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Please note that I’m in no way trying to downplay the tragedy of 6 years ago by not writing about it.

I am trying to write in this blog every day. I have a lot to say, but not a whole lot of talent with clever and engaging ways of putting it out there. So much for a life as a well-paid and globally-read blogger, huh?

The hubby stayed home with his aching jaws and cleaned out the bathtub after the landlord fixed it, so I have a long-awaited bath in my future. Awesome. I think the hubby deserves props for cleaning the bathtube for me when he was in pain and without wisdom teeth.

I LOVE The Office. I had some serious doubts about the possible goodness of the American version when the UK version was so great, but Steve Carrell (sp?) is delightfully awkward and ridiculous.

I wish we could take a vacation. It’s not in the budget this year. I’m not actually very optimistic about it being in the budget any time soon. I’m in school part time, work full time, we’re in debt (bad), blah, blah, blah. We’ve only really been on vacation together once–that was our honeymoon. Granted that was only a little over a year ago, but I don’t think it counts. Honeymoon doesn’t count as VACATION. It’s a honeymoon. Plus, we didn’t go right after our wedding, we went a month later after a work trip we went on. So, unwinding after a 4-day melee of corporate reward maintenance, AND pinching pennies on our very first “just us” trip as a married couple. Our first “just us” trip, period.

I won’t outline the whole trip tonight. I’m tired–I worked for 8 hours, went to math class, went to the grocery store to get water and post-surgery craving suppressors for the hubby, came home, fixed dinner (doesn’t really count but I stressed about it longer than it took to heat up the White Castle burgers–more on this in another blog–maybe. Have you ever read the non-microwave instructions on those things? I don’t even OWN a broiler pan. I microwaved the little bastards.), and then worked on a work project for 2 1/2 hours. All this made me yearn for vacation, so I thought of the only one I’ve had in a LONG time.

At the hotel in Key Largo, there was a large iguana who made a daily appearance by the pool. He’d climb out of the foliage, take a dump and a pee on the side of the pool, swim across the pool, and climb back into the foliage on the other side. Ahh–Florida. The bartender told us that iguanas are not native to Florida. Someone brought them there and they’ve thrived. Like frogs on Family Guy.

I will probably write more about this tomorrow. The honeymoon, not Family Guy. Go to http://www.tv.com/ for that.

Today's been a weird day

So the hubby had his wisdom teeth extracted today. He responded remarkably well to the knock-out drops and woke up relatively coherant. I let myself get too hungy, not wanting to eat because he couldn’t eat, and not wanting to say that I needed to eat because I didn’t want him secretly thinking “it wouldn’t kill you to skip a meal or six.”

I’ve got about 30 extra pounds on me. It’s well distributed, in that I don’t look like I’m 30 pounds overweight, and I am frustrated. I’m mainly frustrated because every three days or so I turn over a new leaf and decide to really do the diet/exercise thing and then I wake up the next morning and eat something awful for breakfast, plan to workout on my lunch break and work straight through it instead. Tomorrow, tomorrow. I’ll start tomorrow.

I had a nice little freakout in class tonight, thinking that I might have seen a sore on the lip of the guy sitting behind me and that he might, just might, have taken a drink of my water when I got up to go to the bathroom. Working though my issues, I drank my water anyway. I’ll let you know if something horrific starts growing on my lip.

I haven’t had any more success with my Heart Walk endeavor. It’s been such a struggle. I haven’t been able to get my point across to my AHA rep in a nice way–I had to get nasty with her to explain that we’re not the type of company that is NOT busy enough to have her stopping by every week to talk about this campaign. Sheesh…it’s hard enough getting people to participate once they find out they need to raise money, but throw in a well-meaning and cheerful outside rep who approaches her corporate partners like she’s trying to sell them a boat and you’ve got some overworked do-gooders who don’t feel too much like doing good.

The only problem is that in my effort to get her to comply to my (and my company’s) wishes as to how we want to run our own fundraising campaign, I’ve told her how hard I’m working to reach our $25,000.00 goal. I feel like not reaching this goal will be an admission of ineptitude and she’ll be proven right in her guerilla not-for-profit managing tactics. Yipe. I just hope we can come close to the goal.

Trying to get through an episode of Saving Grace, but I don’t think I have it in me. I think I’ll shower and go to bed. I feel beat up–poor Hubby’s the one with the wads of cotton in his mouth and I’m feeling sorry for myself. Shame on me.