After my first sip I can already tell that I made the coffee (The Roasterie “Holiday Blend”) a bit too strong. This is vacation. I’ve only checked my work email twice this morning since arising (it’s now 10:05am) . I’m still dreaming about work for 90% of the night, but maybe that will ease over time.
Dancing around my apartment in my jammies to Gwen Stefani’s “Sweet Escape” is highly amusing to me but not to my cat. She sat on the corner of my desk and stared in horror as I twirled, kicked, and bounced about (all braless! Did you know you can mix ballet, funk, and awkward?). I would never harm her! Didn’t she see the “cat lover” mug?
I find myself bubbly, but bored. I’ve searched for gym bags (narrowed down to 2 or 3 choices), bar stools (my folks have an IOU out for a couple bar stools for my apartment), and I’ve started the dishwasher. I’ll do laundry throughout the day. I think by the time January 2nd rolls around, I’ll have gotten through the backlog of laundry. Doing laundry really isn’t so bad–but folding, hanging, and putting it away just plain sucks. I’m not even sure I have space for so much clean laundry!
Purple, Green, or Platinum? I really like this one even though it’s the more expensive bag. I just can’t decide on a color.
This lovely bag may fit in a locker better than the other. Or not? Color and price are right. It has a pocket for stuff and place for shoes–but so does the Adidas bag.
Actually, I don’t have time to wait for a bag to be delivered, so Tammi and I are going shopping tonight for new bags. We’ve both been disgusted with ourselves and know we need to crack the whip (OUCH! my ass hurts just thinking about it) and get back to exercising. For me, it’s my best form of stress release and the only thing that’s ever managed my anxiety and evened out my mood (which means it could help ease those panicky dreams about work .) I know my body pretty well; I just struggle with listening to it sometimes.
I’m simultaneously blogging, working, and doing some pre-shopping research for my items. (yes, I have ADD.) As I typed in “Dicks’ to the Google search box in my browser, I was a bit curious as to what Google Suggest would pop-up at me. Low and behold, Dicks Sporting Goods was the first *whew*.
Woohoo, Yeehoo
Woohoo, Yeehoo
Woohoo, Yeehoo
Woohoo, Yeehoo
Poor Gracie!! Watching mom do things like dancing are not comprehensible to cats. She’s ready for Vacation Katie to go back to work me thinks!!
Good post.
[...] At the beginning of January, I joined the Y. I had previously been an avid (and then lax) member of the North Kansas City Community Center. I went to the Y once or twice, but it was crowded and the floors always wet. (did I mention crowded?) I also never wanted to participate in any classes for fear of looking unfit, fat, and loser-ish. Well, guess what? I’m not that fit, I am fat, and well, okay, I’m not loser-ish. [...]