A Horrible Warning

At Least I'm Not Talking About the Mortgage Meltdown...

I think I'm having a minor blogging crisis. There is plenty happening in my life, but none of it sounds interesting to me...at least not the things I'm ready to write about.

Yikes, I think I have written that sentence, or a reasonable facsimile of it, before. So now I'm boring AND redundant. Awesome.

OK, so I guess I can at least let you guys in on the things I am looking forward to. There is one thing I never get tired of and that is a good list. It's something, right? I know, blogger angst is soooo sexy...

Things I am Totally Looking Forward to

1. 1 week from tomorrow, I get to go see the Foo Fighters at the Forum in LA with my best friend from high school. This will be the 4th time I've seen them, and I think it's going to be the best yet. Which is totally saying a lot since they set the joint on fire. Gush.

2. Since I will be in SoCal, I get to see my nieces. I didn't go down at all this month, which is an unwelcome interruption in my regular schedule. I hear Ruffle Butt has 2 teeth and is sitting up on her own and The Chipmunk is going to preschool for the longer big girl hours. I'm not sure I will get to go down in April either, so I will have to breathe it all in while I can.

3. Also on this trip I will get to take a personalized cooking class that my mom arranged as a Christmas present for us girls. One of the parishoners at her church is apparently an excellent cook, and he has agreed to work with my sisters, our high school best friends, and Mom on some basics in the kitchen. There are a zillion things I want to learn, and I'm sure I will pelt him with questions the entire time. Maybe I should bring wine...what maybe, of course I will bring wine.

4. Except when I am with him, I am in perpetual looking forward mode with EB. I had such a lovely time with him this weekend, and the separation is sweet agony. Friday night can't come soon enough.

5. I should be receiving my new running shoes in the next couple of days. I got a decent deal and I think the garnet is kind of kicky. Also, I just love that first run in new shoes...my feet feel all sproingy.

Told you I've been struggling with finding something to say...

I Will Still Totally Complain About Sleep Deprivation Tomorrow

I am up ridiculously late, and have not been posting, because I'm fascinated by addicted to websites such as this:

http://www.rottenneighbor.com/

I heard about this on a local news story. How trashy, and awesome, can you get?

What are your neighbors saying about you?

Contests Only Encourage Me

If you aren't already reading Lori over at Superfantastic, well, why the hell not? Um, anyway, you should be...especially if you are half the geek I am. She issued a challenge to write a 6 word memoir (read her post, she explains it best) the other day. I just can't resist a word challenge. These are my (sad) little entries:

Still haven't given up sugar

Q-Tip addiction, I can't quit you

Slow run, fast talk, capricious brain

Bladder, why must you mock me?

In touch with my inner nerd (yes, that is the category I put this post in, too...but it's 6 words and totally works, so it's in!)

Chapstick, mousse, thesaurus, my best friends

Vocabulary, verbosity, voracity, I heart alliteration

If you too are a word freak, go try a few...she is having a contest, and the deadline isn't until Friday.

Quick, Say Something Funny...Nah, I've Got Nothing

Y'all, this hectic schedule of writing posts roughly every 10 days or so has become utterly exhausting. I just don't know how I keep up with it all.

*Snort*

I was looking at my last post earlier, and while I'm glad I wrote it and meant every word, I'm sorry I left it up for so long. It's kind of a downer.

So now I'm trying to think of a funny story...usually I am full of them. Maybe I will think of one to end with. For now, I will just try to counteract all the previous navel gazing with something, um, less navel gazing.

I'm a little over a month into all of these major adjustments, and it's been rather...undramatic. I mean, there have been moments, for sure. But all of the build-up in my head was so much worse than reality. I'm starting to get used to eating "low carb" (I put that in quotes because there are so many definitions of low carb...for me at the moment it is defined as considerably less than when I was the Carb Queen). I'm getting some level of control over my blood sugar, and doing the finger stick test thingy is getting to be second nature. Most of the time I'm feeling the benefits of eating better (but I am still trying to figure this all out, so sometimes I still feel a bit off).

I'm also becoming accustomed to EB being so far away most of the time. I still don't love it of course, but we have always had times of separation between his job, my school and running, and our families living on opposite coasts. The 300 miles just requires a bit more planning. And a lot more patience.

Thursday before last I called him to try and nail down plans to finally spend some time together. I got his voicemail, so I left a flirty dirty message. About an hour later, he called me back. The conversation went something like this (I've redacted some of the grosser parts):

EB - What are you up to?

HW - Laying in bed, thinking about you...

EB (sounding like a total perv) - Oh really?

HW - Yep...so do I get to see you this weekend?

EB - I can do better than that.

HW - Oh really? How is that?

EB - Why don't you come open your front door and find out?

HW - (May have squealed) You're here?!?

EB - Well come open the door and find out.

HW - (Opens door and sees handsome man standing there waiting...fights urge to fling herself at him...but is compelled to grab him in a very tight hug...then has another horrifying thought) - Hi!! I can't believe you're here!! I can't believe my house is in worse shape now than the last time you were here...What a great surprise!

It was an amazing surprise, unvacuumed carpet and running dishwasher and clothes dryer aside (it was very noisy at my place in more ways than one that night). He hadn't spent more than a couple of (waking) hours with me in about 6 weeks, plus he had just driven 4 hours. He may not even have noticed.

OK, I can't think of a funny story for you right now. I know tales of me embarrassing myself is why you come here, but like me, you will have to grow some patience. OK?

I promise, I'll think of something. Or do something, just for your amusement. See how much I love you?

*edited to add: EB called tonight right after I started writing this, and we talked for an hour...it was one of the best phone conversations we've had in a long time...and certainly one of the longest...sadly, this post kind of sucks because of it...you know, in the interest of full disclosure.