(In no particular order)
My pets
My family
My friends
My health
My jobs
Wearing a size 6 skirt
Chocolate
Getting my father settled very soon (this weekend!)
Strengthening my already ridiculously close relationship with my brother
Finding black tailored pants at Banana Republic for $14.99
My clean car
Free lunch
Getting paid to work out
High heels
Nailing my presentations at work the past 2 weeks
My surgery, which WILL take place Tuesday even if we get 10 feet of snow and my right arm is falling off
The new U2 album in a few weeks
My blog and the freedom to say whatever is on my mind
The readers of my blog
Adding more:
The Flyers (how could I forget????)
Nice people
Chopsticks
Swimming
What are you happy about?
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Polls
Last week's poll was about where you sleep. This week's poll is about your favorite (or most common) sleep position.
Last week, I learned that I cannot possibly share a bed with five of you, as we all prefer the right side of the bed.
I also learned that one poor reader sleeps on the sofa. Hugs to you, mystery reader. (((Mystery Reader On The Sofa)))
:)
Last week, I learned that I cannot possibly share a bed with five of you, as we all prefer the right side of the bed.
I also learned that one poor reader sleeps on the sofa. Hugs to you, mystery reader. (((Mystery Reader On The Sofa)))
:)
Thursday, January 22, 2009
All I have to give
My friend Resha sent this to me this morning. It made me smile a sad little smile. My heart is about all I have to give right now, too. And even it has seen better days... but I'm happy to share it.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Hail to the chief
Inauguration Day. We've waited a long time for this. (Some of us loyal Ds have waited eight years.)
On Saturday Heather, Avery, Lynn, and I went to the Wilmington Train Station and Tubman/Garrett Park to see and hear the President-Elect and Vice President-Elect. It was freezing, we couldn't see much, and poor little Avery was miserable... but I'm so glad we went.
In the picture above, Joe Biden is coming down the steps off the dais to shake hands. Barack Obama is just in front of him, already in the crowd.
Can't see them? OK, how about now?
Before the train arrived, a speaker said something about changing the world. Since long before Election Day, I've thought about changing the course of US history and making history and those sorts of things. But changing the entire world?
I was overcome with emotion. I changed the world on November 4 with my vote. We all did. We changed the world... for the better.
Hail to the chief!
On Saturday Heather, Avery, Lynn, and I went to the Wilmington Train Station and Tubman/Garrett Park to see and hear the President-Elect and Vice President-Elect. It was freezing, we couldn't see much, and poor little Avery was miserable... but I'm so glad we went.
In the picture above, Joe Biden is coming down the steps off the dais to shake hands. Barack Obama is just in front of him, already in the crowd.
Can't see them? OK, how about now?
Before the train arrived, a speaker said something about changing the world. Since long before Election Day, I've thought about changing the course of US history and making history and those sorts of things. But changing the entire world?
I was overcome with emotion. I changed the world on November 4 with my vote. We all did. We changed the world... for the better.
Hail to the chief!
Monday, January 19, 2009
The restorative powers of a good, hard run
Some of you know I have some pretty heavy stuff going on. I haven't blogged about it in the interest of protecting some family privacy and dignity, but suffice it to say my brother and I are in the process of seeking living arrangements for a loved one. Our goal is to find a place that allows a fair amount of independence while also providing the care that he needs. Since I live in our hometown and my brother does not, much of this has fallen on me. I'm not complaining. It's just the way it is. My brother has been home much more than normal during this time and also has taken it upon himself to make tons of phone calls and do whatever he can from New York. I have no complaints about the situation.
The past three weeks have been a blur of work, teaching, trying to be a good wife, daughter, sister, and friend, facility visits and tours, phone calls, financial disclosure forms, applications, appointments, laundry (mine, IronHubby's, and the loved one's), and near-daily visits to our loved one in the hospital for the first nine days and in an inpatient rehab facility since then.
I'm exhausted.
During this time, I've tried my best to keep up my workouts, if for no other reason than my own sanity. On Friday, the question of the day on kickrunners.com was, "Fill in the rest of this sentence: running is..." I wrote, "Running is my therapy."
It's true. Running (and working out as a whole, but particularly running) is therapeutic. It's my time to myself, when I don't have to account to anyone, talk to anyone, or see anyone if I choose a remote route or trail. It's my time to collect my thoughts... or cease thinking altogether. And when I run hard, as I did yesterday, it's my time to just focus on and appreciate what my body can do. The only sounds are my feet hitting the ground, my breathing, and, in the trails, little critters scurrying around in the woods next to me. Without the distractions of phones, emails, work, and other responsibilities, running is my time for me.
Due to circumstances beyond my control (wonderful overnight company (I miss you already, Heather!), a stray dog that ended up at my house for the third time, and a cancelled appointment at the Y that I didn't know was cancelled until I drove TO the Y), yesterday's long run turned into a much shorter run. All I had time to do was about 4 miles. As I set out, I decided to make the most of them. Without any speedwork the past two months, I practically raced the 4 miles and made it home, panting and exhausted, in 32:21.
That run healed my spirit.
The past three weeks have been a blur of work, teaching, trying to be a good wife, daughter, sister, and friend, facility visits and tours, phone calls, financial disclosure forms, applications, appointments, laundry (mine, IronHubby's, and the loved one's), and near-daily visits to our loved one in the hospital for the first nine days and in an inpatient rehab facility since then.
I'm exhausted.
During this time, I've tried my best to keep up my workouts, if for no other reason than my own sanity. On Friday, the question of the day on kickrunners.com was, "Fill in the rest of this sentence: running is..." I wrote, "Running is my therapy."
It's true. Running (and working out as a whole, but particularly running) is therapeutic. It's my time to myself, when I don't have to account to anyone, talk to anyone, or see anyone if I choose a remote route or trail. It's my time to collect my thoughts... or cease thinking altogether. And when I run hard, as I did yesterday, it's my time to just focus on and appreciate what my body can do. The only sounds are my feet hitting the ground, my breathing, and, in the trails, little critters scurrying around in the woods next to me. Without the distractions of phones, emails, work, and other responsibilities, running is my time for me.
Due to circumstances beyond my control (wonderful overnight company (I miss you already, Heather!), a stray dog that ended up at my house for the third time, and a cancelled appointment at the Y that I didn't know was cancelled until I drove TO the Y), yesterday's long run turned into a much shorter run. All I had time to do was about 4 miles. As I set out, I decided to make the most of them. Without any speedwork the past two months, I practically raced the 4 miles and made it home, panting and exhausted, in 32:21.
That run healed my spirit.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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