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Work has been uncharacteristically busy the last couple of weeks. Not a complaint, just an observation. I have been quite tired lately, though, because I haven't had any whole days off to sleep in or take naps, and I've been staying out late (for me) -- Blazer game, bridge club, and tonight is board game night. If the weather is nice tomorrow, I want to go hiking in the gorge, then Kelly and I are going to the Blazer game in the evening. It's against the Jazz, and the NBA's most adorable player, Gordon Hayward. Swoon <3 <3. It's also Kelly's birthday tomorrow :) I called the Trailblazers office to see about getting a birthday message on the jumbotron for her, but I was informed that it's sold out -- apparently you have to book that shit months in advance. Who knew?! I'm sure we'll manage to enjoy the day in spite of it. Especially if we're able to meet Gordon Hayward. Not that we're even going to try, I'm just putting that out there in case the universe feels like being generous. (Do you think the universe reads my blog?)
My running program is going nicely. I haven't missed any days since I had the flu a few weeks ago, and my long runs have been going fine. It's the back-to-back-to-back short runs that are most difficult, but I've been handling it. Today, I took my phone to listen to Pandora instead of my Zune. I've done that a few times and I've found that not knowing every song and not knowing what's coming next makes it easier for me to just check out and enjoy the music. Today was the first time that I left my Zune completely behind, though -- I almost always take both, but of course, the day I don't have a backup is the day that Pandora dies. It played one song, then switched to "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls, which is a total anomaly for the station I have it on while I'm running (usually dance music or hip hop), but it quit midway through the song and never came back online. So the remaining 23 minutes of my 3-mile run today were in silence, except for the pounding of my feet on the treadmill (not nearly as soothing a rhythm as a road or trail). Longest 23 minutes of my life. Perhaps an exaggeration but not a big one.
My friend Kat posted an essay on my facebook page that totally made my day. The essay was by a childless woman who was answering a question about whether or not she regretted never having kids. She said no, and went on to explain how she feels like she was born to be an auntie and how lucky she is to get to have that role in life. The part that really warmed my heart the most was that Kat said she read it and immediately thought of me. Aww :) Does ANYONE love being an aunt more than I do? I dunno...I think my nieces' other aunts are pretty into it, but who wouldn't be with these girls for nieces?
I had a dream the other night that I was hanging out with Rachel and helping with the girls, and we witnessed Bess take her first steps. In the dream, I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I burst into sobs. Truthfully, that's probably exactly what would happen if these events were to play out in real life. I woke up with crusty eyes, so I'm pretty sure I had been crying for real. Are first steps really that big a deal? FSM willing, she'll take millions of steps in her lifetime, so why is it that people get so sentimental over the first ones? It's funny how things that most adults take for granted in their lives are huge milestones for little ones. I mean, I do get it. Each of these firsts is a step toward the person they will become, and that is exciting and sentimental. And I am one sentimental motherfucker of an aunt. William laughed at me when he told me Rachel was pregnant with Frankie, because I cried. No one else did. Not even he or Rachel. What can I say, being an aunt is overwhelmingly awesome, and I'm so glad I get to do it!
My running program is going nicely. I haven't missed any days since I had the flu a few weeks ago, and my long runs have been going fine. It's the back-to-back-to-back short runs that are most difficult, but I've been handling it. Today, I took my phone to listen to Pandora instead of my Zune. I've done that a few times and I've found that not knowing every song and not knowing what's coming next makes it easier for me to just check out and enjoy the music. Today was the first time that I left my Zune completely behind, though -- I almost always take both, but of course, the day I don't have a backup is the day that Pandora dies. It played one song, then switched to "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls, which is a total anomaly for the station I have it on while I'm running (usually dance music or hip hop), but it quit midway through the song and never came back online. So the remaining 23 minutes of my 3-mile run today were in silence, except for the pounding of my feet on the treadmill (not nearly as soothing a rhythm as a road or trail). Longest 23 minutes of my life. Perhaps an exaggeration but not a big one.
My friend Kat posted an essay on my facebook page that totally made my day. The essay was by a childless woman who was answering a question about whether or not she regretted never having kids. She said no, and went on to explain how she feels like she was born to be an auntie and how lucky she is to get to have that role in life. The part that really warmed my heart the most was that Kat said she read it and immediately thought of me. Aww :) Does ANYONE love being an aunt more than I do? I dunno...I think my nieces' other aunts are pretty into it, but who wouldn't be with these girls for nieces?
I had a dream the other night that I was hanging out with Rachel and helping with the girls, and we witnessed Bess take her first steps. In the dream, I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I burst into sobs. Truthfully, that's probably exactly what would happen if these events were to play out in real life. I woke up with crusty eyes, so I'm pretty sure I had been crying for real. Are first steps really that big a deal? FSM willing, she'll take millions of steps in her lifetime, so why is it that people get so sentimental over the first ones? It's funny how things that most adults take for granted in their lives are huge milestones for little ones. I mean, I do get it. Each of these firsts is a step toward the person they will become, and that is exciting and sentimental. And I am one sentimental motherfucker of an aunt. William laughed at me when he told me Rachel was pregnant with Frankie, because I cried. No one else did. Not even he or Rachel. What can I say, being an aunt is overwhelmingly awesome, and I'm so glad I get to do it!