At least I KNOW I'm a loser

I'm suppose to be running a 5K on Sunday, but I've decided tonight not to do it. A few months ago it wasn't a problem. For some reason these last few months I've gained a good 20 pounds, and can't run for more than a couple minutes at a time. I couldn't even finish it the other day. I've been running since April of last year...this makes no sense to me. I have no urge to embarrass myself by not finishing a 3 mile run. I honestly think stress can make you gain weight. It sure did give me a mouth full of canker sores bad enough to put me on as few solid foods as possible.

So I'll keep those marathon runners in my thoughts on Sunday morning. Maybe I'll actually be awake by the time the thing finishes.

Outta town!

So I'm in Chicago. I'm sitting at a very nice hotel (in the lobby cause our room's not ready yet). I've been sitting here for well over 2 hours with nothing to do. I'm such a loser.

More later.

Busy little bee

Counting drive time, I've been pulling 14 hour days. These are not fun. I'm one of the first ones at school and one of the last to leave. I leave the house, it's dark...I get home, it's dark. Poor puppy is not enjoying his time at home alone for 14 hours a day. I've thought about putting him in doggie day care. I use to laugh at those people, and now I have become one.

I can't teach him to use the doggie door yet since we STILL don't have a fence via Ike. We use to have parts of a fence, but the hubby decided to burn it all. I think he has a problem with being a slight pyro. We're outside the city limits, so we don't have a burn ban. Anyone can burn, and everyone does.

Anyhoo...

It's 8:30, and I'm finally home. Just 6 more days. I took off the last 3 days of school to go to Chicago for a convention. I'm pretty excited. I love my job, but if it's a choice of being there or not being there, I'll take the not being there.

I have a program on Thursday. 4th grade. I hate 4th grade. No, I shouldn't say that...I hate programs, and programs hate me. They're a huge waste of time. I've lost 10 weeks worth of music class to practice a stupid program! Don't call me on Friday...I'll be highly hungover. I'm sure it'll be a fiasco and will blog about it as soon as I can. Stay tuned.

Belle

When I was just 14, mom brought home a cute little min pin puppy. Beauty and the Beast was one of our favorite movies at the time, so we named her Belle.

For almost 16 years Belle was the family dog. And although she wasn't the most photogenic, we still loved her.

We'll just skip that whole Thanksgiving thing

I put up my Christmas tree on Saturday. I've been in the spirit since Wal-Mart put up their Christmas stuff back in October. I like my tree...it's simple. This is our third Christmas with this tree. I bought it the week before Christmas in 06 for 70% off. It was time to upgrade from the 3 footer.





Puppy had to have 3 shots today. He was not a happy puppy. I think the fecal test was his least favorite. He keeps dragging his booty on the ground. I don't blame him. I felt guilty, so I bought him lots of treaties and chewies and a new bed. I'm such a sucker...but look at that face!

Traffic suuuuuucks!

I hate traffic. I figured I could write a whole blog on traffic and how much I hate it. If you've ever been on FM 1960 during rush hour, you know how much traffic sucks. Red light...move 20 yards...red light...move 20 yards...red light.

Then there's road construction that seems to last FOREVER. That, and I never see anyone working on the road. Lanes just merge for no reason at all. People need to learn the rules of merging. It's like a zipper, people! I only need to let one car in...ONE! Just because you're in a pickup truck doesn't mean you're special. You need to merge like everyone else. One car at a time. Can you tell this is a pet peeve of mine?

Bit of randomness

I went to the Spring/Westfield football game tonight. It was the last game of the season, so I thought I'd make an appearance. Both bands had gone to State, so it was a great halftime. It reminded me of being in High School Band. I actually missed it there for about 12 minutes...then I was okay. I actually saw one of my students there tonight. My kiddos eventually go to Westfield...that school that's been in the news at least once a month for murders. Yep, that's us. I can't imagine my students turning into thugs, though...but I'm sure some will, but that's a whole other post.

I'm exhausted. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow or Sunday. I have to listen to 40 clarinets play very poorly tomorrow. Sunday is yet another Football game against the Ravens, I believe. And then we just start again on Monday. I would love to see my husband sometime before Thanksgiving, but I don't think that's going to happen.

Well this blog was pretty random. I really did have something planned before I started typing, but words just seemed to ecape me at the least minute. I'm going to bed.