So, I know everyone reading this is kind of hoping that I will talk about something other than a forthcoming trip that I’ve been going on and on about for the last two weeks. Obviously that is going to be impossible, but know that I tried.
Because? This trip? Is happening tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, I’m back to being nervous and trying to concentrate. This is going to be the longest 40 hours ever (dramatic, yes?). Also, I’m now meeting one of her friends, which adds an added element to the whole “freak out because I’m seeing her” thing. It certainly doesn’t double the nervousness, but it adds a little extra something.
Anyway, today promises to be a giant mess of being nervous/very excited and trying to will the clock to move faster.
Last night was a friend’s birthday, so we had a nice dinner out, which was very low key and nice. I’ve also somehow been sleeping well the last few days, which might be contributing to my general feeling of happiness (but probably not, I think I could be exhausted and still happy right now).
So, anyway, tomorrow! Wow!
Something else I did yesterday? Well I may have gone out and gotten myself this handsome little devil:
He’s a charming little guy, yes?
Hope everyone has a wonderful day!
So, I have had a fantastic (!!!) morning so far, and I want to share it with all of you.
I went to bed early last night, slept (somewhat) well (minus a horrible dream that woke me at 2:30 in the morning), and then woke up at 5:00 for a 5-mile run! Now I feel energized and productive.
I also got paid this morning! This might seem like it shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is. My place of business sometimes has trouble paying people on time. Especially when you’re hopping around for training. But as of this morning I got a very nice direct deposit that includes my per diem, and I’m so so happy. I’ve decided that having money is infinitely nicer than not having money.
Of course, as you all know, the real reason that my morning is wonderful is that I’m seeing a certain someone in TWO DAYS! Is everyone as excited as I am? Maybe? A little?
So this is one of those days I kind of feel like going back to bed. Things are going a little too well this morning, I’m waiting for some sort of market correction.
Now I’m off to a busy day that will include all the errands I’ve been waiting to run until I knew I was going to get paid. And no, I have not managed to stop smiling yet. I wouldn’t count on it either.
Look at this! A second post! When I promised it! Alert the media!
About two weeks ago I mentioned two old friends tracking me down. Well one of these friends (the friend from high school) and I managed to chat this weekend, and it was really nice. It’s fun to catch up with someone you haven’t talked to in a few years, see where life has taken you.
So my surprise today? I had a big block of time free this morning/afternoon. Unexpected, but very nice. I may have spent the entire time chatting with someone online? And quite honestly? It’s making my day. If I keep smiling like this, people are going to think that there is something wrong with me. I imagine it going something like this:
Person 1: There’s that guy who always has a big smile on his face.
Person 2: Yeah, I heard that when he was a kid there was some freak farm accident where a tractor ran over his head.
Person 1: That’s awful!
Person 2: And then they accidentally fed him paint chips while he was recovering in the hospital.
So maybe I should try to control myself? A little?
Also, as I approach Friday, time is actually slowing down. By my calculations, the time between 1:30 (the end of lunch) and 5:00 Friday afternoon (when I leave), will actually take 347 years. If there is a quantum physicist reading this, can you please explain?
Thank all of you who commented/emailed yesterday. The nerves are better today, which has of course been replaced with the excitement of my being there in THREE DAYS. And I apologize to everyone who has been faithfully reading what I write, because I know the last two weeks have been some variation on this theme, and it probably won’t change in the next few days. Three days! So excited.
So this morning we’re starting early, which is my least favorite thing to do. However, yesterday I managed to sleep! I went for a run after I was done yesterday (almost killing myself in the dark on the way back, so I’m going to need a new idea there…) and then was super energized all night before being able to fall (and stay) asleep. It was only 6 1/2 hours, but that’s something, right?
In a related note, today’s title is one of my favorite quotes ever. Everyone has to love Sinatra, right?
So with my newfound energy, I promise (really, I will this time) a longer post later today. Hope everyone has a great day!
The rest of my weekend was pretty much as quiet as my Saturday. More work to finish for this morning, more lovely phone calls, and finally doing my laundry (which is no longer silently judging me).
Last night I was talking with super-friend E, and she asked if I was nervous for next weekend (when I’m taking a trip to see a certain someone).
After I was done laughing hysterically, I responded that yes, I am indeed quite nervous.
This weekend, in the midst of one of the aforementioned lovely phone calls with a certain girl, she came up with a startling statistic. Assuming (for the sake of the math) that the average date lasts 2 hours, we’ve been on about 17 dates thus far. That’s a lot of talking. I’ve honestly never been in a situation before where I’ve talked to a person so much before actually meeting them. So, we have here a nice, funny, intelligent woman (who happens to be gorgeous) who I’m obviously comfortable talking to (and who I’ve talked to a lot), but who I won’t have met before Friday.
Nervous doesn’t begin to describe it. I’d say it’s more of an “I hope I can eat at some point between now and Friday,” type of feeling.
So today I’ll ask anyone out there, have you ever been in a similar situation? How was it? Any tips?
Has anyone else noticed that I’m becoming good at posting a short little something in the morning with a promise for a longer post later in the day, and then not delivering? Sorry about that, I don’t know why this happens, and I promise to be on my best behavior from now on.
Rhode Island is gorgeous this weekend. Today the temperature was a comfortable 35 degrees and there was no wind (please note: I’m not being sarcastic, this is quite literally the nicest that New England gets in the winter). This allowed me to exercise my general rule about running (if it’s over 32 degrees, you run in shorts) and go for a nice 6-miler in said shorts. I hadn’t gotten out as much as I normally like this week and it was just nice. However, next week I’m going to have to do 2-3 runs at 5:30 in the morning if they’re going to get fit in, which might be a little much to handle.
A funny story? Anytime the temperature either goes up or down quickly, I get phone calls. You see, somewhere in the last 5-25 years, a company had my cell phone number as their business number. It is currently smacked on the side of furnaces, air conditioning units, water heaters, and assorted other niceties all over New England. So when people want to call the company that installed this recently broken piece of junk, they call me instead. Honestly? I kind of like it. I don’t know why.
When I’m trying to compose my thoughts for a post, I jot down one word notes to remind me of what I’m thinking about. Currently I don’t understand one of the words, so I should probably be getting to bed soon.
Friday was nice. Quiet but productive day followed by a lovely phone call and then dinner with friends. And dinner? Was a blast. Nothing like sitting around telling stories and jokes while eating (too much) fantastic food. Really a perfect low key evening of dinner, laughing, and a glass of wine that probably prevented me from sleeping (ugh).
Today was also supposed to be laundry day. I decided that as it got later, people would be going out (not me, because I’m a rockstar apparently) and I could use the machines(I even went so far as to pile the laundry in the corner of my room). No. Such. Luck. Because, in the midst of another wonderful conversation (Next Friday is going to be wonderful) I realized that I had let it get far too late. Now I have a pile of laundry silently judging me from the corner. I’ll have to do it first thing in the morning. I just don’t like laundry, though I love the smell of fresh laundry, which leads me to a bit of a conundrum. Oh well, the clothes can judge me until sunrise.
Since I’m getting delirious, it is time for bed. Hope everyone is having a great weekend!
So I wasn’t going to post this morning. I hit snooze twice (the alarm is being moved to the other side of the tonight), I’m still sore from yesterday (though I managed to get a good night’s sleep! Yay!), I’m running a little late (it’s the difference of being able to enjoy a nice walk or having to drive) and my fingers hurt.
Why do my fingers hurt? Because last night I tried to fix my warm jacket so I could wear it on the morning walks to prevent hypothermia. Of course, being not so great with the needle and thread, I lost approximately 4 pints of blood in the process.
So I’m kind of grumbling, sore, and running around getting ready, when I get a very sweet text message, and now I’m just smiling. It’s the little things, you know?
Ok, I’m off now, there will be more posting later, but I wanted to share.
Hope everyone has a fantastic Friday!
Lately I’ve been thinking about how to help people in your life. It’s easy to comfort people, to listen, to do little things to make life easier for those you care about; but how do you truly help someone?
A very close friend of mine is in her first year of law school, and she has struggled at times. She wonders if she’s making the right decision, if she’s smart enough to be there, and generally taking part in the emotionally draining hell that is modern legal education. It sucks, I remember being there too. And while I have no doubt that she’s going to do fine and that she’ll one day laugh about how stressed out it got her, I wonder how best to communicate those things? I know there’s comfort in being supported, but at the same time it’s so easy to write off the support as just a thing that friends do.
The ironic thing about all of this? A few months ago, our roles were reversed. I was really down after the breakup, and she was the one talking to me every day, trying to cheer me up, and I was the one thinking in my head, “it’s nice that she’s so supportive, but she doesn’t know what I’m going through.” Now when we talk, and I feel the same reaction I just want to somehow make it not the same.
I lost a friend, years ago, and I’ve always wondered what might have been if I had taken some time to talk to him the last time I saw him. I was running late to class when I passed him, caught up in all the various unimportant thoughts that normally take up the day. The thing is? I don’t even remember the last time we had a real talk. It was a busy time, and though I saw him every day we hadn’t really talked in a while. Maybe nothing could have been changed, but I would have liked to have a chance, you know?
Obviously my friend now isn’t in the same place, but I’m left wondering how to really help someone. Any thoughts would be appreciated.
And now for something completely different, because this is a bit heavier than what I normally throw out.
Someone pointed out to me yesterday that, before last night’s regularly scheduled phone call, we had spent 22 hours talking on the phone in recent weeks. 22 hours! I think that must be some sort of record. And honestly? It’s one I’m happy to hold. Though the next 9 days are going to absolutely drag. Can it be next weekend yet? Please?
Also, thank you for the good luck wishes! I’m settling into a rhythm now and things are going really well! I’m enjoying myself and catching up with old friends. I’m spending a lot of my free time running all the little errands that need to get done, but things are going really well so far.
My first day went well (it must have been the blue bowl)! A promised promotion I was a little nervous about came through, and generally things went very smoothly.
I haven’t really slept the last two nights, due to the strangeness of being in a new place, but last night I spent slightly less time awake, so I’m excited at the prospect of feeling like a human again, though probably not for a few days.
So, I promise a lengthier post later today, it’s in the works, but I don’t quite have enough time to post it before things get started this morning.
*The title of this post was a bet, and let’s just say someone may have promised some making out if I went through with this. The next ten days are going to drag.
I wanted to say a quick hi to everyone who either (a) visited here yesterday or (b) posted comments to me over at La’s (they were all very nice)!
I’ve arrived in Rhode Island, and I’ll all checked in and ready to go. I’m a little nervous for the first day, but excited too! Got to have dinner with friends last night, and got all settled in.
Does anyone else have little superstitions? Or little things you do just out of habit? This morning, I was greeted by the choice of two perfectly normal bowls (I needed my cheerios fix). One was blue, the other was red, but they were alike in every other way. I actually picked up the red one so I could get to the blue one, automatically. It just seemed instinctual that I would eat out of a bowl that was my favorite color, especially on my first day. Maybe I need another cup of coffee.
Something I discovered last night? It’s even nicer talking to La when there are no angry neighbors knocking on my car window. Something else? The next week and a half is going to go far too slowly.
Off to begin my first day! Wish me luck!
