Southern Wannabe

This is a test run of posting from my phone.

Academic

I started online classes with the local community college today. Just taking a few general ed classes that I either skipped earlier or were not required of me in CA. For those of you keeping track (and seriously, you shouldn't do that. It's cruel), this is my 5th community college stint over the course of 13 years. If you added up all the classes that I actually completed and passed, I might be a sophmore by now. Maybe.

*sigh*

The cool thing about online classes is not having to worry about getting in good with the cool crowd. It also means no keggers or anything. Ho hum.

Pulling a Fast One

You might remember that two years ago, on my husband's 40th birthday we bought him a business. He promised to love the business, take it for walks and pick up its messes.

Well then, for my 30th birthday last week, don't you know he turned around and gave me that very same business!?

Um hello, I totally recognize the wrapping paper on this one, that low class re-gifter!

Anyway, now that I have a job to go to everyday, I think you can look forward to far more frequent blog postings! Return of The Blog 2008!

Runner's High

So I've been doing some treadmill running for a couple weeks. Last week my shins started to protest the running. This morning my heels got in on the complaints. But I am loving the running and am unwilling to allow my body parts to veto it. I decided perhaps I am wearing improper shoes. I head to the running store to get "fitted" for shoes.

On the way to the running store I called my Dad and relayed my shin/heel woes. He says I should try the eliptical machine or ride the bike or go swimming.

I hang up and go into the shoe store.

I relay my running leading to heel/shin pain story to the sales clerk. She says I should try the eliptical or go swimming.

If I wanted to go swimming, would I be standing in the RUNNING STORE?!?  I've been running for a month and I've lost 10 pounds in that month. Suddenly switching to another form of cardio could jinx my weight loss. Much like old ladies at the casino playing the same slot machine every single time, I ain't messing with a lucky streak, yo.

I did finally manage to strongarm the salesgirl into selling me some running shoes. I really hope they work because my shins really hurt. At the back of my mind I worry that my shins will suddenly stop functioning and I will be flung from the treadmill and smash into the mirrored wall.

Wow, I have not blogged in a long time and it totally shows. I am all stiff at it. Perhaps I need blogging shoes..

Something I Learned in College

At 5 this morning my alarm went off and I had my standard 10 minute mental brawl with myelf. The "good side" won this morning so I got up, got dressed and drove to the gym.

When I got there I found the same 20-30 cars that are usually there at that hour, but they all had their parking lights on and their owners sitting in them. The gym was dark and the doors were locked.

So I parked and sat and wondered if something had happened to the employee in charge of opening the gym. I exchanged eye contact and waves with some of the other gym members and wondered how long they had been sitting here. After 15 minutes I turned the car back on and went home. Those other schmucks were still waiting, so desperate for their morning workout fix that they had been there at least a half hour already.

I still get credit for gym attendance though, you do recall the 15 Minute Rule?

Feldspar

Yesterday's painting adventure went far better than any of us expected. Thanks in VERY large part to an entire roll of blue tape, I managed to get nearly perfect cut-in lines. Jeff was truly blown away by my work. I am so ridculously proud of myself that I worry I may just start painting everything in the house.

The only downside to yesterday's work is that the color turned out to be all wrong. I knew it was wrong when the neighbors kept staring at it and shifting uncomfortably when I asked if it was bad.

I wanted a light but bright green. It turned out so light that it really looked white. But a sort of unhealthy white. A white that had the flu.

Today I went back to the Depot and had them "green-up" the remaing two gallons (rooky mistake: buying three gallons of the color before trying it out on the wall).

I just finished putting two new coats over yesterday's walls and the color is perfect. Its very similar to the color of an original flavor margarita on the rocks, light but bright and cheerful. I love it so much that I am starting on the enrtryway even though I had that slated for tomorrow. You know its gotta be good if I am willing to switch up my schedule.

And now a decorating question. There is a site called wonderfulgraffiti.com that makes graffiti that you can somehow put onto your walls. I found this one, love the saying and can see it in a dark brown lettering on my pale green walls, but would it be totally dorky on my living room wall?:

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Originally uploaded by MrsCinNC.

On My Own

We have been living in this house for just over a year and a half now. Aside from the television set, there is NOTHING hung on any of the walls. This drives Holly and my mother nuts. I am bothered by it but have several hurdles to overcome before I can comfortably hang things. The bigger issues I have are in regard to commitment-phobia surrounding the selection of which things to hang up. That one I am not totally certain I can get past on my own. I may just have to leave the house and have my mom and Holly select and hang things while I am gone. The easier step involves the,"We can't hang anything up until we paint the walls" issue.

The deal with that is that Jeff works 6 days a week and I feel guilty asking him to use his one day off to paint walls. Also, he prefers that I never wield a paintbrush in the house whilst unsupervised. I have never been allowed to paint alone. The one time I did, as a surprise to help us get the house in San Diego ready for sale, Jeff turned very pale and asked me to never do so again.

So after several weeks of negotiations and some pep talks, I have been allowed to try painting alone today. Jeff is particularly frightened of me screwing up the cut-in work and getting paint all over the ceiling. He may feel that way because of a large amount of paint that I may have smeared all over the ceiling of the guest room in the San Diego house. To be on the safe side I taped the ceiling and baseboards and have begun work.

An on the subect of control freak tendencies, please observe Anna's new toy storage unit. A present from Uncle Dave and Aunt Deborah, it just may be my very favorite baby paraphanelia ever. If only Anna would stop taking things out of it and wreaking havoc upon my organization.

I know what you are thinking,"Gee, pictures of a blank wall and a bookcase, does it get any more exciting!?" No, not today it doesn't.