My brain is overwhelmed today with all sorts of different things to blog about, and since I am feeling very A.D.D. today, I am just gonna do them all, rather than pick one and go with it. Brace yourself for all the randomness as it flows from my brain:
I am totally ready for the latest Harry Potter book to be released. In fact, I have a whole series of HP events this week to help pass the time. This evening a group of us (yes, all adults) are going to watch Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban at the Omnimax Theater. Then on Friday we are attending the Midnight Magic Party at Barnes and Noble. (You can find a HP Party near you by country, state, city, etc. here. Very, VERY cool.) Then I plan to go home and spend the remainder of the weekend reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
Today I have a lunch date with Dodo, Heather and of course, Miss Lindsay. Ahhh, I love being one of the Ladies Who Lunch. It definitely helps pass the time.
I have been really busy lately and I haven’t had the opportunity to clean my house this week. Or do laundry. Or even cook a meal. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I went to the grocery store. My husband is going to leave me for sure. That is if I can find him behind all the take-out boxes and piles of dirty laundry….
My birthday is getting closer and closer (17 days and counting, Erin!!). For my present this year Simeon (with the help of his father and brother) are tearing up the carpet, linoleum, and old wood flooring on the main level of our house, to be replaced with a lovely laminate flooring. I am simultaneously excited and terrified. I love the idea of the wood flooring, what with animals and potential children being the mess-makers that they are (oh and husbands too I guess), but the process of installing the flooring is giving me mini anxiety attacks. I mean, we have to find a place to put all the stuff while we remove the current flooring. That includes my living room, dining room, and kitchen. There will be couches, tables and a refrigerator wandering around my house!! I don’t even know how to prepare for this. Any one who has been through this before, feel free to toss any tips into the comments.
My shoulders and knees are killing me lately. And there is only so much Advil a girl can take (well, my doctor assures me that I am well WELL within the safe limits and the probability of the bleeding ulcers is really minimal at my age. Grrrrrreat). The really sick thing is, a combination of doctors and a multitude of test have only proven that I am a very healthy woman. Perfect bones, excellent joints, superb mobility. Which to me means that there is nothing they can do to help me out. Nothing. One would think its just part of getting older and whatnot, but hello!! I am only 24. Ok, practically 25. This is just a tad young to feel this much pain. It’s not like I’m 80. Or even 40. I’m freakin’ 24 and it sometimes takes me as long to get out of bed, or up from my chair, as my 75 year old Grandma. Urgh. Pure frustration. Oh and the advice I get from my doctor? “Don’t do things that make it worse and take Advil when it hurts.” Really? Ya think?! So, then do you think that when I don’t want to get out of bed tomorrow, I can say its because my doctor told me not to?? Yeah, me neither.*Sigh*
It seems that everyone needs to have their own “Cheers.” You know, a place where you walk in and “everybody knows your name.” For Simeon, it’s the Starbucks by his office. He can pretty much be found over there at 10am and 3pm DAILY. He takes his breaks and walks over their. It gets him out of his office and clears his head. So they all know him. We walk in and they holler to him and know his drinks (there are a couple he rotates between) by heart. Its much more comforting and less creepy than it sounds. Well, I have found my own place like that. Noah’s Bagels. In fact I walked in yesterday to “Hey Carrie!” and “Feeling like a mocha or just coffee today?” (I opted for the coffee. Their Chelsea blend is to die for!) Then as I proceeded to check out, my two favorite gals had an adorable conversation about which one of them was my friend first and who knows me better. What an excellent start to the day. You gotta love it when people are fighting over who likes you more, right?
Ok. I think I am done. But no guarantees, ok?