Again- how is it that I have the most perfect people in my life?
I mean, seriously. Yesterday, end of day, I was already completely stressed out about work and working hard to keep that in one part of me so that I can function normally for the whole weekend and week next week, and what happens? I punch out and hit 40:15, which means that I am DEAD MEAT. I emailed JJJ to tell him and then got off the puter in fear. Enter Angie, DJ, a bunch of pizza and a couple of kids.
We met Randy across the street, we watched people swoop in to take whatever we put out on the curb, we ate, we drank (Cherry UV) and she thoroughly cracked me up. She makes me laugh til I cry. DJ helps. GOD the things he does. It's so awesome....like the time that he very, very, VERY angrily and crabbily spent HOURS - HOURS!!! picking up doggie turds from the yard, completely confused about how so many came to be....only to later realize (HOURS LATER!) that those weren't terds. Their yard had been aereated, and the it had rained, so the plugs were a little mushy looking. Or how the stupid kid at the hardware store couldn't get him the correct part for their new dishwasher so after 2 trips to the store, he said screw it and took the whole dishwasher with him.
And it helps, of course, that I was at a 6, maybe even a 7 when we decided to open my work email and she read what our boss wrote for me, then she tiraded on how I do NOT need to sit back and take this and how this, that and the other is NOT my fault, etc. Here I've been working so hard on not being defensive and just listening to him and taking it, and then Cullen comes home and they sit around around alternately making fun of me (I did the dishes in the dishwasher twice) and railing on JJJ. Anyways, I NEEDED THAT! I love my friends so much. I wonder if they (you) will ever understand how much I do.
And today doesn't hurt, WHOO HOOOOO!!! I could probably use some water, but I'm good. And I think I'm ready to dedicate myself to 4 miles a day in order to be as ready as I can be for surgery. I think. 4 miles 5 times a week. HA! Pretty ambitious, aren't I? I kinda require something to run FOR, and surgery isn't in sight so it's hard to see that. Good thing I've got another thing in my arsenal of tricks to use. :D
Today we'll hit the refuge. Can't wait!
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