Tonsilloliths Are Gross

Yesterday didn’t quite go as planned.  From the moment my alarm went off (oh that’s right… it didn’t) to right before I fell into bed at 11pm the day was against me. I was wide awake at 5am ready to run a marathon. I laid there waiting for 6am. Some time passed and I thought “hmm.. its been awhile. I wonder how much longer I have” so I rolled over and it was 6:30. I was supposed to be up 30 minutes ago and leave in 20. Oh I forgot to mention that I needed to shower.  I was impressed that I was only 5 minutes late to work. Not too shabby! I did not have time to make a lunch though, so I went to Whataburger during my lunch break. It was scrumptious!

The rest of the day went as planned… work. Then it was off to softball practice. Finally… a sport I can hold my own in and not be a liability. It was fun to play catch and hit. Man slow pitch is SSSSSLLLLOOOWWWWW. The first two times I swung I could have swung again and hit the ball! I got the hang of it though.  I did go all feminist on my team…..

Softball. Women play softball correct? At least last time I checked the roster is all GIRLS. We were getting set up to bat and someone asked our pitcher if there were any smaller balls for the girls to practice batting with. What? They explained that when a girl is at bat, a smaller ball is used. THEY SWITCH OUT THE BALL. WHAT??? That make ZERO sense so just as I’m about to tell everyone exactly what I think about that, our pitcher is like “oh she will love the next rule”…

Rule #2 in this messed up league… when there are 2 outs and a guy is walked the girl (who bats next) is automatically sent to 1^st base without batting. Why you may ask? So the defense isn’t walking the guy so he can’t hit and the next out (the girl) will be an EASY one. Ohhhh HELL no! First why are we treating anyone differently? Second who says a girl cant hit and is going to be an easy out?? It is so extremely sexist and demeaning! In co-ed soccer the guys push me around and steal the ball. They don’t stand back and say “oh a girl has it, I’ll be nice and not try to steal it!!!” Grrr… so I went all Spartan. It was a great first impression Im sure.. everyone probably thinks Im crazy.

After practice I got to go to… the Texas MedClinic. Oh it was fun. When I have free healthcare in England I don’t need to go to the doctor. When I am home with the best doctor ever and am living off of the government on free Obama care… I don’t need to go to the doctor. When I move to Texas and haven’t figured out a doctor… I need a doctor. So I make a call to the aunt and head to the MedClinic. I should probably explain why I was headed to the doctors huh? All day I had had a sore throat, headache and my stomach has been a gross for a bit. I looked at my throat at work and almost threw up when I saw a large white lump on the back right hand side. Ewww… So I call the mother to ask what strep looks like and I was informed that I did not have a choice… clinic it was.

Every time I visit a doctor that isn’t Dr. Holley, I miss Dr. Holley. Oh my goodness I miss him. Urgant care wasn’t a bad experience, but it wasn’t fun and friendly. I was asked what was wrong with me and if I had a fever. I wanted to say that I was here to find that out.. but didn’t. Apparently a 99.5 is not high enough of a fever to have strep because as soon as the nurse saw it she just looked at me and said that I didn’t have it. Ok… I would still like to see the doctor. He came in and looked down my throat and said that I did not have strep throat, but that since I was here that he would test me. He turns around, pull up google images, and googles Tonsil Stone. Yup.. that is exactly what I have. Why don’t I have normal ailments?? In college I had SHINGLES… and old person disease that none of my friends let me live down. (they are no joking matter btw. Shingles HURT) So I go thinking I have strep and I have tonsil stones. I hadn’t ever heard of tonsil stones. Basically it’s a build up of bacteria and they hurt. This morning was worse than yesterday. The back of the throat is BRIGHT red and swollen, it feels like someone is shoving Q-tips too far down my ears, Im pretty sure I have a fever because my teeth are starting to ache, and the absolute worst… I can feel the stone. Yeah its beyond gross. It feels like something is stuck in the back of your throat. Im nauseous just thinking about it. My tongue hits it when I swallow and I have to drink a ton of water with my meds (according to the doc) so its really really gross. If it falls out I am pretty certain that I am going to throw up. Just saying that right now.

Anyhoo… after the docs I went to CVS to pick up my meds, went through the McDonalds drive through (its 9:30 and I hadn’t eaten yet) and went home at last. Long day. The dogs were pumped to see me and wanted to eat my Big Mac (Fluff almost succeeded btw. Sneaky thing that one. She even got the bag knocked down on the floor. So close)

Tomorrow is my 15 seconds of humiliation at my relay. You will all hear about it this weekend. Promise.  If you are feeling courageous and want to learn something google Tonsil Stone. Its gross.

Miss you all!

Raining, Cats, and Dogs

You would think that at some point in a 3 day weekend of laziness that I would be able to blog. Well… it was a weekend of laziness so please forgive me. I cant remember the last time that I had three days off in a row. In retail you work on holidays so I have just worked every single day! I loved the 3 day break! (P.S cute post title right?? Hehe)

I was given the cat for the week (see previous posts) and the evil cat is in fact not that evil. She let me pet her on her back and tum (I was told only on her head) and she just purred away. So after getting used to having a dark figure dart through the dining room at of the corner of my eye, I started to like having the cat around. By the end of the weekend she was sitting on my lap while I read. Something I forgot about cats… they make you feel flabby. They nestle in and start purring, then decide that they want to stand up and start kneading your stomach. Really?? Why?? Why is this a requirement. Not only does it feel weird, they are literally kneading any excess flab like it is dough. Then once it was sufficiently pummeled, they spin around, lay down, start purring and then look at you with the “why aren’t you petting me” face. MmmHmmm…. Love you too cat.

I did lose the cat last night. Lose as they took the cat back to the other house when they came home, not lose as I let it out into the wild. Last night was hard… the last few nights I have attributed every noise to the cat. No one can walk quietly in that house, and the cat is no exception. So anything little noise I just told myself was the cat. Well now she is gone so every little noise is now something very scary. I do still have the dogs, but they are shut in the entryway so they cant make every little creak. Argh!

Sticking to the animal topic… I still have the two dogs. I love have them. We are already bffs and they get all pumped to see me when I get home. I usually have to rescue Fluffy from the tree branch that is stuck in her fluff (I call her Fluff btw.. ) Sat night I decided that they needed an adventure. I need to take one on a walk. I was told that if I was smart I would not both at once because it’s a disaster. I grab one leash, go outside and get Annabeth and head to the gate with her. I turn around and there is Fluff sitting on the porch looking at us with the most dejected look that I think she could muster. I now understand the meaning of puppy eyes. Oh my goodness… I couldn’t just leave her. So…. I took both on a walk. Yup.. stupid. Not only did they not want to go the same way, but they didn’t want to walk the same speed or sniff the same things. And of course they cant walk on the same side for more than 15 seconds at a time. I kept having to switch the leashes from hand to hand. During the switch there was always one who was trying really hard to make the great escape and catch a deer. Not sure Im doing that again…

Everyone probably has those moments in life… the moments that suddenly something that your parents have been saying to you since you were little and never understood finally makes sense. (I cant believe I am admitting this… Just know that my parents will call after reading this and say “I told you”) I took piano for years growing up. I took that dreaded drive out Wellman road all because I promised my parents that if I could take piano I would never ask for anything else (that is also how I got a cat by the way… gullible parents!). So for $5 a week I visited the nicest lady ever and played for half an hour while the nicest man ever read the paper in the next room. I started not wanting to practice and not wanting to go. The parents said (and I quote) “Anna. You are going to keep doing this so some day you can sit down at the piano and just enjoying playing”. MmmHmmm… sure parents. They will be happy to know that they were 100% right. Sunday night I took out my cousins stuff and sat down to play. So kudos parents. Thanks for forking out the $5 every week.

It rained all weekend and I loved it. It was a stead little rain, it was a downpour (most of the time). Me being as crazy as I am, sprinted outside the first time it poured. I literally jogged through the house and ran through the yard like a crazy person. One dog thought I was cool and joined me, the other thought we should both be committed. It was so much fun. The last time water fell on me it was frozen, the temp was approximately -17, my skin hurt, my nose hairs frozen, my lungs burning, and my skin didn’t feel it hit me under 4 layers of thick fabric. So… I got a little crazy and ran around in the rain with one of the two dogs and got soaking wet. So. Much. Fun.

Yesterday had a rough start… the day after a break usually does, but I planned for it and still failed. First I rose from bed the minute my alarm went off at 6am (usually Im up at 625) Secondly… I knew what I was going to wear (that never happens) and my bag was packed minus my lunch. How did I end up leaving 15 mins late then you wonder? Two words… Muddy. Dogs. Yup my furry friends turned against me. I let them out, made my lunch, realized I forgot to put out their food and water so I opened the door and BAM. Two muddy dogs (it rained all weekend) came tearing into the house. Usually they don’t even try to get in, but the cat was in the kitchen. Awesome. So after some yelling (they actually listened really well. I said out twice and they were back outside) I got to clean the entry/kitchen floor. Then I realized it was garbage day and had to do up all of that. Forgetting about that on Monday helped me though! Fluff usually jumps up on me and I was in a pale blue dress. Muddy paws and a pastel color=trouble. So I used the garbage bags as a shield. Very usual. In my rush I forgot breakfast so I got to eat Cadbury eggs. I guess at least they are eggs right?? :) The rest of the day went really well! Just had to get through the first 2.5 hours.

More about this blue dress… I love it. I think I’m way overdressed to go to work in it but I don’t even care. Calvin knew what he was doing when designing this dress (actually is Calvin Klein even alive?? Not sure he is… anyways) The sole reason I bought it (well I like the color so that’s a slight exaggeration) was its spin quality. Yes I am still a 5 year old girl because when I put it on I started spinning and it flowed out. That sells dresses every single time. Who doesn’t like them??  So I get too dressed up to work just so I can spin.

I have this morning ritual that I would like to cease performing. Every morning without fail my alarm goes off and I smash it. Yes smash. I do not tap, push, or hit the snooze button. I smash it. I do that for 20-25 minutes and as Im laying there trying to keep my eyes open and convince myself that I really should get up to be on time for work I say “I really need to go to bed early tonight”. Then I promise myself that I will. Does it ever happen?? No. And every night as Im setting my alarm I say “Im going to get up early tomorrow so I can take my time, or treat myself to Starbucks”. You guessed it… that does not happen either (yesterday being the exception) So perhaps, just maybe, tonight I will go to bed at 10 like I am supposed to.

Ok its official. I thought it may happen…. Im becoming depressed that I am using my art history degree from 2 reputable institutions to yell at people for not filling out their timesheets correctly. Im trying not to think about it, but this week it has been harder not to. Also I am realizing how much Im forgetting. I saw a Rueben’s in a book and I knew that I should know who it was… but I had to read the caption. FOR A RUEBENS. For an art historian, his paintings are obvious especially if there is a nude woman in it (long story) Oh and I realized that when Im done getting everyone to fix their timesheets there is ANOTHER PAY PERIOD. Gah.

Epidermis vs. Texas and Other Tales of Woe

Ok so this post will not be as woeful as the title suggests. I just thought that it sounded cool and dramatic. The Epidermis vs. Texas part on the other hand... that is legit. Its a battle that unfortunately my pasty white outer layer is losing.

Remember those stickers? Those mean little balls of spikes that I continuously complain about? Well Im going to complain about them again because I hate them. (more than the cows) For those of you who are not around me on Dec 20th every year (my sis's bday btw!) you miss my annual allergic reaction. Its a slight one. Im not rushed to the ER or popping Benedryl but it hurts, itches, stings and I get angry red bumps all over my arms. Christmas trees and I do not get along. As soon as I get poked by the evil little Blue Spruce needles, I am uncomfortable. That is nothing compared to what happens to my epidermis when I get stuck with a sticker. (before I move on... if you are wondering about the Dec. 20th date, we arent allowed to put the tree up before then because my parents love to torture me, so I beg that we put it up on the 20th.) Wow I am not sure how a simple story about stickers has turned into such a saga...

Anyways I fell earlier this week trying to be Ronaldinho and landed on my arms, hands, and leg. I had picked myself up, brushed off the dirt, mopped up the blood and pulled a few thorns out of my skin. Ok this isnt fun but no big deal. The next day I spent some of work trying to pull more out of my hand and there were angry red spots on my arms and legs. I made sure that all of the thorns were out of my skin and figured that everything would calm down and I would be back to normal. Wednesday is when things got gross. I took my cousin to swim practice and there was a track there so I wore workout clothes. I threw them on after work and ran off to bring her to practice. I was walking around the campus of Immaculate Word and felt a fly on my leg. I stopped to brush it off and just stared at my shin. The bumps were bright bright red and full of nasty green nastiness. I almost died, right there in the middle of a campus. The stickers are so tiny but yet they cause so much grossness and pain! I am officially not a fan and try to avoid them like the plague.

Ok that was way too much on stickers. In other news...

I going through a phase that I cant get enough coleslaw or potato salad. Its WEIRD. After the party on Wed, I inherited a bunch of food.. one of the items being potato salad. It was probably a 1/4 of the way gone but its the FAMILY size tub and its almost gone. In 2 days I have eaten (alone) almost an entire thing of potato salad that is meant to feed a party of people. Coleslaw is just as bad... I keep buying the container of it at the store and the first thing I do when i come home from work is crack open the container. I dont ruin my dinner on Oreo's anymore.. its coleslaw. It is so weird.

Speaking of dinners... I dont know whats wrong with me. At home I was in charge of dinner once a week and I rocked it. (generally. there were a couple int he 18 months that were rough but I blame the recipe not the chef) Down here I am horrible. I made chewy mac and cheese, non-spicy chicken wing dip, and many other fails. I am completely unoriginal with dinner ideas and am starting t live off of pasta again. This isn't good. Im not sure if its because this is someone else's kitchen down here or what. I need to start feeding myself better!

This weekend will be quiet and lazy. Im so excited. I can not remember the last time that I have had 3 days off in a row. I have cleaned, done laundry, showered, organized every article of clothing in my drawers. I ripped everything out of my drawers and refolded, organized and took inventory. I finally feel settled I think. I think I may watch a movie tonight... crazy. Oh and I have time to read!! Its sad how excited I am to have nothing to do.

Update on the bull: He has gone rouge. There hasn't been a sighting of him or his carcass. I thought you would all be concerned so I had to update you :) I havent had any awkward encounters with the cows recently. Perhaps my contorting in the field freaked them out and they are staying away.

Alright I think Im done blogging for the day. I want to read and this post is weird! :) Sorry for the random topics and gross content. I miss you all.

What a Week

Ciao amici!

Im not sure what Im going to tell you all tonight. I dont have too much to say. Hmm... I guess Ill start with the cat? I inherited the cat for the weekend which I am completely ok with. I like cats and dogs, and all three of the animals are super easy to take care. Its nice to not be the only living thing in this big house! Well... the dogs stay outside all day and come in for night. No big deal. The cat stays in all the time. Im not used to having something moving in the house. At all. So I have screamed and jumped a mile in and a half 4 times now. This morning was the worst.... completely didnt expect anything to be on the kitchen counter counter when I turned the corner and it didnt help that my eyes were all sleep crusted, blurry and half open. I almost peed my pants and I smashed my elbow on the door frame from jumping back so far. So I started my morning swearing, hopping around the kitchen clutching my elbow, and informing the cat that my misery was entirely its fault. The other 3 scares have been thankfully much less drama. I have just been startled really.

I need to get better at working out (I know I keep saying this!) Today was casual day at work so I decided to wear my Sperrys and a pair of capris. I LOVE my white pair so I dug them out last night and tried them on.... didnt fit. Apparently last year I was skinnier. Ok... awesome. So I think I have my motivation! Also I am in love with wearing the spandex capri workout pants. I love them. I know there is a huge lash out against them on the internet in blogs, articles, etc. And Im kinda  hypocrite because I hate when girls think leggings are pants but they arent (sorry if I can see the pattern on your underwear, you arent wearing pants) But I LOVE the workout ones. They make me feel like an Olympian and that I can take on anyone. Not sure if I would wear them in public, but I love them when Im by myself. Funny how leggings bring up all sorts of debates on the male gaze, modesty and feminism huh?

Im giving ya'll (dont worry I dont say it... yet!) homework. Text, message, email, call, telegram, mail me a good song. I am so tired of my music and mosrt days I need to at work to get through my day. When the people around me are on calls I can. not. think. I am so happy that Rascal just put out a new album because that has kept me going for a week, but now even that is getting old!!

Flag Football.... gah. Still not sure if I am a fan. 1. I dont like not being good at it. 2. I hate playing a zone defense and dont get it. 3. Apparently I keep letting in touchdowns. 4. I tweaked my bad knee again. I was worried about what it was going to be like Wed morning. I remember waking up after I injured it in indoor and not being able to straighten it out at all and freaking out. (no health insurance causes you to freak out when you injure yourself. It apparently also makes your mother freak out as she yelled at me about it when I had to shimmy down the stairs on my butt because I couldnt walk) It has just been stiff the last two days. Not painful anymore thankfully. I felt it pop and give out a few minutes in and we didnt have any girl subs so I was just like crappers. Going to have to play through this. I didnt really tweak it that badly, which I am thankful for! So anyways... flag football is eh. Im excited to start to softball. That sport I can handle.

I really don't have anything else to tell you guys. Im sorry this is just a lame and short post! I hope everything is well with everyone and that Ashville isnt still swimming in water. I always miss the good stuff....

Everything I forgot to tell you on Saturday....

I trying to keep up with blogging now that my life is a little more under control! I remembered all sorts of things to tell as soon as I shut my laptop yesterday so I decided to crank out another post!

First item I forgot to mention... I got the dogs on Friday. The aunt and uncle were out of town this weekend and will be next weekend so I have two furry friends for the week. I love having them already. They make the creepy house less creepy! I forgot how much I forgot having a dog around. They are SO excited to see you everytime you come home. I walk out the door and get showered with licks and pummeled with wagging tails. Love it. (ok sometimes the licking is a bit much, but its really ok) They come in at night so it is nice to know that there are other beings in the house that are on my side!!

Work... I forgot to mention it. I am so incredibly grateful that I work 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week and can pay my bills. For those of you who dont know, I had been working 2 jobs (at one time 4) and was literally working everyday, all day for 18 months. I love having free time. Its a gift! The job isnt the dream. Not going to lie. Its a little and I think Im just frustrated because I dont know what Im doing on my new project and I constantly have to bug someone and ask. I dont dread going to work (which is something new for me!) but Im not 100% pumped either.

I have had a few new experiences down here! One of them being mowing.... with a push mower. I apparently have been spoiled in life. My definition of mowing is lazily basking in the sun (with tons of sunscreen of course) with the tunes playing and cold water in my cup holder. That mowing is fun. Its the best "chore" there is. Honestly though.. how is that chore?? Mowing for realeezes.... that sucks. I am scratched, tired, hot, tired, sore, tired, thirsty, tired and have blisters the size of Texas on my hands by the time Im done. Probably should mention that the yard is 1/16th the size of mine at home. When I done I lay down in the middle of the yard, and then get mad at how prickly it is, and lay there anyways because Im too tired to move. This time the dogs were here with me while I moved. They would follow me around, but as soon as I turned a corner and headed towards me they would flip out, sprint away, and start following me again. They needed to make up their mind... either they are scared of the mower or they arent. One or the other! I want to just open the gate and let the cows in to to my work for me. But alas I cannot. (I also would like to eat them but that is another story)

Another new experiences... new species of wild life. Gone are the days of cute rabbits and bears. Here there are HUGE rabbits with uber long ears. I named the one on the ranch Rabbit (after the Winnie the Pooh Rabbit. Not just because it is a rabbit.) The rabbit looks just like Rabbit. (confusing I know. Too many rabbits) Last week I saw these cool little green lizards... and they werent the little! They were so cute. Basically picture a Red Eff (is that how you spell that??) and make it 3 times bigger and BRIGHT green. They were so cool. I wanted to catch one, but I didnt know if the oil on my hands would hurt it like the Red Effs (thanks Girl Scouts!) More cool species... armadillos!! There is an entire family living in the yard. Im not sure if they are destructive, or mean, but they are cute. And there are little offspring. Tiny little armadillos. Adorable. I did almost kill them all... the dogs were barking to get into the pool area and I needed to go in to take off the chair cushions, so I opened the gate and saw an entire armadillo family booking it for cover. Ooops...

The last of my new experiences... hunting for the dead bull. Yup. I went a scavenger hunt for a carcass. Kinda made me feel a little Texan. Apparently a Bull is MIA and we were trying to find its body. For some reason we werent trying to find it alive... ?? Idk. I just went on the walk. We didnt find a rotting corpse thank goodness. I never heard if anyone found the bull... Ill ask and keep you all updated as Im sure you are on the edge of your seats and will lose seats worrying about it. I hope its not dead because it hasnt ever been part of the herd that gathers to watch me make a fool out of myself.

Working out.... dont doing well. PDogg.... I may need that voicemail of motivation. I laid down on the floor to do crunches in a frugal attempt to return to my glory days of having a legit 6 pack and.... I FELL ASLEEP. No joke. I was laying there motivating myself, looking at the lofty ceiling (its an old house) and I woke up 20 minutes later. HAHA Wow. I need help. Who naps instead of working out. I was ready. Inspiration cutoff on (it says "Train like a Beast, Look like a Beauty"), hair up, headband on to contain the fly away hair... and I fell asleep. ARGH. Palmer you need to come down and whip me into shape! (for free of course because Im poor. The weather is nice though!)

Tomorrow is my football game, so Im telling you right now that I wont blog tomorrow. Wednesday you will hear all about my incompetence. No worries. Be ready to chuckle. I start softball in June and will be much better at that (complete credit going to PDogg!)

I doubt he read this, but I desperately need Sam to fix my computer. My pop-ups are horrible and I miss his banter. (although I am on his list.) I also havent couponed since I have been down here. I sure dont miss CHQ one bit, except for who I worked with. I miss them all :) (and the golf carts!!!)

Well I need to make dinner and attempt to work out (for the second time tonight) I think Ill get out the soccer ball. My footwork is rusty and my shots are like rainbows. Unacceptable. I need to find somewhere to play!

Oh I completely forgot... Im running a relay for the Corporate Cup on May 31st. Im on a team of Accenture co-workers (i know one teammate well, he is my buddy, one slightly and one not at all). Im hoping they arent expecting much. Its been awhile since I have been fast. Cant wait to blog about that!!!!

I miss you all. Very much!

Catching Ya'll Up On My Life

Wow where to start?? Maybe with an apology? I am sorry that I have been slacking! I haven’t really… I have just been too busy from coming back from NYC. I feel like this weekend I have finally been able to feel caught up on my life! (clothes are clean, house is livable, and I know where everything is again!)

NYC in a nutshell…. Well as most of you know I went down for a meeting about how to apply to the University of Oxford. I left Thursday morning (easiest trip ever btw. The airport is literally 12 mins from my house) and got into the city in the afternoon. I stopped at Starbucks (like I always do) and got to Uncle Billy’s at about 3 where I immediately started devouring a bagel from my favorite bakery in Grand Central.

The Oxford meeting went well. It was right next to Zara so it took everything in my power to not stop and shop! The building was amazing and the meeting was on the 32^nd floor so as I sat down and got settled when I looked out of the window, I could see the Statue of Liberty in the harbor. My jaw literally dropped.  The presentation was helpful and informative, but I loved it because it was so nice to see tweed again, and hear words like “jumper”, “trousers”, “keen”, “bloody” and “coach” all in a perfect British accent. I felt “homesick” for London.

On Friday I went shopping up and down 5^th Ave and spent too much money… so it was a blast! That night Uncle Billy celebrated my birthday with Lobster Bisque and Duck at the Union League. So delicious. Saturday I went to a museum Uncle Billy and then spent too much money at the Strand! Sunday we went to church and I flew home… not an easy flight this time as we sat for an hour on the runway and had one of the worst landing I have ever experienced (I don’t like landings so that didn’t help)

Since being back in Texas... I have played my first flag football game since high school. Im really not good. That’s not me being modest. I did have a pretty nice catch and…. Forgot to run. Yeah. Stupid. I thought the guy had pulled my flags but by the time I looked down, realized he hadn’t, and started to move again he pulled them. At least I caught it right?? Oh and there are gender plays (don’t get me started…) that only the girls are allowed to play. The ball has to go to a girl like every 4^th play or something and when it doesn’t there is a gender play. Well I was guarding my girl and the pass goes to her and I step up to intercept it… goes through my hands and right into hers and we are in the endzone so I gave up a touchdown. Argh. We play every Tuesday so Ill keep you all updated on my incompetence.

Im getting used to my commute…. But that does not mean I like it. Now I just get roadrage. I am literally in a bad mood when I get home from work everyday. On the flyover from 410 to 281 the traffic literally stops and we sit. So annoying! I miss back country roads that I can just drive on! On of these days Im going to get in a accident from rear ending someone. It literally is 65mph to 0 in a few feet. I hate it.

I really need to start working out so I am attempting to motivate myself. It SO hard for me to workout without goals (or PDogg yelling J haha) I don’t need to be faster, stronger or better then anyone else anymore so its hard for me to pick going for a run over sitting at the pool reading! Well Thursday night I actually did it. Laced up my cleats, got my ipod and ran (I lie… jogged) a mile on the ranch. The time was a horrible 8 mins and I was dead. At home I would collapse in the grass, but here if you do that I get thorns in me (more on that later). I decided to pump up the volume on my pod, and Timber came on( I hope the older generation doesn’t know that song..) For those of you who know me.. you know that I love having dance parties. Alone. Pump up the music and bust out the horribly embarrassing moves. Picture a Texas ranch field… me all alone rocking out in the middle of the open space with the hair on top of my head looking absolutely crazy. Im going crazy to this stupid song (no twerking though. When my kids ask me with disdain if I twerked, I will proudly be able to say no) Anyways all alone looking like Im convulsing and the song ends… I turn around to get my soccer ball and literally every cow on the ranch is there staring at me with that stupid cow look. You have GOT to be kidding me. They seriously see every stupid thing that I do. So the cows are still giving me grief.

The thorns… apparently they are called stickers (so the Texans say) which is not accurate. Stickers are fun and nice. This thorns are not. They are like the brown burrs back home, but meaner. They stick in my soccer ball and I cant walk outside without getting impaled by one. I have one buried in my finger from Thursday. Texas is hostile.

People at work and from home keep asking me if Im homesick… Yes and No. I am just starting having pangs of it on Wednesday night.  I don’t miss Ashville NY. I don’t think I ever really will now. Im used to being away. But I miss people. Heres where I get sappy…. I am so grateful for the support system and people in my life. Moving away has helped me to realize that I have a lot of people who are there for me.. and I feel so blessed. So I miss people. And they aren’t all from home! Looking through old pictures this week has made me miss a lot of friends that have been an important part of my life. I miss my soccer team too. I don’t think they realize how much I care about them and their successes. Back to being less serious… I miss food. Oh my goodness I miss Wegmans subs. Why didn’t I eat more of those in the last 18 months?? And the General… I need wings and a Similar to a Cuban. The weird one is Johnnys. I haven’t been there in ages, but as soon as I leave town I crave it.

I am loving San Antonio just because there are things here. Like a 5 min drive gets me to sushi, Chipotle, Orange Leaf, Target, Starbucks, Walmart, and like 50 restaurants. What??!! No more driving 45 mins to civilization!! Im in it! Im starting to find some more things. Slowly but surely.  

OK its my bedtime and I need to save some stuff for other blogs! I miss everyone!