The A team.
Well, I was in Terre Haute for the last time as a semi-resident. Sonka (the Wonder Dog) and I made a trip to Indy late on Wednesday night where we overnighted with my delighted mother. (She loved the dog ... surprise? I think not.) Extremely early on Thursday we rose, readied, walked and then drove to Terre Haute to meet the movers. Without going into deadly detail, the move was long ... it was hot ... and we walked a lot. Sonka and I discovered Dairy Queen, which was the only thing I had to eat between my 6:30am breakfast to 5pm salsa snack. As you can imagine ... holding back crashing and my terrible low-sugar-temper was, well, difficult and even more tiring.
The movers were finally done with the apartment, and I had cleaned the floors as well as possible without power for a vacuum. I picked Sonka up from Krista's (where he was investigating her cat) and turned in the keys, cable box and our forwarding address. Finally I began to follow the movers through the terrible traffic on construction-laden 70 and congested-with-rush-hour 456 S/65 S and arrived at my mother's in time to help remove the couch and armoire. She fed me, we visited and I left for Cincy. Now it's 7:45pm. God I'm tired. God all I had was salsa ... and I'm kind of thirsty.
Arriving at the Cincy hotel at 9:30, Christian was so excited to see Sonka (and visa versa) that I completely forgot that I was about to collapse on my feet. We went upstairs had dinner, and I passed out on the couch. Passed out like a dead person.
After getting the boy out the door this morning and the dog fed, I passed out on the couch again until 10. Now I feel like I can take on the world. So I am ...
Today I go for a 4 mile walk, bathe the dog, apply for freelancing positions, run 3 miles and attempt the horror that Crossfit has thrown at us today. Jesus. Then dinner. Mmm dinner.
On another note: The people from Cincy Life and Money are doing a commercial explaining ways to save money for your new baby. If your new baby had a chance to grow up and look as unfortunate as those banker people ... I would suggest getting a cat instead. Maybe a monkey, or perhaps a ferret. Really, they are quite fugly.
At the moment Sonka is sleeping on his back with his paws directly up in the air, lips gripped back by gravity, eyes squeezed closed and back legs doing the splits. I think that means he's ready for his walk ... his long walk. Since he was just fixed, he is not allowed to run with me yet. Perhaps on Monday he can begin to accompany me. Then it's bath time for the stinky-shelter-smelling creature. His shampoo is French Vanilla ... and I honestly didn't do that on purpose, but it's still awesome.
P.S (II) Watching all this swimming makes me want to start swimming again. Mmmm laps are so much fun, wow ... I'm so weird.
The movers were finally done with the apartment, and I had cleaned the floors as well as possible without power for a vacuum. I picked Sonka up from Krista's (where he was investigating her cat) and turned in the keys, cable box and our forwarding address. Finally I began to follow the movers through the terrible traffic on construction-laden 70 and congested-with-rush-hour 456 S/65 S and arrived at my mother's in time to help remove the couch and armoire. She fed me, we visited and I left for Cincy. Now it's 7:45pm. God I'm tired. God all I had was salsa ... and I'm kind of thirsty.
Arriving at the Cincy hotel at 9:30, Christian was so excited to see Sonka (and visa versa) that I completely forgot that I was about to collapse on my feet. We went upstairs had dinner, and I passed out on the couch. Passed out like a dead person.
After getting the boy out the door this morning and the dog fed, I passed out on the couch again until 10. Now I feel like I can take on the world. So I am ...
Today I go for a 4 mile walk, bathe the dog, apply for freelancing positions, run 3 miles and attempt the horror that Crossfit has thrown at us today. Jesus. Then dinner. Mmm dinner.
On another note: The people from Cincy Life and Money are doing a commercial explaining ways to save money for your new baby. If your new baby had a chance to grow up and look as unfortunate as those banker people ... I would suggest getting a cat instead. Maybe a monkey, or perhaps a ferret. Really, they are quite fugly.
At the moment Sonka is sleeping on his back with his paws directly up in the air, lips gripped back by gravity, eyes squeezed closed and back legs doing the splits. I think that means he's ready for his walk ... his long walk. Since he was just fixed, he is not allowed to run with me yet. Perhaps on Monday he can begin to accompany me. Then it's bath time for the stinky-shelter-smelling creature. His shampoo is French Vanilla ... and I honestly didn't do that on purpose, but it's still awesome.
P.S (II) Watching all this swimming makes me want to start swimming again. Mmmm laps are so much fun, wow ... I'm so weird.