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Is it Friday yet?

I’ve been down for the count all weekend. I guess I should be grateful that I only had to miss one day of work, but I’m still annoyed that I got so little done yesterday and today.

It’s funny how getting sick makes you thankful for the little things. Just feeling well is a good thing now. I haven’t really felt like eating today, but at least I haven’t felt like staying on the couch all of the time.

But now I’m waiting for my weekend to start!

Working myself out of a job

My boss once told me not to work myself out of a job. At first I thought that meant I shouldn’t work so fast that I make lots of mistakes. Nope. It just means if you work too fast, you’ll run out of stuff to do.

It’s going to be absolutely gorgeous this weekend, and I am trying to work myself out of a job.

My goal is to bring no work home this weekend, and to spend Saturday and Sunday working outside.

It’s going to be a good weekend.

I eat too much

This morning, I had a bowl of grits and two sausage biscuits for breakfast.

When I got to work I had a banana.

I later had a handful of nuts and a cinnamon roll before a lunch of chicken wings and fries dipped in bleu cheese.

Currently I’m enjoying a homemade chocolate chip cookie. My mother makes the best homemade cookies. I know everyone says that, but everyone else is wrong. I hate to be the one to break it to you; that’s just the way it is.

Tonight we’re going out to eat with my parents. I’m trying to choose between a full rack of ribs or a burger for supper. Or maybe I’ll go crazy and get some fried catfish.

I fully expect to eat some dessert at some point.

I definitely eat too much.

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It’s the first day of spring!

No snow for us this year, I guess.

But it sure is gorgeous outside.

I’m looking forward to a weekend of playing outside!

Don’t tell Katie!

I just discovered this site. Apparently, it’s a group whose sole purpose is finding homes for small breed dogs in East Tennessee. I will now try not to let Katie see it or learn about the upcoming adoption fair.

Running against the wind

While going for a run yesterday, I learned two important things: running against the wind is no fun, and running when Bradford pears are blooming is like running while smoking a cigarette.

My undergrad campus had row upon row of Bradford pears. They looked beautiful, but they smelled like rotting flesh. It’s amazing the disconnect between the senses.

And I need to find a new running route. As I’ve been out there three or four times a week, I’ve been unconsciously running faster and faster every day. My thirty minute run is turning into a 25 minute run.

This week, the kids are going to the beach with their dad. I hope Katie can make it through the week. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her with her kids. Without her kids, she is a beautiful woman. With the kids, she is stunning. Something changes when the kids are there. And something changes when they’re gone for extended periods.

At least it will be warm this week. Perhaps I can distract her with some gardening. Or a trip to Nashville.

Did I mention how much I love wings?

Must get cable upstairs

Note to self: get cable upstairs … soon!

I relented and let Jane watch Dancing with the Stars. That means I’m hiding out in the back of the house.

Must get cable upstairs.

Does this qualify as an addiction?

Wings!

I just realized that I’ve gone a week without any chicken wings. Does that

a) mean that I’m not addicted, since I could go through a week without them, or

b) mean that I am addicted, since I noticed I’d gone through a week without them and now want them even more?

I get so tired of yelling

One of my coworkers has had hearing problems for the last few years. She has gone to several doctors and tried various treatments but you still have to yell for her to hear you.

I get so tired of yelling.

No response possible

We had a pretty good weekend at casa HickJu. I slept in on Saturday, worked a few hours, and went for a run. We ate at our favorite local Mexican restaurant and, out of curiosity, went to see a house for sale down the street. As the weekend closed, I was riding in my dad’s truck as we were bringing some furniture over to our house. My parents are getting a new couch, so we got the old one, and I am excited that I finally have my desk at the house, too. My desk is a big roll top that my dad and I sanded, stained, and finished when I was about Jane’s age.

So as I was riding in the truck with my dad, we were talking about where the kids were. By pure chance, each of them was staying at a friend’s house last night. Katie was a little bit sad, because the kids are on spring break this week and will be leaving tomorrow for the beach with their dad, but she likes the kids to have friends over and to let them go over to friends’ houses. She thinks it’s important.

We didn’t have that many sleepovers when I was a kid. Mostly, I think I just wasn’t that in to it. But I also remember a lot of resistance whenever I asked permission to go somewhere else, or vice versa. Last night I found out “why.” After telling my dad where the kids were, he said:

“Kids should be at home with their families.”