I just did my taxes. I thought I was going to owe a lot more than I do (in fact, i have to pay a bit to the feds and nj but am getting a bunch back from ny) which confirms my suspicion that i need to call the financial planner.
So that is the excitement for the night.
I worked out with the trainer at 6:30 this morning and am tiRED, which is why I didn't even try to make plans for tonight. Plus, I keep intending to run with the group on Saturday morning and then I check the weather. Tomorrow's forecast? Wind chill of 12. WTF? So is there any way in hell that I can run 10 miles on the mill?? I just don't know if that is even possible. I'm gonna have to play with the speed and stuff a lot to keep me entertained. I've found that the TM is much more manageable if I break it up into quarter miles - maybe I can do half miles tomorrow? Yeah, I might die of boredom.
Assuming boredom doesn't get the better of me I'd like to go swimming, get my nails done, buy some moisturizing shampoo (my hair is seriously SO dry), dinner with the girls at 5:30, going to see a play, then on sunday biking 12 miles, working, massage and superbowl. So yeah, I'm on crack. No way it'll all get done. Particularly if I had tried to go out tonight.
In other non exciting news? I have high cholesterol and low vitamin B12. Which sucks because I eat well, I'm not over weight, I exercise ... so not sure what to do about the cholesterol and as to the B12, I'm taking a multi-vitamin but everything that is high in B12 is also high in cholesterol ... so, that's the excitement:)
Need to infuse some excitement into this life I've got going. Maybe its time to buy a new bike with that tax refund ...
Happy weekend, kids.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Its official ... and I'm on crack (again)
Its way late. I should have been in bed a long time ago if I intend to get up in the a.m. for a work out but ...
Its official. The first time I ever went to a wedding I was a senior in college (yeah, close family we are, right ... damn cousins didn't invite us) and I was in the wedding. And she was one of my best friends and he was a good friend. They had two wonderful, beautiful children. Then he had an affair and left and today the divorce was official. Its strange. Really strange.
And the crack? Well, a friend is getting married in Costa Rica in May and I need a vacation. So its perfect, right? Go down a bit early and hang out. Except everyone I know that is going is part of a couple. And half of one of those couples is 2x. So my plan was to go with triathlon friend and her husband for a little pre-wedding adventure. Not ideal for any of involved but the best I could come up with. Separate from this, 2x's friend (we'll call him Dave because, well, that's his name and even I'm having a hard time keeping up with the nicknames) was doing something similar with 2x and 2x's girl. So, after much emailing and convincing and flirting I have agreed, tentatively to combine our groups.
So yeah, that's my vacation. It has disaster written all over it. So someone, somewhere must have slipped me some crack for me to agree to this debacle, right?
Right.
'night.
Its official. The first time I ever went to a wedding I was a senior in college (yeah, close family we are, right ... damn cousins didn't invite us) and I was in the wedding. And she was one of my best friends and he was a good friend. They had two wonderful, beautiful children. Then he had an affair and left and today the divorce was official. Its strange. Really strange.
And the crack? Well, a friend is getting married in Costa Rica in May and I need a vacation. So its perfect, right? Go down a bit early and hang out. Except everyone I know that is going is part of a couple. And half of one of those couples is 2x. So my plan was to go with triathlon friend and her husband for a little pre-wedding adventure. Not ideal for any of involved but the best I could come up with. Separate from this, 2x's friend (we'll call him Dave because, well, that's his name and even I'm having a hard time keeping up with the nicknames) was doing something similar with 2x and 2x's girl. So, after much emailing and convincing and flirting I have agreed, tentatively to combine our groups.
So yeah, that's my vacation. It has disaster written all over it. So someone, somewhere must have slipped me some crack for me to agree to this debacle, right?
Right.
'night.
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