Tonight was all about Getting Stuff Done. My mother in law is coming to stay with us next week, and there are a few things I want to get done before she arrives. (You know, hang some more art, pick my clothes up off the floor, stock up on the chocolate martini mix...)
I got home around 8 and hit the ground running. I took the girls for a long walk and started in on the bedroom. We just bought a new dresser, and I've claimed the job of filling it up with all our clothes. (It makes me happy to organize things and think about how they should be placed so they'll be easily found when I'm getting ready for work in the dark.)
So, I was diligently folding our clothes and Getting Stuff Done when I heard this fun little beat start to thump out of the office speakers. "I got my sights set on you, and I'm ready to wait...."
Miley Cyrus had flipped into my random song mix. So help me, I can't help but wiggle around when I hear the song "I can't wait to see you again."
Play it. I dare you not to search for a big-bristled hairbrush to sing into.
Now I've been sitting at this computer for half an hour, bouncing around in my chair and singing Miley at the top of my lungs. The clothes will wait one more day.
Thanks again for the introduction, Jorn!
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Flashback to age 11
Yesterday I got dust on my new cleats, and it felt so good.
I joined my company's softball team, and although I hadn't touched a bat in something like 20 years, I had a great time trying to hit the ball and talking smack to the other team. (I played catcher and some made-up position called "middle-center." I basically stood right next to the action during the whole game and screamed for my fellow teammates.)
We lost by seven runs. But it was so cool to pretend that I was back in the sixth grade (the last time I played softball.) This time, I didn't care that I'm not great at the game... it was just fun to haul ass to first base when I got a tiny hit.
We'll see how the season unfolds... I've got a dozen more games to go.
I joined my company's softball team, and although I hadn't touched a bat in something like 20 years, I had a great time trying to hit the ball and talking smack to the other team. (I played catcher and some made-up position called "middle-center." I basically stood right next to the action during the whole game and screamed for my fellow teammates.)
We lost by seven runs. But it was so cool to pretend that I was back in the sixth grade (the last time I played softball.) This time, I didn't care that I'm not great at the game... it was just fun to haul ass to first base when I got a tiny hit.
We'll see how the season unfolds... I've got a dozen more games to go.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Summer Sunday
Today's to-do list:
Sleep late.
Eat brunch.
Walk the dogs. (x3)
Work on putting the apartment together. (hang more art? buy bookshelf?)
Take a nap.
Cuddle on the couch with husband, two dogs and cat.
Start NaBloPoMo for June. (theme: home)
Sleep late.
Eat brunch.
Walk the dogs. (x3)
Work on putting the apartment together. (hang more art? buy bookshelf?)
Take a nap.
Cuddle on the couch with husband, two dogs and cat.
Start NaBloPoMo for June. (theme: home)
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