I don’t feel like I have anything blog worthy to say, but I haven’t
written in awhile and soon the hate mail will start coming in (ahem sister...)
so here I am writing a post that can put everyone asleep.
It has kinda been another rough week. Mentally AND physically
this time though. I have walked Monday, Tuesday with my aunt, and played
softball (more on that to follow) last night so I am tired. I go to walk right
after work (she feeds me... best deal ever) but that also means I am gone from
7am-8:30pm. I come home, shower and crash into bed. I haven’t gotten anything
done. My to-do list grows longer everyday. I owe people messages, emails and
phone calls. I am sorry if you are one of them… Im trying. Really. Oh and this
weekend I wont have time to catch up on life because I have two parties at my
house this weekend. (nope not for me.) When Im tired things seem overwhelming…
Why else was this week rough??... Oh none of my electronics are
working. My computer is shot. I knew that coming home from London (two years
ago), my cell is 5 hours ahead time wise (not all the time.. just randomly) my
car (not an electronic I know…) needs to be registered, have new plates, is
filthy (means I have to go through a car wash), AND needs an oil change. Seriously?
Oh and I need a Texas license. Those aren’t free. GAH! I thought I could start
saving money with my big girl job! Argh. Did I mention Im tired??? (therefore
overwhelmed)
I officially had to give up my soccer team. I knew it was
going to happen, but I was in complete denial. Sigh. It was hard. And still is.
They are in good hands though.
Speaking of soccer… I have been getting a LOT of push back
from losing respect for Germany. I didn’t think it was that controversial of a
statement!!! Honestly having class should always happen, no matter what the
level of play. And it’s the world cup… yes I get that, but that almost made it
worse. Jared claims that Brazil quitting is worse that Germany continuing to
shoot. We are agreeing to disagree. Dear Germany… you have been to the semi-finals
many times. Act like it. They went a little far in their humiliation.
Oh I did get going on the children immigrant issue this week
too.. but if I add that to this blog post it will be too much debate for one
measley entry. So perhaps another time.
I need some down time. Still haven’t watched the Great
Gatsby. Or Les Mis. Or eaten a Pizza Hut Buffalo Chicken Wing Pizza… which
TEXAS DOESN’T HAVE. (if I am repeating myself, I apologize) The pizza huts down
here are breaking my heart.
The house… is the reason I am so tired. (not 100% as I mentioned
above that I run every second of the day) Im sleeping better… as of last night.
But I was also so exhausted that Im not sure it counts. Im trying to get used
to it again. Trying.
I FORGOT! Yesterday was my first day of WFH (work from home).
It was weird. I LOVED getting out of bed, throwing on a tee, work out capris
and didn’t brush my hair. Or put on makeup. It was glorious. I even made
oatmeal for breakfast. Extra glorious.
It was weird though to be all alone in the kitchen working. I still had lync so
I could chat with people, but I could turn around and chat. Very weird.. I did
a lot of work so I was working, but it didn’t feel like I was working. I got to make mac and cheese for lunch, and a
cake on my lunch break. Oh and I filled the pool. I got stuff done on my break.
It was awesome. And I gained an extra half hour after work because I was home
at 4 instead of having to drive. So nice.
After my day working at home I headed out to our PCS Happy
Hour. (ok I cant get used to that. It looks like Panama Central School is
having a happy hour.) Here is where the day kinda goes wrong… I had a softball
game after happy hour. Yeah… I haven’t played well at ALL. Palmer would be embarrassed
by me and I wouldn’t make her team on a good night. The Sangria didn’t help my
cause. I didn’t do anything horrible really… except right at the end when we
are losing 23-10 (yup we pulled a Brazil) and I try to turn a full-fledged
swing bunt (I swung and I basically bunted it) into a home run. Yeah.. I was
golden for awhile. They over threw first and that means Im on third, but I decided
to milk it and get home. I think I was safe because the guy was expecting me to
slide, ( was expecting to slide either. Instinct just took hold) but the ump
called me out. We were down by too much to fight him. So I have a scrape on my
shin… a good one. And the top of my ankle is oozing liquids. Putting in the
clutch rips it open every time. Argh.I am still missing Palmer at my softball games. After I do something stupid I try to think of what she would tell me becasue its way better than what my teammates tell me.
I miss you all.
I miss you all.
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