Ten minutes

I got up way earlier than I normally would on a non-gym day and now I find myself with ten minutes more than normal.  So why not blog?  (the answers to that are far too numerous to count, but I'll forge ahead)

It's been a busy week, especially since I'm in LT, which I lovingly refer to as the circus (though, to be truthful, it hasn't been very circus-like in recent months, not sure why that is, unless I'M the reason it's the circus and they're getting tired of me..), but I have managed to have some fun, which is important.  Going to bed at 9pm and getting up at 3:45am sort of sucks the life out of the whole gig, but I manage.  To some degree.  I can't wait to go home tonight so I can just sit in front of the TV for longer than forty minutes.  I haven't done that in a while.

I got my hair cut last week, and it's shorter than it's been, and looks a little madman-ish, but I can pull that off.  Plus I got a little hammered over the weekend and lost my favorite ring.  Which sucks.  Luckily the suckyness was offset by some much needed stress-release and a banging good time (take that however you want) so I'm not all beat up about it.  Sometimes you have to take the bad with the fabulous, I've learned.

Also did something completely out of character and drove to the east side spontaneously (spontaneity is quickly losing its grip in my reality these days) to meet a friend and THAT was completely and totally worth every second (every second remains with me and will for a long time, so it's the spontaneous gift that keeps on giving).

I bought three sweaters (Sping/Summer weight) since last we spoke, as well as all the other mundane things I do on a normal basis, tan, gym, lackluster attempts at cleaning.. but I also got TWO presents at work, presented three, and there is a strong possibility there will be cake today.

So it's been a good run this last week and a half, and I'm hoping it, like the somewhat Spring-like weather, lasts.  Good attitude is all it takes, right?  I'm going to run with it.  It seems to be working.

Recapping that which is not remembered

How many times and in how many different ways do I sit down here in the dark of a Saturday morning and say "There were a thousand different blog ideas that popped up in my head this week but I can no longer remember what they are."? Seriously, if the government ever streamlines mind reading and Facebook makes it public, you guys would be ROLLING ON THE FLOOR laughing. Because this shit is funny. I just can't remember it. One day.

It was an all-over-the-map kind of week, post-random vacation, where I look back at Monday and think, Wow, was that really just LAST Monday? It ended up on a somewhat sour note, however, due to the questioning of my integrity by someone who matters (in the work-place) and the fact that some how all my hair cut appointments were wiped clean from the booking system at Evolution, which means I am now officially a hippie. You can't even believe how long my hair is. The color is fabulous, sure, but it's so long that I cannot do a thing with it. I did get a fun new product though, so that's some compensation, but as I sit here right now, I am fully aware that no amount of product will make this bedraggled, mushroom-shaped pile of fur look as fabulous as it has in my mind for the last 40 years.

So that's how I start out my favorite part of the week, early Saturday morning: alternately distressed about people talking smack about me and bemoaning my beat up ends.

And thinking I should book Wisconsin.

Wisconsin?

That's right. Wisconsin. Currently the only vacation I have planned right now. It's April. By now I should have at LEAST one sun-filled trip on the agenda, preferably two. I have plenty of room in my vacation savings to knock one out, and yet here I sit, not thinking about it (well, I'm thinking about it, but not enough to put anything in action). A travel agency (of all things) moved in down the hall from Lincoln Tower and every time I pass it (and I pass it often) I think, I should pop in there and just tell them to find me something. I don't know how Marita does it, looking up all that hotel business and airfare and amenities and tying it in to a nice little vacation package. I look at one bundled package and am instantly exhausted and ready for a nap. Maybe if someone else just did it for me it'd actually happen this year. Maybe what I should really be focusing on is "less think-y more do-y". Is there such a thing as a New Month Resolution? There should be. Just like there should be such a thing as a Spinster Shower. Things that make perfect sense but would never stick. When I come back as the ruler of the world in the next life, those two things will be on my agenda.

I'm open for any ideas of a fabulous vacation destination, by the way. Just do the basic research for me and I'll try to add to it.

Next week I'm in Beaverton, where I haven't been in a while, not since I'm pretty sure I was a big part of one of Candace's clients' having a stroke. In my mind anyway. But it's not like I hold on to these things or anything. Like the incident yesterday regarding my integrity. If you're Catholic, you'll understand why, even though I KNOW I didn't do anything wrong, I still feel like shit about it. If you're not Catholic, this is not an opportunity to give me advice. Nothing will ever change what goes on inside my head.

Which is why, though I intend to quit smoking, I am not sure how I am going to do it. The only thing I have ever tried is hypnosis - one time it stuck and the other time it didn't. People keep talking up the Chantix but EVERYone talks about the crazy dreams (there are some who have experienced every side effect listed, and others who only farted a lot, but EVERYone says their dreams were crazy), and I'm not kidding you, my dreams are crazy enough without chemical embellishment. I'm terrified about what could happen with it. It's kind of funny, though, because I tend to discuss the Chantix and it's fabulous success while outside smoking with a coworker. So, you know, how effective can it really be..?

So that's my check in for the week. If I were a real writer I'd be writing down those ideas. Maybe I'll start using Siri to remind me of ideas, I mean, what the hell, I paid her $200 for the privilege of being in my purse, she might as well do something for me. Besides arguing with me like she does. I hope your Saturday and the upcoming week treat you well. For me, let's hope it brings me a new opportunity to chronicle the hilarity that ensues daily, if only in my head.

What I did on my random vacation

I didn't have an assignment these last four days so I spontaneously (about a month ago) decided to take them off. It's too hard to find an empty seat in the branches these days (well, not anymore, but that's not what I talk about here necessarily), and that closet wasn't going to get cleaned on any regular weekend, so here I am.

Except now it's Thursday, so really it's "there I was".

I did a lot of lounging, not gonna lie. That's why I work my ass off - so that I can lounge.

In no particular order, I went shopping, road tripped to Eugene, nearly lost my computer to something I stupidly clicked on, killed an enormous black spider in my living room, went shopping some more, cleaned out my closet, organized my sweatshirts, put together shelving, did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floors, scrubbed the bathroom, got a mammogram, went to the gym, ran a bunch of errands, got my toes done, went out to dinner, got my nose waxed (and eyebrows and lip of course), and drove when I shouldn't have.

Because even in my leisure, I shouldn't be driving half the time. Why? Because people piss me off more than they do not out there and I will never understand what goes through their heads when they grab the keys to their cars and set out to do whatever it is that requires they drive. I have incredible road rage that comes on like a house afire, with my sole purpose being to let that other driver know exactly what I think of them. I'm pretty sure I invented some new swear words this week.

But the best part of these last four days has been that I haven't had to really DO much of anything that required making life-changing decisions (other people's lives, to be clear), I didn't have to get up at 4am, and I didn't have to go to bed at 9pm. I didn't have to answer two sets of emails, I didn't have to pick up the phone, and I didn't have to schedule any appointments. It was all me.

But it's Thursday, so it's over, and tomorrow I go back to being Work Me. It was nice while it lasted.