Against Odds

Every time that Sarah S. and I decide to go for a run, something always intervenes. The first time, it rained. The second, I was so dehydrated that it was a pathetic trip back.

Yesterday, we decided that we were going to try again. After it had rained all day long, it finally looked as though it was over, only slightly misty. Just as a precaution, we wrapped our ipods in plastic bags and off we went.

It was mildly annoying when we would run through a puddle or get pelted in the head by lingering drops of water from overhead, but hey, we were out there.

The further we went, however, the darker the sky looked and that "mist" slowly began to get heavier. Soon, we looked at each other and knew that it was raining, but we needed to keep going. So what if we got a little wet? Its not like we are going to melt.

Soon we were a little less than half a mile from the EPA and the bottom fell out. It was like we ran into a wall or something. Like we were tied to leashes, we both halted and bolted back in the opposite direction. It was raining so hard that I could not see. I needed wipers for my eyes. Finally, I had no other choice but to look down and make sure that I didn't run into anyone or anything.

Cars were honking at us as we raced by and sought refuge under some cypress trees. That only lasted for a moment before the rain muscled through and we decided to make a run for the bus stop. Only a few yards away and I happened to run into a giant water puddle. Since I was in fact wearing running shoes (we both were) and the top part is mainly mesh for proper air flow, my feet were completely water logged. Each step that I took was like running with ten pound weights on my feet. As we were passing the fire station, we looked over and saw that there were two other girls on the other side of the street running too. We felt sorry for them. Although we were all morons for being out there, they were wearing sweat shirts, absolutely drenched sweat shirts.

When we successfully made it back to the house, our sobbing wet clothes were bound for the dryer. When I removed my socks they "smacked" onto the ground. I never felt so gross in all my life. I didn't know what was sweat, snot, or rain running down my face.

After putting on some dry clothes and not really feeling like working out anymore, we headed over from some take out sushi and watched a good chick flick. After Sarah got home, she texted me to let me know that she had arrived safely and then said that our running together was not meant to be. I told her that we just needed to keep at it. Hopefully soon, and without accident, inclement weather or disease, we will be able to run together.

Recover? From what?

Last night I was doing great at the gym. I ran for a really long stinking time and was thinking that I would do more. Then that little guy popped up on my shoulder and advised me that I was still planning on working out my legs, abs, and attending spin class in addition to the run on Saturday for which I paid. So, I took his advice and decided to hit that bright red "stop" button and went along my merry way.

Well, after I had finished all my planed exercises, I went to fetch my spin shoes and walked back towards the cycle room. When I rounded the corner, I immediately wanted to bolt in the opposite direction, but it was too late. She had already seen me.

The sub is a really nice girl, really, but her class is terrible. There was no energy at all, she says things as if they are polite suggestions. There is nothing polite about this class. This is a kick you in the butt (metaphorically speaking), work harder than you have ever worked before in your life and sweat a river.

She kept on using terms too. I don't do terms, just yell at me to turn it up two, three or four times. Tell me I am not working hard enough. If you piss me off enough, I am bound to either (1) work and push harder out of anger or (2) chunk a bike at your head. Now, since its spin class, which tires you out, the chances of two happening are slim to none, so yell dang it.

Furthermore, you have got to mix it up lady. There are no mountains, sprints or fast intervals. All she does are rolling hills and surges. That's freaking it. The music is just plain awful. I don't feel the surge coming when the music starts to pick up. Its more like a leisure ride in the park.

The girl next to me starting sharing my same thoughts. She informed me that she purposefully intends to skip Thursday's class and would see me Sunday.

I've decided that since I am running in the SPACE Race this Saturday that I would hold off on spin as well. I hardly broke a sweat while in there and really felt like it was a waste of time. If I hadn't needed to go home, I probably would have stayed longer at the gym and had another go on the treadmill.

Differences of Opinion

While Adam was here, I showed him the loft that I will be moving to soon. He said that they were interesting, but not his thing. "Well, it doesn't matter if its not your thing, is completely my thing." "You're right about that. I just need walls, I can't do that whole open space thing."

Geez. I also took Frannie over there when she came in on Sunday. She loved it and made it a point to tell me not to try and swim nor venture in the river. As accident prone as I am, and no matter how good a swimmer I am, that river will be the death of me, apparently.

I think that I will be just fine, but I know that the second anything happens to me while out there, she will be the first to say, "Told you so."

She did volunteer herself or Panya though for the move. I can't have both because one has to stay home with the kids, but I thought that was a lovely gesture. I will probably take Panya's assistance because I don't want to break Frannie's little body with my heavy crap. Perhaps she can come up afterwards and help me decorate.

As far as other volunteers, I have Jacki with her truck and possibly her husband, Britt (that is if she is done preparing for her party) and possibly Sarah N., Sarah S. and Ben L.

Who else would like to partake? There may be some pizza and beer in it for you (beer for afterwards of course.)

Ad-mazing Time

Inside joke. While Adam was visiting me this past weekend, he told me that he was going to change his name to Ad, since I go by Mere. You can't change it yourself buddy, someone else has to call you that first. Like I posted a while back, people have been calling Mere for nearly a decade if not more. Sorry bro, aint gonna happen.

This weekend though we had a great time. He came into town Friday. Finally finding his way to my house after his gps got him lost, he hopped in my car and went for a stroll downtown. We walked all over, originally just because we were waiting until we were actually hungry for dinner and because we thought that Sarah and Ben would be able to join us.

I took his picture at the Arch, which I was surprised that he had never done that before. He refused to let me take his picture on one of the bulldogs though. Not a true torists here.

After learning that Sarah and Ben would be unable to make it for dinner and would join us later for some drinks, we headed over to Flight. He finally made me try humus again. I tried it once many moons ago and disliked the grainy texture to it, although this patch was tolerable. Notice I didn't say pleasing here.

It was a great dinner though, particularly since neither of us were starving, so the tapas hit that spot. Afterwards, we headed over to Globe. I told him during our walk that it was supposedly on the top ten list of best bars in the US and he was shocked when I told him that I had never been there. Although it was interesting and I did enjoy the atmosphere, I must say that I was disappointed when I saw that my Blue Moon came without an orange wedge. Doesn't everyone know that you must serve Blue Moon with an orange?

Then I took him to my favorite place, the Winery. After that we hit up the Capital Room, which is suppose to be the new happening place in town. There Sarah and Ben finally met up with us. 'Bout time folks. There we ran into a familar face, Rich, my spin instructor. Turns out he and Ben know some of the same peeps. Small world.

Then it was time to take Adam to, and I refuse to call it by its new name, Firehouse. Sorry, but I think the whole situation around the name change was stupid. There he met my friend and bar sensational, Hugh. Its funny, Hugh has also started going to spin class. I saw him there once and wasn't sure that it was him at first. When all you have ever seen of him for the two years that I've known him is his waiste up, yeah, it catches you off guard.

Finally, we ended the night at my most, absolute fav spot in this town, 8e's. He loved it. It was great being there and being one of the few people who were actually alive during the 80's. We were throwing down our best moves. It was so much fun. We kept cracking up Sarah. Then Adam tried to swing. I am a pretty fair dancer and before the accident in college was taking numerous modern dance classes, but before all that, I taught my younger brother (primarily because Adam was stationed far away in the military) how to swing and salsa. Well, Adam was doing a fair job that night, but he has two left feet.

The next morning he requested Awful Waffle. Apparently the small town in the Lone Star State that he is currently stationed does not have one. So, off we went. As we were walking up the establishment, guess who was walking out? Rich, small world indeed. After some much needed grease and artery clogging food, it was time to head back for some household chores. I grabbed my lawnmower and headed out to the yard. You may be asking why Adam wasn't doing it, being the big brother and all. Well, because he was inside disecting and attempting to repair my scooba. It died after the second time that I used it and I was so angry at wasting all that money. I called the support line and they said that all they could do was send me a new one for 179. No thank you!

Three hours and a trip to the store for duct tape, electrical tape and rubbing alcohol, she was fixed! Now permanently with a "black eye" (electrical tape), but she works as good as new. I was amazed that it was able to do it when the support rep was so unwilling to do anything. Ugh! I was a little worried though. When he told me that he was finished, he came to me with a bowl of like 15 left over screws. Hmmmm.

Sadly, he had to head back on the road as his leave was ending soon and its a long drive back to Texas. I will miss him, especially since I only see him usually for the holidays (if that). We are pretty close to one another, particularly since we were the middle kids and usually caused the most trouble. Not saying that I don't love my other siblings just as much, but the middle kids have to stick together.

It was kind of cool though. He called me last night during his long drive back and said that by some weird freak of nature, he was driving along the Mississippi and was listening to a local radio station from my town. How does that happen?

Autumn Nights

Its amazing how much time can change things, or what it doesn't.

Tonight I was walking out of the library and it felt as though I had gone back in time. I immediately began remembering those late nights in the cold uninviting building with Jenice, Cyndi and little Lacy working on legal research. We would stay until the security guard decided that he was done updating his facebook and wanted to go home. Officially it doesn't close until 10, but he would kick us out when he was ready to quit. Great business practices right there.

I remembered what my thoughts were while I was packing up my books. I would be anxious about the time we had left to finish the projects at hand and the constant worry of whether or not we would get them done in time. I would then focus my attention on getting home, but only for a short while. After pulling into the driveway, I would be leaving again, to Ramsey for that night's workout routine.

Those were probably the hardest three months that year. Notice, I said that year. This year, although much has changed, will definitely be harder. I have the same professor, who, however easier she has said that she has made the class, its highly unlikely that it will be. In conjunction with that are two more classes. So, similar to last year, there will be many nights burning the midnight oil and closing down the gym.

I am excited about the fall's soon approach though. Each morning when I wake up and feel the cool air on my face I smile in absolutely glee. This is by far my favorite time of year. When the temperature is just right.

When I leave home everyday for work, I turn my ac unit off to save money. Well, last night it felt so amazing that I never turned it on. When I woke this morning, the temperature was 73 degrees in the house. That is awesome.

This season just has so many wonderful things that I am looking forward to. For instance, and although their run is pretty horrible this year, but I am very excited about my next tailgating adventure. Its a great time with great friends. I am literally counting down the days and screaming in horror at the state of my garage for prep of my move. Every night when I go to sleep, my head is full of ideas of where to place everything in the new place. I have decided, and in spite of my track record, that I am going to purchase lots of plants. Perhaps even my own majestic palm.

Besides packing, my main task at hand is trying to convince a certain someone, (ahemm, Panya) to cycle with me in November. Shortly thereafter he will be welcoming his 40th birthday. What a great way to ring in this new chapter in your life Panya. You should totally do it, especially for me, your favorite (and youngest) sister-in-law. Pu, pu, pu, please..........

Summer Nights

Every morning when I leave for work, I am greeted with the cooler air of fall. Since Labor Day Weekend has now past, its time to reflect back on what a terrific summer I have had. Truly the best of my life, and I have my family and friends to thank for that. Even my most angry of nephews.

I want to thank you all for being there for me and for not allowing me to slow down, not once. For keeping me going and pushing me that extra mile. The love and support you've all shown is overwhelming at times and occasionally strange salty particles appear, I have no idea what they are, but I don't care for them.

Anyway, as a little "Thank you" and to commemorate the great adventures from the past few months, I wanted to make a compilation of my favorite snap shots.

Today is SO my day!!!

I'm moving!

This is so exciting. I can't remember the last time that I was this excited about something that was happening in my life. Okay, that's not true. I haven't been this excited since my trip to NY.

I've been excited for other people, but for me in a long time. Like, when my ex got accepted to a law school that he really wanted to go to, when my nephews were born, when Mel got married, when Lin got engaged, and when Andrea had her son. So many wonderful things have been happening to my friends, and now, its my turn.

I cannot wait, 30 days from now I will be in complete bliss. Would you like to see my bliss, would you?

I cannot wait to wake up in the morning in my overly huge and amazing bedroom and place my delicate toes down on the hard wood floors. I cannot wait to finally learn how to cook with a gas stove. I just can't wait. I will be able to study next to the river or actually in the river ontop of the large stones.

Its so peaceful and claming out there. I just can't wait, I simply cannot say it enough.

The best part, no carpet. Roomba will be all that I need, and my mop, but that's it. No more steam cleaning my carpets (that means my mom can for an extensive amout of time borrow my carpet cleaner). I will just let roomba loose in the morning in my bedroom, let him run in the living room at night and call it a day. Easy peesy, lemon squeezy. (Yeah, I said it, so what?)

Biggest plus. Not that I minded living with Sarah, not that I minded the good times with my ex, but this place will be 100% completely mine. I haven't lived alone since I was 20. Granted I have been living alone for a while now, but it was still not completely mine because I once shared it with another. Not this time. To repeat a common phrase once used by me 23 years ago, ahemmm, "MINE!"

The pros just go on and on. No more grass to cut. No more weeds to pull. No more nasty people standing in my driveway. No more house showings. No more worries of a possible break in. (Its been happening in my current neighborhood).

So, I raise my glass to today's fortunes that have been bestowed upon my life. I hope that if there is anything that you all are hoping and dreaming for, comes true. I am passing along my luck, karma, or whatever magic has happened here today.

Better things to come... I hope.

So far, this has not been my week, but I am hoping that today is the turning point.

I have rammed my leg into a desk, and now that there is actually muscle there, it felt like a knife jabbing in. A monster of a bruise soon followed. The last couple of days of spin have felt more like my first days way back when. Major ouches. Then yesterday, I forgot my socks at the house. So, I had to work out without them. Eeww. So gross.

Then, when I had gotten to the gym and was changing, I noticed that my favorite dress shirt had a hole in it. Where did it come from? It wasn't there when I got dressed that morning, it was there during work. I must have gotten in caught on my gym bag while walking in. Grrr.

Furthermore on this pile o crap, I was shopping for my books and thought that I had gotten a really great deal. One last thing left, I had to register for this website for my online class. The registration costs more than all my books... combined. What the $#&@!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who does that, who needs to use a completely separate online program rather than the one the school supplies... for free! I paid my freaking tuition and tech fee, now lets get some tech.

I noticed while coming out of the gym on Monday that I had several messages in my voicemail account. So, I listened to them and one by one I deleted them. Then the last came. Apparently my doctor's appointment was the following morning rather than this Friday when I had though it was and had told everyone at work that I would be late that day because of it. Geez, so I ran up that morning and sat there and waited, and waited. Then we the doctor finally came in, she commented on my blood pressure and how good it was, but nothing, nothing about my weight loss. I know that I have lost a significant amount, but it feels so much better to hear it from the doctor, and nothing. Nothing.

Hopefully today will turn everything around. I have a date with a potential house tonight. That's right, I'm probably going to move before the landlady has a chance to re rent it or sell it. I figured I was coming down to crunch time and needed to figure something out soon. Particularly after my dad asked me this past weekend where I was going to move to. "I don't know." His eyes almost popped out of his head. I just like the fact that I don't have everything planned out right now. Its new for me, and I like it. Not necessarily flying by the seat of my pants here, for most's definitions, but its a definite change for me. I have no idea where I will be in six months and its exhilarating.

Here's to the rest of this week and hoping that it pans out well.

Missing my old lady...

I was very fortunate that I knew, let alone had a relationship with my great grandmother. For those you who aren't sure how that works, she was my mother's grandmother. Three whole generations above me. She was 84 when I was born and lived until she was 98. Amazing! Absolutely amazing. She didn't really start acting like old people do (like where they forget things that you had just told them) until the last month of her life.

Some of the most important lessons of my life, I learned from her. She was such an amazing woman. Back in her day, it was unheard of for women to work. But, after the death of two of her sons (one from WWII and the other from childhood illness) and the death of her husband (depression from the death of their sons) she was bound and determined that she was not going to rely on anyone to take care of her family. So, she tucked away her pride and went to work for the phone company and support her youngest son and my grandmother. Never asking anyone for any type of assistance once so ever.

When I was a child, she would tell me all kinds of interesting and hilarious stories of what it was like when she grew up. She told me about the first time that she and her mother heard an airplane. They were out working in the garden when they heard this loud rumbling coming from the sky. At first, they thought it was Judgment Day, and shortly thereafter saw the plane fly overhead. I remember rolling around on the floor laughing when I heard that. I couldn't imagine someone having never seen an airplane. It wasn't possible in my little head.

She also told me about the time when they had learned that the Titanic had sunk. Everyone was in disbelief. It was the ship that could not sink, but some how, it did. The news had finally reached there small town in Alabama two days after it had happened.

When I was very little and I would spend the night at her house, I would have a had time getting to sleep. Being the crafty woman that she was, she would tell me to lay down very still and listen. If I would be patient enough, I could hear the train go by. I would eventually fall to sleep while straining my ears for the whistle. There was no train, the tracks were so far away that there was never any chance of my hearing it from her guest bedroom. Clever indeed.

What had inspired this blog was this. She had a lemon cookie jar that look exactly like these. Just looking at these little vintage pieces made me miss my own vintage person. She was truly a special person and I am glad to have known her and miss her terribly. Even as I write this blog, I look down at my fingers and see her wedding set. Remembering all the love that she and her husband shared for one another. How she had remained unmarried for so long after losing him. He was her one true love, and I get to wear that symbol and remember them always.

Another Mere-a-thon of a weekend

Friday seemed like a terribly long day. I drove 90 miles after work to my grandmother's house for a birthday celebration of Adam's 30th. That's right, my big brother has finally reached 30, muahahaha. Although I did tell him to not sweat it, its no biggy. 30 is the new...uh.... 15? Which, I have to admit, is exactly how he acts when he gets around his best friend and our little brother.

We were there for four hours, but the time just flew right by. We were all reminiscing back on the days when we were kids and how we use to, and still do, torture each other. How Adam use to take everything apart when he was still in diapers once he had discovered the screw driver. Needless to say, he caused our parents much aggravation over the years. Always sticking his fingers in something (like the drum set) and climbing things he had no business climbing (like trying to cross our five acre land by climbing from tree to tree).

The next morning, Mama, Adam and I ventured over to Wally for some breakfast items. It was just like old times again. I was bounded up and down the isles while Adam was searching for his humus and chips. I found a choco taco and freaked. I haven't had one in months, months! I grabbed it and shoved it in Adam's face. "You know you want one. Num, num, num." "Mom, she's touching me!"

When we got back we cooked a marvelous meal and then it was time for Eric (Adam's bff and my surrogate brother) and Lindsay's baby shower.

Lindsay and I went to high school together and we have all known one another for the longest time. When we were kids, Eric, Adam, Chad (Eric's little brother) and myself would all play fort. When it was raining, we would still play, inside. I would find some of the best hiding places. Once I climbed on top of the refrigerator and patiently waited for my next victim to round the corner. As soon as Adam's arm was in view, "Bang!" He hit the ground from sheer shock and scrampered away as fast as he could. Then I sat and waited for the next unsuspecting enemy. While I was readjusting myself on the fridge, Eric came walking around the opposite corner, after hearing Adam's fall. He cautiously looked around, then looked up and saw me grinning from ear to ear. "That is an awesome hiding place!"

Ah, the good old days. Now, its hard to believe that he and his wife are starting their own family. Lindsay looked beautiful. Every pregnant woman's envy. She was wearing heels and had no swollen ankles. How is that possible? It was funny though, they had the UGA game on and I was dressed in support, and it wasn't until the game was over that people really started paying attention to the party. In fact, she didn't open presents until after the game.

Then it was time to journey back to my little world here. I love my family, I do, but they wear me flat out. I got home, threw my luggage on the floor, made dinner, downed a powerade and laid on the sofa watching a movie. I woke up at 6 am and couldn't believe that I had just passed out. Still tired, I fell back to sleep. Finally, getting up at 8, I made breakfast and cleaned up my mess from the night before. I spent most of the day just relaxing and trying to stave off dehydration. I have no idea why I get so dehydrated every weekend, but some how I do.

In spite of this, I did go to spin class. After all, I had to work off that bday cake and baby shower cake. Not mention the sausage biscuit I had for breakfast while at my mom's, oh and the choco taco. Although it was well worth it. After the gym I headed over to Plato's and struck out. Then I went to TJ Maxx, and again no luck. I will just have to hold onto my allotted clothes budget and roll it over to next month. Perhaps I will have more luck. I just really need some fall and winter clothes before the weather changes and I freeze to death. After all, I have a lot less insulation now.

Finally, to end the day I went to dinner, solo, and confused the entire staff there. Why is it so confounding that a woman would chose to eat alone. Oh well. And then I headed over to Kroger to purchase the necessary items to make my most famous mere-tastic lasagna for Andrea. When I took it out of the oven last night, I almost, for a minute, considered not giving it to her. It smelled so good. It was great to be cooking again though. I really need to start up again. I miss it, and I miss experimenting. I will also see great stuff in magazines and fold the page down, but I never make it because I always thought that it would be no fun to cook for one. Well, time to change that.

Never Ending Wednesday

Seemed like ages ago for me, but yet it lasted a lifetime.


Work was long and I had lunch with someone in the DA's office about better ways to organize a run/walk and how to go about finding an organization to collaborate with. Things are starting to come together on that front.



Soon, it was time to leave work for the day and off to start the evening.

My first stop on this journey was Andrea's. I had to dropped some things off from work and in the process, I met her new bundle of joy. Plus it was great to catch up considering that she has been out for a week. I don't know how she expects me to survive while she is on maternity leave.


After my little visit, it was back downtown. I parked in my work space (another terrific work perk, free downtown parking) and headed to a local clothing store. After trying a few things, not really being impressed with the inventory, I left and went to another shop just a few doors down. When I entered, I was on the phone with Sarah discussing the plan of execution for dinner, I walked over to a dress very similar to one that I already have and glanced at the price tag. I immediately turned around and walked straight out. Those people are completely out of their minds.


I then began my trek to our restaurant of choice for which I had a coupon, added bonus. On my way over there I found a penny. What luck.

That night was filled with laughter, heart felt convos and amazing tapas. Oh and the sangria, how could I forget the sangria? Soon, it was time to leave, so sad. I love the little moments that Sarah and I get to share, especially considering how difficult it is to get our schedules to allow it.

Then it was off for some grocery shopping. Having been inspired by Frannie over the past weekend, I entered the store with determination and lots of coupons. Although, if the item was not on sell and I did have a coupon, I still wouldn't get it if it wasn't really worth it. However, I did get some great deals. Organic milk for 1.00, that was probably the best coupon of all. I got organic soup, two for one, and organic juice for the same deal. Normally up the river expensive shampoo that I would never consider buying ever, just for a dollar.

Final savings total, 23.00. I had budgeted myself 70 and ended up 5 under. Amazing. Plus the fact that I bought more food than I have in such a long time. It was almost as much as I would buy when I was feeding two and for half the price. I am still in shock over it. Hopefully this can become a reoccurring phenomenon for me. That would be spectacular.

The lost chronicle

It was brought to my attention earlier today that I had yet to blog about the third and final chapter of the Labor Day Weekend. My most sincere and heartfelt apologies.

On the actual day of this most festive of holidays, my company and I awoke, and journied the great distance to Chick-fil-A, where apparently the rest of the world had the same idea. Not wanting to wait in the wrap-around line, we enjoyed our biscuits and tots outdoors and counted the number of cars that gave up in the quest. Then it was time to finish our feature presentation. The girls, Britt and Sarah N., were coming up with some of the most interesting ways of determining who the real ice picker was. I shall not go into detail, but it was most amusing.

I was voted to have the quote of the day. A most honorable of honors. What was the quote you say? Oh, well... let me see if I can down this a bit for public viewing. Ahemmm (clearing throat) "I don't know how minks *#$^, but I know that they make great coats!" (Can you picture my big cheesy grin here? Can you?)

After the scrolling of the credits and seeing the confused, shocked faces, of my comrades, I declared that it was time for the main event. I ran back to my room where I gathered my belongings and hurriedly ran back to the front of the house. What did I see? Sarah still curled up on the couch while Rickey did a swan dive onto the air mattress. "This will never do," I thought to myself. First things first. I ran into the spare room, smacked Rickey with this flip flop. When I received little to no response, I moved on to more aggressive measures. I reached down, and in all my glory, I pulled the plug and a burst of air came rushing out. At the sound, Britt then came bounding in and did her own dive onto the mattress and causing a wave of air from below and thus sending her husband to the ground.

Dusting my hands off and a pat on the back for a job well done, it was on to the next. This chore proved much more taxing. Bound and determined not to move, I grabbed Sarah's ankles and began to pull. She took hold of the couch and it became a tug-o-war. Being quick on my feet, the winning strategy soon formed in my mind. As I pulled harder and managed to get her further away from the back of the furniture, I simply let go. She came crashing to the floor. Victory was mine!

When we made it to the pool, after much prodding of the slow pokes, chicken fights became the game of choice. I soon learned that neither Sarah nor myself make proper anchors and therefore lost, each and every time.

Our most triumphant feat of the day. The rescue and resurrection of our mascot, Onomatopoeia or Omi for short. Lin saw him down in the depths of the pool, lifeless. Seeing as I was the only one who did not require corrective lenses and had no difficultly opening my pretty blues (they're actually grey) under water, I dove. Several attempts to grasp hold and finally to the surface he came. After much coaching, we determined that there was nothing that could be done. Fetching an empty water bottle, we placed him inside and said a few words.

While posing for some pictures some time after, I decided that we needed a picture of our late friend. I swam over to courier him to the other side. While in transit Lin noticed some slight movement. Ecstatic, we all rushed over to the side of the pool and released him. There, for all to see, he began to move and twitch. Amazed by this Britt scooped him up and placed him in a neighboring potted plant. Soon afterwards he received a visitor, perhaps an older relative.

All in all, it was a great day full of much excitement and joy. And thus ends the epic.

Circus of a Weekend.

This weekend I went to the Circus with Frannie, Panya and the boys. But the real circus hardly took place under the tent.

I got there late on Friday, and sis was still out working her tubberware circuit. I pull into the neighborhood and there are kids everywhere. EVERYWHERE! They live in a mixed culture neighborhood but the one thing that seems to be consistent with all the cultures is that they don't let their kids out to play until after 7.

I pulled up in front of the house and my nephews and another kid from the neighborhood are "attacking" the bubbles coming out of the bubble machine. Too cute. I walk over to see my youngest nephew who was being held by his father, looked at him and said, "Hey there big boy!" He immediately took his hands, smacked them to his face, jerked his head back and began wailing. Awesome. Every time that weekend that I tried to say hi or look, or would even be in his vicinity, I would get the same reaction. I'm not hurt too much though, he is generally a fussy baby. If the wind blows a certain way, its the end of the world until he gets distracted by something else.

Later that night after Frannie and Panya had put the kids to sleep, they showed me the cutest and funniest thing. The Annoying Orange. My favorite episode quote: "Hey pear, quit being such an apple." Hahaha.

Anyway, the next morning I was awoken by the sweet celestial sounds of my nephews. Even in my sleep I offend the baby. Oh well. We had breakfast and then it was time for the Circus. They had been waiting for it forever. Apparently, Jai had been asking literally every week about it since February. We got there early for the pre show, but that didn't really interest Jai. He was here for the real deal, now where are the elephants?!?

Shortly thereafter, Jai got his wish. Three elephants came out and did their tricks on the small little steps, and I tell you what, they are a lot faster than they look.

My favorite part was when they put a motor cycle on a tight rope. Crazy! There was this guy driving it and two women hanging from the motor cycle on a trapeze bar. Who does that? It was so scary, and they did all this without safety nets. Then there were the women that spun high in the air by nothing but their hair. Eek! It made my head hurt just looking at it.

After the circus it was time for some lunch. Five Guys anyone. Yum. Then later that day, I went along for some shopping at the grocery store where Frannie dominated the coupons. She saved 30.00 on her total bill using coupons and her plus card. I need lessons.

I was suppose to head home after that, but Frannie tempted me with wine and home made spaghetti. "Okay, I guess that I can just leave early in the morning before they show the house." So, I stayed for dinner, and it was so awesome. It was also funny watching the prep. Frannie has this thing about not touching raw meat, and since she was out of gloves, she had to get creative.

Anyway, they went up to put the kids to sleep, and when they came back, I was passed out on the couch. Ooops. I don't know how they do it. I was so worn out from the day's activities. I finally carted myself up the stairs and to bed. The next morning I got my wake up call and learned that little Jai was very sad to see Aunt Mewry go. He had in the two days I was there, gotten use to it. Awwww... what is this misty liquid stuff in my eye?

Well, after breakfast, I got on the road and off I sped to make it home in time. I ran into the house, didn't even unpack the car, and did a super fast clean up job for the people coming to view the house. With 15 to spare, I sat down and treated myself to some string cheese. I waited, and waited, and by the time 3 rolled around, I pretty much figured that they weren't coming.

Then I called Sarah S. and begged her for a run. She didn't want to go due to the heat, but she folded. She got there, and we were off. I made it to the EPA when my stomach started hurting like all get out. "What is wrong with me?" Sarah noticed my slower pace and asked what was wrong. We took it slow to the Ramsey Center, snuck in the back and I went to the restroom and got some water. She asked me if I was going to take my picture and I told her that I felt as though I hadn't earned this one.

Feeling much better after some water, we headed off. I got to the first hill and ran the whole way up. After reaching the top, my stomach starting hurting again and then my head. I couldn't even listen to my ipod. Too much. When I reached the EPA, I walked/lightly jogged the way home. When I reached my neighborhood and was only one block away, I almost passed out. In fact, Sarah had already made it to my house and turned around to find me. When I got inside, I collapsed and she went to the gas station and brought me back a 32oz powerade. I downed it and still felt like crap.

Today, I still feel terrible. I have not been this dehydrated since last year when I had to drink that nasty stuff for some chest scans. They forgot to tell me that I needed to double my water. Before that, I can't remember the last time that I have felt this bad. Needless to say, I'm taking it easy today, although I did do some push ups this morning, but that may be the extent of my working out. Ugh.

The Craziness that's in my head...

Well, its another frumpy Friday here. I really need to go fall shopping soon since nothing, and I mean nothing fits anymore. Putting it on my to do list for these upcoming weeks. I am also in extreme pain/soreness. Thanks Brian and Rich. You guys do realize that I need to be able to make home at the end of the day right? In fact, Brian kept asking me in between each circuit how I was feeling. Almost as if its a sick game for him. For shame, for shame!

Moving on, yesterday I was surfing the web and Googling (its so a word). Just for kicks and giggles and I put in an old name from the past. The results that came up... priceless. I can't post it, just can't. Far too embarrassing, or it should be for him. Let's just say that someone I knew from way back when in college did a little dressing up at Dragon Con. Bahahahahahaha. (Don't worry, I am fully aware that not only am I going to hell, but I'm driving the damned bus).

Anyway, it started me thinking. I knew him for three years, and I thought that I knew him pretty well. Now, I will own up to my own levels of nerdom, but I had no idea that he was that bad. I thought about what else I didn't know about him, or others for that matter. Then I started thinking about what others didn't know about me... (See my train here? Choo choo.)

Anyway, after thinking about it some more and noticing that my "about me" section really says little about me, I decided to blog... about me.

I am a closet nerd who played the alto sax in marching, jazz, and symphonic bands in high school. I was once left on a field trip the High Museum with the art club. Luckily, a friend brought me home. I was an ADPi in college and was usually referred to as Evil Pi by someone in my freshman dorm.

I love frozen grapes and thus are addicted to them. I will buy grapes in bulk and shoved them into my freezer and will constantly indulge myself, usually while I am cooking dinner. I love Metromint Water, but am too cheap to buy it. I drink my coffee and tea "black" much to the dismay and horror of my mother and the peeps down at Joe's.

I am a crafty individual who loves to knit, crochet, paint, scrapbook, oh, and bake cakes. I will sooner buy something for the house rather than myself (working on it, refer back to the jewelry shop) and I love to decorate.

I will fiercely defend my friends at a moment's notice, but some how I am easy to pick on. The majority of my friends are either married with children, married or have significant others. I am so happy for them, but at the same time, it kind of sucks that I am the only one sitting at the single's table.

I love to run (which is amazing because I use to not be able to), swim (I think that I was a fish in a former life), and all other sorts of outdoor activities.

I'm easily annoyed by, well, annoying people. If you do something that I consider stupid, I will call you "pretty." I was dubbed "the heartless monster" in high school, "ice queen" by my sister and "oh so cold one," by my mother because (a) I have high expectations, (b) little patience, and (c) don't cry easily and I do not tip toe around other's emotions and/or feelings.

I love to stay busy and have absolutely no time management skills when faced with lots of "free time." I could eat my weight in mash potatoes, banana pudding or anything with peanut butter in it, including peanut butter.

I was the head of the state society of a national organization at the age of 18. Raised over $5,000.00 in nine months. In the last six months I have lost 40 pounds and currently working my way down to my final goal. Which means if I make it, I will weigh what I did when I was 13. Woohoo, and I don't look sick, although someone did ask me that the other day.

During the day I get the sudden urge to do push ups and/or crunches. My friends think that I am crazy for staying at the gym for as long as I do, and for going on the weekends.

Finally, if I can crack a joke at anyone's expense I will, including myself.

If I have left anything out, by all means, feel free to add it.

Part Dos

The following morning after our adventures was a difficult one to get started. I tried, and tried, and tried some more to get Sarah to agree to come to spin with me. Nope, didn't happen. So we made pancakes, and she started watching Watchmen because she had not seen it in forever, and probably didn't pay attention either. I got ready, and was out the door. As I was pulling out of the driveway to leave, there was this woman just standing behind my car.

"Um, can I help you?"

"I was looking for places for my daughter to rent."

Kind of getting the sense that she wanted me to give her a tour, I just told her to call the numbers listed on lawn signs and speak with them about setting up a time.

So rude, she just stood there and then asked how much I paid in rent. Look lady, if you are wanting to talk business, call the landlord not me.

Grr...

When she finally left, I drove off and was so close to being late that it wasn't even funny. I hate being late, hate it!

I got in there and there was one other person. This should be interesting. We talked and got warmed up, and then it was time to start the class. Rich informed us that since it was just the three of us that class was going to be shorter, but more intense. Awesome, can't wait.

We were doing pretty good, except that when there are only two of you, and he is screaming, you can pretty much bet that its you that is screwing up. At one point, when we were gearing up for a "mountain climb" he asked if we had enough resistance. So, I turned the knob up, and then he yelled, "You still don't have enough!" Good lord, so I cranked it up some more where I could literally not move the wheel unless I was standing. One word... OUCH.

I came back and got ready for the cook out portion of the evening. While I was getting ready, Sarah had moved on to Basic Instinct. When it was time to leave, she said the impossible. "We don't have to get there right at 5:30."

What, who are you. Since when is Sarah ever laid back. Confused at what had just happened, I reached over and turned the tv off and gather our contributions to the party.

When we got there, it was already a packed house. I went out to check on Jamie, our gracious host, and see what he is up to. Trying to build a fire apparently. I explained to him that first you must build the pyramid, then light, and once the coals all turn grey, you spread them out. He just decided that he would rather douse them in lighter fluid. As I bent down to light it for him, my life flashed before my eyes and I'm pretty sure that I got my eyebrows. Scary.

Then I kicked him away and took over. Someone was going to get hurt. Then someone made the comment that they loved the fact that there was five guys out there and it was the one girl who actually knew how to build a fire. Mama didn't raise no fool!

Once the food was ready, it was time to eat, play games and have fun. Sarah and I lost at one game, then it was flip cup time and my team and I dominated. That's right, woot! Sarah kept pointing out that I was putting too much in my cup. My thoughts were, "Why are you complaining, you are one the other team. If anything, this is an advantage for you."

As the party started to wind down, Rickey and I got the great idea that we needed to head home and make rice krispy treats. Which we did. They were awesome. We made two batches. One for Britt and Sarah, and the other for Rickey and I. Rickey and I are a little more daring than the other two and had chocolate chips and reeses peanut butter chips in them. My mouth is watering just thinking of it again.
Then we all tried to finish the movie, but Rickey fell asleep, then I did, and then I remember Britt waking me up and we all decided that we would finish it in the morning.

Off to sleep everyone.

And thus ends part deux.

Adding on to the pile

As if I didn't have enough on my plate, I decided to add another task into the mix. I must admit that I "borrowed" the idea from another business here in town.

I decided that I am going to try and collaborate with a local non profit group to organize a memorial walk/run for the 10 year anniversary of Tara's death. Rather than place flowers at the arch and sit at home and try to keep my mind off of things, I wanted something different. This upcoming year needs to mean something, something to the community and to be productive and proactive.

Unfortunately the non profit that I was really interested in is no longer active, so I have contacted those I know at the police department, the newspaper and the DA's office for a little help. Some have gotten back to me while the others are scouring the state looking for something comparable.

If any of you happen to know of one, specifically, or preferably rather, a group that teaches young adults self defense. If you can think of one, please leave a comment.

Thanks.

Laborious Weekend Part 1

Labor Day Weekend. The weekend where we are suppose to set aside all our laborious of labors and enjoy life, that and pack away all your white shoes.

Friday at work seemed to fly by, or at least I think it did. I can't remember honestly. I do recall getting out of work early since the Atlanta Office closed early. Woo. I got home to find Sarah N. waiting for me in her car. I pulled into the driveway and helped her unload her massive suitcase. You moving in?!? After that back breaking laborious activity, it was time for sushi with Mel.

We got there, ate and chatted and planned out our most excellent tailgate for the following morning. With excitement and such enthusiasm for the adventures that awaited us, we headed off to get the necessary items. Nothing a superstore can't fix.

When we first walked in, I saw the most awesome chair I had ever seen in my entire life. It was so tempting to purchase, although the hefty price tag was a big deterrent.

After purchasing our incredibly cheap beer, water (playing it safe) and our mega bags of chips, it was time to head home and load the car with the non perishables. Card table, check; chairs, check; food, whisk, bowels, plates, napkins, utensils, check. The following morning I loaded up the TV (that's right, I said TV) the super nintendo, the games, and we were off.


We got there in record time and found a great spot right next to Nick's truck. We began to unload the contents of Mean Green (that is the name of my car, and I am using it to peeve some people off here). After placing everything out, Sarah and I made a discovery. We had forgotten the beer! Our glorious 30 pack was still sitting in the fridge waiting for its chance at pong. How could we?

We rushed back over and collected it and also realized that we forgot the butter for the pancakes. Yikes, already off to a good start. Once all was made right again, we cooked up the pancakes, sausages, and began a little gaming. We waited, and we waited, and we waited some more for people to show up for this must see event.

Finally, Lindsay showed up, and without Dustin. Where is Dustin? He was suppose to bring the table for the pong. Oh well, we will have to make due. (P.S. Dustin, did you really not come because you were sleepy? You had a ticket and everything. Really? I'll forgive you, this time.)

The game was a great one, although, Nick preferred to watch the game and listen to the radio comments instead. So, there was about a five second delay. We would here "touchdown" and sit there with baited breath waiting to see it actually happen. Sarah was not amused.

After a short nap, realizing that I had a terrific sunburn and a short game of pong, it was time to pack up.

After a slightly longer, short nap, it was time to head out for the night portion of this fabulous day. It was so crowded down town. We ran into some familiar faces at Firehouse. Then I got a text and it was time to meet up with an old face. Billy! He was in town visiting some other friends of his, so we scurried down the street to see his little self. Of course he had to be hiding out in the absolutely packed bar. We tried waving at him, no good. Finally I squeezed by the herds of people and walked right up to him. Believe it or not, he did not recognize me. I know that it has been a while, but yeah. "When did you, what did you?"

After getting tired of being trampled, we headed over to 8Es. Wooo. There was a line. I had never seen a line there before. It was nuts. They wouldn't even let people pass if they were wanting to use the restroom. You could hang out on the patio and order from the bar there, but that's no fun. So let me in!

We ended the night on a high note. Or rather Journey did. Then it was time to head back home in prep for our next event.

The relaxation bone is connected to the... oh wait

Finals are finally over. I strolled out of class last night running through my head the answers that I had just handed in. Did I mention everything about COBRA? Did I, did I? One question was actually worth 16 points. 16!

I soon then met up with Sarah S. for a little shopping, girly shopping that is. We headed over to Vicki Secret for a few unmentionables. Then we headed over to Express to find something for her to wear for an upcoming wedding and finished off with a cup of coffee and a nice long chat. I love spending time with her, I just wish it was more often. (Go back to the day schedule. Its been three years, don't you miss the sun?).

I got home and my entirely exhausted and fatigued brain had its fill and it was off to bed. This morning was a difficult one to get up for. Any normal person would believe that today would be a great day. One for mischief. Not for me.

Although classes are over for a mere 20 days, I cannot rest. I have to bunker down for the massive brain cram in preparation for the LSAT. I have never really studied for any type of standardized test, and have always done well. For the LSAT, I want this to be a completely different story. I am going to apply myself to this, like I have been doing with everything else this past year. (It actually occurred to me while writing this that this same time last year, I had just completed my first quarter at ATC. Geez time flies). I have finally shown the world what I am really made of and I can't stop now. Nope, can't do it. I lack that wondrous ability to just sit somewhere and not have my mind run 100 miles a minute.

Even when I study, not only am I thinking about what I am studying, but also about what else I have to do that day. I have said this in the past, but it is my disease and I have no one to blame but myself (and maybe my mom).

Hopefully this weekend I will be able to squeeze some actual down time into it. I am excited about this game season. The game doesn't particular matter to me, just the opportunity to spend some fun and quality time with my friends. Its so hard to get all of us together with all the busy schedules that we keep.

So, come Friday, I am going to try and shake off this pile that I have loaded onto myself and float freely along with my friends. I will not think about work, school, or anything else that does not have to do with friends, beer pong, super nintendos, and grilled burgers. GO DAWGS!!!