magazines, looking through running catalogs, reading about races, etc., hold very little interest for me. It's not that I don't feel healthy (because right now I am coming down with bronchitis according to Dr. H. and I KNOW I am not healthy), but I don't know HOW I should feel.
I have changed my blogging to force commenters to have to register before they comment. :o) That oughta keep out the damn riff-raff. LOLOL!!!
So on the way home last night, I talked to H to find out if she was planning on visiting around Christmas like she does every year. Seems to me that she has a very busy social calendar and won't be able to make it but perhaps in January. Just as well because when I told her that my lungs felt like they were on fire everytime I breathed in, she informed me that I am getting bronchitis and there is nothing I can do about it. Oh, and it lasts a very long time, and I will break into a fever, and spew green sputtum and other nasty lungal expellents. Oh, and also, it's VERY contagious. Huh. She's a barrel of laughs sometimes.
It appears that regardless of how I try to order my thoughts for my daily blog entries, my mind is always gravitating toward chaos, or rather, random thoughts. So I figured I would go with it and see what scary things might come out of it. :o)
Which brings me to my first random thought.
I heard on the news today that Aleve - a popular pain killer, naproxen - has been found to cause heart attacks in a study on Alzheimer patients. This is on the tail end of the hoopla surrounding Vioxx and Celebrex. Interestingly enough, naproxen has been around for 24 years. I wonder if they will pull naproxen off the shelf, too? Or if they are gonna consider that maybe they shouldn't be giving HIGH DOSAGES to people. And maybe it's just people with Alzheimers. Maybe something about the brain chemistry and the pain receptors when dosed with naproxen causes the involuntary muscles of the heart to go haywire. Short circuit, so to speak.
Wups... I guess this means they will need a GRANT to the tune of MILLIONS of dollars to study why this is and then come to the conclusion FIVE YEARS LATER that perhaps they shouldn't be giving HIGH DOSES to ALZHEIMER PATIENTS and you should take it in moderation! Hmmmm???
There goes our hard-earn tax dollars again....
Before I start the day, I thought I would report that last night, I got my second clue to Christmas: a wonderful pajama set from Victoria Secret. :o)) Happy Happy! So now I have a pj set and a home whirlpool tub thingie.
Annoying enough, I just found out that there has been a second riddle to my Christmas present under the tree since Saturday. SATURDAY! That is like TWO DAYS AGO! ARG!!!
Yesterday, I got my first Christmas present, complete with a riddle attached.
Ugh. I am so sick. Sick sick sick. Sick as a damn dawg.
Speaking of NSAIDs...
Some random thoughts before I forget, before the weight of the day crushes the strength out of me, before life creeps in and seizes me by the throat while turned the dials on the clock forward, only to be suddenly let go so that I can take a deep breath, look at the clock and wonder where 8 hours have gone. Just so I don't forget....
Even though the work stress is still there, I never would have believed that life at home sets everything right until I had life with my Hunny Bunny. Since being with Joseph, everything has been different. His family finds ways to show their love for one another all year long. They talk to each other and actually communicate. They conspire to find ways to make life comfortable for each other. They love together, they laugh together, they play together, and sometimes, they cry together. They are the embodiment of Christmas Spirit - all year long.
And most of all, when the night is dark and the hour is late, I drag myself into the house, and my Hunny Bunny is waiting for me with the Dingle Doggie and the Baby Cat, a smile on his face and dinner on the table. He knows I won't do it myself, so he does it all for me. Life is complex and simple and grand, all at the same time.
I am blessed. Truly blessed.
Well, I was going to blog yesterday but I was so damn busy with another damn presentation that I ran out of time! As it was, I skipped the gym, and I skipped a dinner being held by IBM! Free food and free booze and I missed the damn thing! Grrrr.... NOT that I mind not rubbing elbows with people, people being people and all, and how irritating they can be, especially vendors who are there to schmooze and other people at work who if I WANT to see, I would go and see them! Sheesh. Instead, I went home late, had a late dinner with my Hunny Bunny and then "somewhat decorated" the tree.
So if it's Thursday, it's Smithfield Day.
The other rocking chair arrived yesterday morning. Now the living room is somewhat complete - just need to get all the boxes out of it and get it all arranged and it should be nice.
Well, Monday morning makes an entry with a roar.
The weekend is over. Almost. Phew! What an EXHAUSTING relaxing slow weekend! GAH!!!