HAH! I began April thinking this would be the month I resumed daily posting...! I had a good run there, too...all three days of it. Monday I was siiiiick. Sicker than I've been in quite awhile. I collapsed on the futon in the room just outside the bathroom after the worst of it processed, and that's how my aunts found me when they got up for the day. Oh, how I wanted to stay home! But I had obligations. I was going to try to put in extra hours this week because I have a late-morning physical today, and I didn't want to take time off or to go back to work afterwards. Also, I had a Relay for Life meeting Monday night, as I guess I was elected co-chair for my church's team. Lastly, I am loosely scheduled to do a charity run for Cancer tomorrow, and I wanted to train myself with running every evening.
Essentially, I left work a half-hour early, I had to send a proxy to the Relay for Life meeting, and my lazy butt did nothing all evening. Well, except post about Nick's folding snootiness. Then a few ten-hour days followed by four-mile runs, and countless excuses later, writing did not materialize.
Brenda and I are quite lost without our middle man, my mother. See, I was a lot like Mom...and Brenda was a lot like mom...and while Brenda and I were always similar, we were never so identical as we've been since Mom left. She was our buffer, we've determined. Now we're finishing each other's sentences with our giddily hyper morning conversations—is giddily a word?—morning-time giddiness from two grumpy morning people who haven't slept well in months, I'll add. Meanwhile, Debbie, who
is a morning person, listens to us wondering why we can talk to each other, but not to her. Don't know. There's some solidarity to talking with someone who dislikes the start of the day as ardently as you do. I told Nick's friend Jeff that I wasn't a morning person, even though I'm up at 4:00 every morning. He looked at me like I was mad, or just plain blond, and I had to finish the thought, "I get up at four so I'm human by the time the rest of the world wakes."
Light bulb.
I've also developed several theories concerning eating healthy at work, named and discussed at length later today, I hope: last one-ism and eat-em-before-they-rotism. I've also noticed, in relation to the healthy lifestyle subject, that Nick doesn't reach his runner's high as quickly as I do...and I'm giggly and chatty while he's scowling at people for talking to him as we jog past, telling me from the side of his mouth, "I don't think they realize we've been running awhile and CAN'T TALK!" I see this imbalance as causing potential problems. Maybe I'll have to fold towels by his standards after we run together, and after he's smiley again, I can sneak back and fold them right. It isn't thirds and then thirds again. It's half, then half again, then thirds. Deal.
Lastly, a recipe I want to make later today in case tomorrow's run actually comes into fruition :
| Fire House Energy Bars |
16 Servings
- ½c butter/margarine, melted
- 2T honey
- ½t salt
- 2/3c walnuts, sliced or diced
- 2 eggs, beaten
- 2c granola cereal
- 1t vanilla
Preheat oven to 350°F. Place all ingredients in a large mixing bowl, blend well. Pat mixture into a greased 8-inch square baking dish and bake for 18 to 20 minutes or until lightly browned. Cool and cut into 16 bars. |
Maybe I'll post a picture later. Maybe not. Ok, now imagine all of these disconnected thoughts and separate them out, one topic per post, and that's what this week might have looked like had I not been a procrastinator. Which reminds me, I told my cousin a couple of weeks ago that I was such a bad procrastinator, then backed up and said, actually, I'm a good procrastinator, it's just a bad habit. My clarification confused her, and she said I would have been better off leaving my statement as it was, she understood that. Good deal. I suck at diction.
April's going to be a confusing month, isn't it? Have a good Friday!
