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I Don’t Want to Talk About It

The game last night that is.  It’s not looking good, and I have hard time placing faith in AJ Burnett.  I miss Andy Pettitte and the days when Derek Jeter came to the plate and made magic happen.  The one other thing I will say is that the home plate umpire was not calling the strike zone nearly as tightly for Verlander as he was for all the Yankee pitchers.  It was bullshit.  Ugh, fingers crossed for a win tonight or the Yankees post season will look much like it did in 2006.

Yesterday after work I made it to the gym for a cardio workout. My 50 minutes on the elliptical flew by thanks to the interesting CNN coverage of Amanda Knox being released from jail. I don’t really have anything intelligent or meaningful to say about the case, so I’ll just leave it at that.

After my workout I headed home to make dinner, Shepherds Pie, and watch the game.  At least the dinner turned out well.  Mashed sweet potatoes with brown sugar make everything better, including Shepherds Pie, and devastating loses.  Anyway, thanks to said baseball game I was up until midnight and then couldn’t fall asleep.  Lovely.  It appears someone else had trouble sleeping, and has found a new spot to call her own.

For real cat?  I don’t even know what to say about this, except you are a freaking weirdo.  I let her sit there until I had to brush my teeth, then she got the boot.  Anyway I really like my outfit today, but since that mirror you see in the above picture is the only one I have it is impossible for me to take a photo of it.  In fact, in just trying to see what I looked like from head to toe, I ended up bashing my head into the ceiling while standing on the toilette.  It hurt.

Anyway, I know most of you hate the Yankees, but maybe send out a good luck wish for me tonight?  Later.


So Amy sent me cookies (these cookies, I think, but there was more than choc chips in there), that jerk, because cookies were definitely not part of my “debloat before wedding weekend” plan.  Just kidding Amy, you’re not a jerk.  However, they were amazing, and I tore into the box the second I saw it and stuffed a cookie in my face.  Actually, the eating of the cookie took about 5 minutes because they were the size of my head.  Dear Amy, you rock, thank you for the oreo center surprise.  I gave one to Adrienne also, and then we sat in a cookie coma while the sugar took its hold.  Let’s just call it packing fuel.

Speaking of packing, I am in complete shock that I managed to fit all of my stuff in a carry on bag, and it wasn’t even that difficult.  The hardest thing was trying to find small containers for lotion, shampoo, and conditioner.  Also, I can’t bring a razor on board can I?  I had Dar run out and buy me one last night, because I figured that was a no.  Here’s to hoping nothing gets confiscated.

Another fun fact, I am most definitely the worst girlfriend ever, because I got too distracted by Mad Men last night to shave my legs.  Soooo I plan on doing that after arriving in Wisconsin tonight, uuuh, oops?  Darren didn’t understand why it was so important to have razors on hand for Thursday night, but it’s because I’m lazy, and obsessed with a TV show.

Yesterdays workout was nothing special, 45 minutes on the elliptical while watching Sex and the City.  That’s just one of those shows that I will watch no matter how many times I’ve seen the episode.  I threw in some stretching after, because much to my physical therapists dismay I’ve been slacking on it, and called it a day.

My flight is at 6:01 tonight, and let’s hope that for once this year I’ll take off without an absurd delay, because it is yet to happen.  The weather looks good in both places, so hopefully there are no problems.  Hopefully I’ll check in over the weekend, but I make no guarantees.  See ya from the mid-west!


You do not Live Here

Why hello, and happy Wednesday to you.  This morning I managed to sleep through my alarm for three minutes as it was going off, and then I couldn’t figure out what day it was.  Tuesday, Wednesday, I really had no idea for a little bit, don’t worry I finally figured out it’s the half way part of the week!

I have a hot date tonight with three of my very best lady friends, and we have some big plans.  My college roommate Meghan is getting married next year, and Dani, Adrienne, and myself are all in the wedding so tonight we’re going to look at bridesmaids dresses!  While yes, this is probably pretty early in the process, we never see Megh since she’s all in the Air Force and a big important JAG lawyer who lives in Florida, so when work brought her to DC for the week we decided to jump on the opportunity.  Dress shopping will be followed by dinner and lots of girl talk, I’m sure.

Yesterday after some bitching and moaning, I managed to get myself up and away from my desk to head over to the gym.  A lovely 33 minutes on the elliptical watching Say Yes to the Dress and a chest and triceps workout.  Not posting the exact deets again, go look at last weeks post if you’re that curious.

Last night as I was standing in the kitchen pouring myself a glass of wine, I thought I saw the giant cat that hangs out in our yard wandering around.  I meandered over to the window and was surprised to see the worlds largest raccoon chillin like he lived there.  He was pretty cute, and if I didn’t know how vicious they are I would have wanted to cuddle with it.  Then it started eating something, which I’m not completely sure wasn’t a bird.  I took a video though.

First I find suspicious looking holes just big enough for slithery creatures to live in, and now raccoons.  I may never go back there again.  Pumpkin however, wanted to get outside VERY badly.  Right, well happy Wednesday friends.