Monday, July 23, 2007

Just a Few More Things to Say

I know I posted earlier this evening, but it didn't feel like a real post. (What does a real post feel like? I mean, having been out of practice for a week now, I'm a little out of sorts, I think, anyway. Regardless, I'm going to trust my gut on this one and write some more.) Plus, so much of my day today was wasted whining, it just wouldn't be an accurate weblog of my true Monday without a little bit of whining here. AND... I know I haven't told y'all much about my "vacation" from Pawpads last week. No worries... I'll keep some of the details to myself... hopefully, this will just take a second and then you can get right back to your job or whatever enthralling activity you tore yourself away from to read this little bit of drivel-on-ye-olde-web. (FYI... because it really is a nice word to know... drivel ['dri-v&l], intransitive verb, to talk stupidly and carelessly.)

This morning was the worst morning. I think I brought it on myself by posting last night about the scraping/sliding pinky toes I was "used to" at the cabin over the weekend. Complaining begets reasons to complain. Thus, another bullet to add to the "list of things I wish I'd known" that I'm determined to work in a reference to somewhere in this here post. Remind me if I don't mention it later. And yes, I am aware of the overabundance of prepositions in the sentence two sentences ago, grammar nazi; but thanks for thinking it. I'm a bit of a fan when it comes to prepositions. See? Three without even breaking a sweat. Speaking of breaking a sweat, I need to start working out again, I think. I considered doing it today, but the day has come and gone without so much as a thought toward doing any extra moving. So, I figured... I'll write it down here and have something to hold myself to when tomorrow comes. If tomorrow comes, that is. There is a special no-workout-necessary caveat if the world happened to end tonight, I believe. If we make it through to tomorrow, though, I'm on a renewed health-kick. No more fast food. Severe cutback of DCs. And running. I hate being healthy. That already sounds like a big old pain in the rear. Oh well... I wanna live to see 32 (since I'm so close to 31 already, I figure that wouldn't be much of a goal... and I like a little bit longer-range goals... even though the plans necessary to reach said longer-range goals always sound like more than I can handle. Regardless... I'll make it. I'm strong. Planning will not kill me. But, again, the world might end.) Okay, I have obviously gotten off on a number of tangents. (Isn't is sad when you can't just use the singular "tangent" and you have to slap the "s" on there because you KNOW how obvious it is that you've deviated WELL off-course?!) Let me refocus for a second... must scroll back up to beginning of post to see what I intended to write about... Oh yes, whining.

So, I came back to El Boro last night knowing that I had a doctor's appointment sometime today. I thought all week last week about calling to check on the time of said appointment, but... no excuses... I just didn't. This morning, I finally rouse myself at about 8:50 (yes, eat your heart out, in-by-8-workers) and think, I should check on the time of that appointment. Oh no, the girl at the doctor's just told me my appointment was at 8:45. As in, "Oops?" I asked? "Yes, but come on anyway," she told me. No shower. Very little prep (I did remember to slap on a little bit of deodorant). Clothes from yesterday's long drive. Out the door as my little alarm clock was calling me (hate to blame her, but if she'd been a little earlier, I might've had a chance at being on-time to my appointment!). Anyway, I hurry out there (not even really knowing where "there" was) only to have to wait and wait and wait. Details of appointment... eh, whatever... not the best in the world, but it was what it was. Anyway, I didn't mean to miss the whole morning of work, but dang if it didn't turn out that way. Once I got back toward the house, it was getting close to lunchtime, so I figured a side-trip to the grocery store to refill at least a portion of our barren fridge wouldn't hurt. I figured I was finally hitting my stride at the check-out when I noticed I'd forgotten my just-broken-at-the-doctor's-office wallet in the car and had to have the cashier suspend the transaction for me to run out to the car & retrieve some form of payment (good thing I know that's possible from my previous living-hell scenario, huh?). Anyway, one thing after another, but I did finally get home and make it "to work".

Well, now that the complaining took so long, my sleepy eyes aren't going to stay open to allow me to tell you about the vaca. I'll just post a few pics for you and get back to telling the story/ies later.

Some people hide their faces behind any old wedding program at their finger tips when they find themselves at the business end of an aperture, but not my dad. He says, "Please take my picture while wearing this oh-so-cute purple wig." Or something like that. I personally think I look just the slightest bit hotter in it than he does... but no one ever wants to take my picture. ;)



And from the booming metropolis of Hot Springs (which is Haley's favorite place in the world), here are a few from our tour o' the town. It took us nearly ALL DAY to see the whole town... well, minus most of the hours in a day. Boy, were our feet tired. We walked up one side and down the other of the town! Actually, "up one side and down the other" is literally visible in the 2nd pic of Me-maw and me (the one where I look like I'm about to pick Me-maw up and chuck her over the side of the bridge). Yep. We're standing on the bridge that heads out-of-town, and the railroad crossing thingamabob (what IS that up-and-down thing called?... well, according to wikipedia, they don't really have a name... they're just crossing gates) is where "town" officially begins.


I have just reached too-tired-to-proof status in my search for more sleep. Therefore, please excuse any typos or silly mistakes, and know that I would typically fix 'em myself. Nighty night, folks. Happy Tuesday!

1 comment:

Haley said...

i love our pics of the giant metropolis of hot springs. truly, how can any place call themselves a city when they don't even have a grocery store?!?