What a LONG week. I am completely exhausted – mentally and
physically. And I won’t have a lazy day until Sunday. Wah. After a mentally
draining Monday, I spent most of Tuesday afternoon/evening in a car doing the
drop off for RAGBRAI. SO MANY people. All you RAGBRAI-ers… get at it. You rock.
It’s on my bucket list to complete the whole thing – but first, I need a bike.
And some miles on that seat. Ouch. Maybe another year. Anywho – Tuesday night I
got to puppy sit the Germans. And those little turds thought it was a good idea
to wake me up at 6 am on Wednesday morning. I get it – they were hungry because
they couldn’t eat after 10 pm since they had a dentist appointment on Wednesday
morning. After dropping them off I headed to work for a busy morning. And then I
got to pick them up over lunch. We hung out while I ate Pizza Bagel Bites
(pizza in the morning, pizza in the evening, pizza at supper time – when pizza’s
on a bagel, you can eat PIZZA ANY TIME!! You’re welcome) and watched Maury (who’s
the father?!). That’s the best part about going home over lunch – you get to
watch terrible daytime TV talk shows. That’s literally the ONLY THING I miss
from being home in the summers during school. That AND inhaling cans of
Spaghetti-O’s. Good stuff. Being a kid was so easy. Why can’t I go back there?
Sigh.
Tuesday morning was a morning of exciting news – not necessarily
for ME, but for the roomie. As the kick ass consultant he is, he gets to head
to Cedar Rapids and work there on a project during the week and be home on the
weekends. Which is SO GREAT for him – more money, great experience, 100%
billable, etc. However – this goes all the way through the end of March. Like 8
months from now. Which means Monday through Thursday, Toby and I will be
kicking it, single girl style. My current plan for those months consist of
working out, reading, dinner and coffee dates with friends, phone dates, Netflix
marathons, and probably a little bit of “poor me, poor me” time. Don’t get me
wrong – I love my alone time. Sometimes it’s nice to stay at home alone, with a
glass (bottle) of wine after a long day of work. Pants off at the door and I don’t
MOVE from the recliner till it’s time to go to bed. Those days are great. But
doing that four days a week… sigh. Sadness. I’m going to miss my snuggle buddy –
although I’m sure Toby will take over nicely – and also my someone to watch
mindless TV with while we eat dinner. No one will be there to “sensuous” a beer
for me (Sensuous up… can you get me a drink?) and as it turns out, Toby doesn’t
have thumbs to help me out. He really needs to get a job to start helping with
rent.
I know I’m being a little selfish here, that I’m the ONLY
one who will be sad that I’m sleeping alone, coming home to an empty house,
etc. But this will be hard for him as well. Staying in a hotel or furnished
apartment for 8 months doesn’t sound awesome to me either. Sure it will be an
easy place to keep your stuff – but it’s not HOME. And those are going to be
long days for him. Four 10-hour days, with some additional work on Friday – it wears
me out just thinking about it. And I feel like this winter will not be awesome…
hopefully Jack Frost/Mother Nature are nice to us and there’s not an outrageous
amount of snow where he’s unable to make it back to Des Moines. I’ll definitely
be doing the no-snow dance WEEKLY that whole winter. It’s going to be hard, and
it’s going to be a test. But we can handle it. Maybe I’ll become a crafter
while he’s gone. Maybe not. We’ll see. We’ll see what Pinterest does to me
while he’s gone.
In other news… I started reading a new book I’d seen a
thousand times at Target, and once I bought it, I put it on my shelf for three months
and never touched it. So Monday over lunch, I cracked that bad boy open.
Susannah Cahalan’s memoir called “Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness” terrified
me. I’m only 1/3 of the way through it, but I know once I sit down with some
concentration I will FLY through it. This first part is her going through a
psychosis really – different manic and depressive states, seizures, nausea, not
eating, etc. The most impressive part about this – she doesn’t remember most of
it. This book is all accounts of her doctors, parents, friends, nurses, etc.
And the worst part – they can’t figure out WHY all this is happening. Her CT,
MRI and EEG scans all came back completely fine. Yet she was having all these
crazy things happen to her. It’s really a little bit scary – because some
things I can relate to from my own personal happenings. They’re obviously not
as severe – but this is really the first time I’ve gotten to revisit my “week
of madness” since it happened. Plus – I LOVE books that deal with the brain and
all the crazy, amazing things that happen inside that gray matter. If you get a
chance, read this. I’ll gladly lend it out.
I’m pretty pumped about work right now. Things are going
well, I’m getting a raise (yay!) and I’m getting bigger projects I get to be in
charge of. Come August, we will be holding a Wellness Fair in the office. Our
benefits vendors will be in the office, we will have yoga and healthy snacks,
and a lunch and learn. All things I am REALLY excited to plan. And next week, I’m
heading to our corporate office in Chicago. On Thursday, I will attend a
seminar downtown – Leadership and Management for Women. Then on Friday, I will
be in the office out there, working in the morning and assisting with the
company picnic that afternoon! I planned a great time to visit. And then I get
to hang out with one of the girls who used to be on my team out there on Friday
night! And after a brunch Saturday morning, I’ll head back to Des Moines. Hooray
for mini vacation weekends! And after that little mini work vacation, I’ll hit
the books. Because this winter, I’ll be taking my PHR (Professional in Human
Resources) exam. Lots of studying and tests to take. Let’s see if I can
remember how to do this. Those extra three letters behind my name can only help…
and then come May, another three letters: CAP (Certified Administrative
Professional.) Do you know how good I’ll be at writing emails by then? Damn. Go
me.
And now my dears, it’s time for me to go. I vow, during my
next 8 months of loneliness (okay I won’t be totally lonely – just sometimes)
to write more. I promise. I pinky swear.
Love and memories, hugs and kisses, all that jazz –
S
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