Motivated by Guilt...

This weekend was pretty much one giant feeding frenzy.

My sister's graduation party was Saturday, and my mom made all the food. Potato salad, mostaccioli, pulled pork, watermelon...oh, and cake (it was store bought, but still great)! We hung out with all her friends and the family, played some ladderball (a.k.a. hillbilly golf, ghetto golf) and badminton, drank wine, and ate way too much all day.

Sunday I was at work watching the storm try to knock out our power and listening to my coworker scream every time the lightning struck nearby. It'll make a guy pretty jumpy.

Monday we had a Memorial Day cookout with other friends. We had beer-boiled (and grilled) brats on pretzel rolls, lemon bars, brownies, cole slaw, fruit, chips, veggies...and more drinks. I probably drank a whole day's worth of calories...but we worked some of them (4 or 5) off playing bags and more ladder ball. It was a great time hanging with friends and meeting new ones.

Today? Today it's hot. Muggy. Windy, though. I didn't want to run. But then I thought about everything that I'd eaten this weekend. I said to myself, "You plan to sit around and do as little as possible today, right?"
"Right."
"And you want to do that without feeling guilty, correct?"
"Yup."
"Then get your ass out there and run."
"Fair enough."

So, here I am. Freshly showered. Contemplating a leftover lemon square but knowing I should have a glass of water and some watermelon instead. Oh, and the sunburn itch is, I think, officially over. *sings* "Ding-dong! The itch is dead! Which old itch? The sunburn itch! Ding-dong the itchy itch is dead!"

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SO OLD!!!!

Tonight I get to watch my sister graduate from high school.  I remember the day she was born.  I was ten.  Wow.  My brother and I were sitting on the couch with Gramma Gramma (that's what we called her...she was my mom's mom), and we were all waiting for the phone call.  The phone rang.  Gramma Gramma went to pick it up, and when she said it was a girl, I knew that for the rest of my life, I'd have a sister.  My brother cried.  He wanted a brother.  He wanted someone to teach to play catch and who would roughhouse and be tons of fun.  Well, he ended up teaching her all those things, anyway.

I remember telling her her first joke when she was old enough to understand them.  

I remember her first words.  My stepdad dropped a spoonful of applesauce on her head, and she said, "Uh-oh!"  We all laughed so hard we couldn't finish dinner.

Now she's all grown up, having boyfriends, working, and going to college.  COLLEGE!

I can't believe she's so old already.  And even though she'll be 18 in July, she's still my baby sister.  And I'll still kick her ass into shape if she's being stupid.

Love you, Christine!  Congratulations.

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Angry Mr. Sun...

So, Robb and I took a bike ride yesterday around 1 PM.  Why was he home?  Why was I home?  Well, he had a dentist's appointment in the morning and took the whole day off.  I'm just off on Tuesdays every week.  So, we decided to take advantage of it.  

Well...during our ride, we had a miscommunication which led to me pulling out in front of him...he slammed on his brakes and ended up coming off the ground a little and then slamming his bike back down.  He never lost control, really, and he didn't fall off.  But he bent the rim of the back wheel.  So...after some apologizing and some ghetto repair, and after a WAY CUTE guy in the maintenance department told us he had no idea where we could find an allen wrench (he didn't look like the type of guy to even know what that was), I decided to go home, get the bike rack and Robb's car, and come rescue him.  So...I did.  

The whole time, though, Angry Mr. Sun was a-beain' down on my shoulders.  Which were bare.  I sunscreened my face, but...nothing else.  So.  When I got back to save him, we put the bike rack on the car--a feat in and of itself--and we took the bike to the repair shop.  An hour and $15 later, it was back to good.  Hooray!  We went to get ice cream (kind of makes the bike ride pointless), and we came home.

In the time it took to get the bike fixed, get ice cream, and come home...this appeared:

That's not a trick of the light, and yes, I AM holding my laptop over my head to take a photo of my shoulders.  Those red lines?  That would be where my tank top stopped.  Oh yeah...it's way red.  Like...inside of a tomato red.  Sleeping last night was no treat...especially with the thunder that sounded like cars exploding outside the window.  Yikes.

Yeah...lesson to learn here?  Wear sunscreen.

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A Weekend of Disappointment...

So, all weekend I was poised and ready for the rapture (note sarcasm). I figured that if I was going, I wouldn't have to finish my shift at work. I had lunch with Robb and kissed him goodbye when he took me back to work, thinking that there was a .000000000000001% chance that the guy was right. The time rolled around...and...we finished up closing the bank. I got home, and Robb said something to the effect of, "Well, we're still here." Hell, I'd forgotten all about the rapture in all the excitement about the bank. So...that was disappointing.

Side note: I'm not really serious about thinking the rapture was going to happen, but you know, there's always that tiny, tiny, tiny thought that says, "What if, for some reason, this guy REALLY knows?" And you think that yes, maybe that was the last time I kissed my boyfriend (that's if you believe that we would be caught up in the rapture at all...). You know it's hooey...but...what if?

That was just the first half.

My sister's graduation and party is next weekend. I'm way excited to see my little sister graduate high school. I might have been more excited that my brother was coming back, since I hadn't seen him in about a year (sorry, sis). I really was just happy that we'd both get to be there for her. Well, I texted him for details, and he said he wasn't coming. SO....that really WAS crushing disappointment. And then he tells me, "Oh, I'll be coming in sometime around mid July." Great. That's when Robb and I are taking our road trip.

So...there was that.

But, on the bright side, I had a great shift at work on Sunday with Sausha. Afterwards, Robb and I didn't get swept away in a tornado. And...sex is always good. So...you know...there's that.

Does anyone know what that rapture guy had to say about Saturday?

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Progress?

So, today's run left my feet and calves aching. I think my feet still hurt from Tuesday's run and yesterday's work day in uncomfortable shoes. But I came home not feeling like my lungs were on fire or about to implode. So that's an improvement.

I still don't know how I feel about this whole running thing. I like being outside, and today I got to walk my scuzzy self past some local firemen who were out cleaning the ambulance. I love a feeling of progress, and, compared to my first run, this one was WAY better. I can feel my lungs getting stronger as I work them out like any other muscle. Am I losing weight? Well...kind of. I lost a pound from last week. I'm really only over my weight by about 8 pounds, so...it's not like I have 20 to burn. I wouldn't mind the number if it weren't for my shape. I wouldn't mind adding some in places and taking some off in others. We shall see. I already know my neck has gotten skinnier, because yesterday it wasn't a pain in the neck to button my collar for work.

Har har.

So there's that. Progress. Sort of...

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In Which I Get My Town Back...

I had a whole post typed up. Garbage. I'll just say this: the college kids have gone home. I get my town back.

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Err...Umm...

What?

There's no reason for this blog. I just thought it'd been a while since I checked in. I'm trying to find the motivation to go running this morning. It's only 52 degrees, but it was 50 a half hour ago...so...it's movin' on up! I think maybe I'll just...go. But I'm going to be running in different shoes. Not my running shoes. Not new running shoes. It's just that Robb and I took a walk last night, and I was in my other shoes. My calves or feet never hurt a bit, so...I thought to myself, "It can't be any worse to run in those shoes, right?" We shall see.

In other news, I have the best boyfriend ever. We're going to see Glee in concert at the beginning of June. Oh, yes.

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