I got my taxes done. Much less ugly than I thought it was going to be. I need to finalize some numbers, so I am waiting for those forms.

I am trying to decide if I want to go to a dinner party this Friday. Pros - it will be fun. Cons - it's a haul to get there and I would have to come home, let Millie out, change, THEN go. So I don't know.  Saturday I am getting my hair cut and a manicure, then steam cleaning my frightening carpets.  Sunday, I am going Target shooting, then hanging out in SF the rest of the day/evening.  Monday, I have an eye appt. and then I am going to the gym.  Maybe taking Millie to a park to run and be freeeeee.

School starts next week.

Anyway, Happy New Year! I posted last in August. Nothing has changed. Nothing. I am not sure if that makes me pathetic or normal. Classes start in a week, this semester is WWII. Looking forward to it, I hope it lives up to my mental hype.

I have plans for this year. BIG plans. Ok, really small plans, but plans nonetheless.

I am going to paint my living room, graduate with my Masters, learn to knit, and volunteer more. I haven't been volunteering much, since this last semester was a bitch, but I really want to get back out there. I miss it.

Ooh, I am also going to work on getting Millie certified as a therapy dog. She would be so good at it.

Apparently I haven't journaled here in 42 weeks. I am pretty sure that makes me a waste of LJ space, so I better step it up.

I really wish today were Friday, but apparently I just can't make that happen. I can't wait to go to bed Friday night and sleep late Saturday morning. This is what you start to look forward to when you get up at 530am.

Should I start running again? I have been thinking about it again. Millie and I did some running last weekend and I think maybe I want to give it another shot. I am enjoying the new trainer alot! I wish I would have had him all along, but it is, what it is.

So, my washer and dryer died. No biggie, I have a home warranty. Apparently my home warranty covers everything BUT the washer/dryer. Urg. So, I call the Sears repair people, $700 to fix. Urg. Then, come to find out, I am responsible for the whole of the tax bill on my condo. Can I crawl under a rock now?

Saturday, I am meeting up with the trail running people again. Last week was fun, I have to remember to have cash this time though. Last weekend someone had to buy my breakfast for me. Whoops!!!

I am still trying to decide what to do about kickboxing. Another urg.

You make the call. Apparently I would rather walk 4 miles than run 2. I don't know that jogging burns more calories or is better for me than walking, but I thought it might be. I don't know. I am babbling.

I will run on Tuesday. I mean it this time.

Today we ran shuttle runs in class - run, touch the floor, run back, touch the floor, run further, touch the floor, run back, touch the floor, run further, touch the wall, run back. We did this WAY too many times. Oof. Good practice for tomorrow when I start running for real.

I signed the documents for the condo. The reality is here. I am about to be horribly broke for a very long time.

I am officially addicted to the Dog Whisperer. I can't stop watching it. I have watched 6 in the last 2 days. My name is Gekko, and I am a Dog Whispereraholic.

I have new eyes, new teeth, I am working on shrinking the old body and am getting there slowly but surely, I have better clothes, better makeup. But I have to wonder why, why now? I don't know what suddenly made me decide now is the time for radical self change. Midlife crisis? Wouldn't it have been easier to buy a convertible?? A pretty red one??

Classes start soon, I keep trying to wrap my mind around being a student again. I am not having much luck so far. I took one of the classes as an undergrad, I wonder if Carlos would notice if I turned in the same papers. I will even leave his grades on there so he can remember how much he enjoyed them last time. After I buy the condo, I will be so broke that I won't have any money anyway, then my poor ass can stay home working on my papers.

I know being a home owner is a good thing, I know I love my new condo, I know that with some careful budgeting the first year I can make this work, I know I know I know. But DAMN buying a home is stressful. STRESSFUL. Did I mention stressful?? Sigh. Suck it up, I know.

It also is no fun to be pms-y and sick while being highly stressed. I also start school in a month. Have I mentioned my stress? I also found out that they will not be replacing my employee when she leaves, so I have to take on my other employees' case loads so that they don't get bogged down. Did I mention stress???

It's just alot to think about right now. I know that it will all work out in the wash, but damn it, stress sucks.

I keep trying to focus on the good things, gorgeous condo, central air, washer and dryer in the unit, I have a good job, I am getting a raise in a couple months, I have Millie and Mao, I would say I am healthy BUT that is currently laughable.

I hate money stress. This is a good idea, I will be fine.

Now I am going to bed. Stressed. I think I will take a sleeping pill.

So I tried to break my toe the other day. Luckily I failed, but it still hurts like hell. I went to kickboxing tonight (taped my toes together, it helped a little), but then when I came home to clean up.... nasty things had occurred in my shower while I was at work. I called maintenance and am praying they come tonight so I can shower before work tomorrow. Otherwise, ew, I will have to shower in a backed up tub.

ew.

Did I mention ew??

I think I might enter Millie in an obedience trial in a couple weeks, I will have to see how my time looks with my trip. I hope so though.

I had my second of 4 dental appointments today, the final tally will be $3K. How does that happen?? This only involves 1 cleaning, a guard to stop me from grinding my teeth, 2 fillings, and 3 veneers. I should have been a dentist. Really.

I also made a HUGE life altering decision yesterday. We will see how this works out.

I feel like I finally might be growing up. Hunh, whaddayaknow!

but I know Lisa hasn't posted on here either.

I survived Georgia and am now officially an FTO. You are impressed, I can tell. I have to go back in 3 weeks to teach at this years basic training, this should be entertaining.

I am 7 pounds away from my initial goal weight. Once I get there, I will decide if I want to go another 5 pounds are not. It feels weird to be so close after so long. I had hoped to lose it by the time I go to Tampa, but I am not sure that is reasonable. You never know.

The big walk is coming up, they sent out some info for it which has eased my mind about it immensely. I just wish I didn't have to leave my car at the Bart all night.

I am hideous and undateable. Now I know, thank you life, for pointing that out to me.

“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

I hate when I am excited about something and no one else is. I hate when my parents go on vacation. I hate when I am grumpy and no one ungrumps me. I hate when I am more of a friend to my friend than she is to me.

Cranky cakes.

and bad days that go good.

Yesterday started as a good day and went to shit pretty fast. I dealt with the fallout and people yelling at me, I responded to the stupid guy who couldn't figure out why he was calling the office, and I went for my 6 mile walk. But I couldn't shake my mood, I was just in an annoyed funk.

Today was a shit day and got betteer. I walked in to find out that I am going to Georgia in a week. I don't even like surprises on a good day. The dress for this stupid trip is business casual, HELLO! I wear a uniform to work, I don't DO business casual. They then proceeded to complain that my airfare was too high. Well then perhaps you might have planned my travel a little sooner. It was a just a crappy day. One of my friends is mad at me and I can't figure out why. I am about to be set back $500 on this stupid trip because I get no per diem and I have to board Millie and Mao.

Despite all that, I am doing pretty well. I went to kick boxing and got my ass handed to me in sparring, it was still fun. I have money in the bank, I look alright for my age, the weight that has come off is staying off, my friend will talk to me again (I hope), and my dog thinks I am wonderful.

Even though I do complain, I really shouldn't. I appreciate my life, the opportunities that have been given to me (even this training in GA), I appreciate the things I have and the things I get to do. I am happy to be me and I am a very lucky lucky person.

I have nothing to say.

Millie and I only walked 4 miles today. We got a late start and I just wasn't all that motivated. Now all I want to do is go to bed, but I am waiting until a reasonable hour, 845pm seems a tad early.

Millie starts a new class this weekend, Tricks and Agility. I hope she enjoys it. It's Clinique Bonus Days - SO YEAH BABY!!!! I am going to pick up a couple new eye shadows and the bonus gift - which looks adorable!

I need to make a dentist appointment. 3 years is a long time between appointments. Thank goodness for Sonicare and Water Pik!!!

After two weeks of eating and having fun, it was back to kickboxing tonight. Ow. We ended the class with 30 front kicks each leg, 50 punches, 30 side kicks each leg, 50 punches, 50 round kicks each leg, 50 punches, 70 modified pushups, and 50 crunches. Ow.

It was fun though. Even if I can no longer move my arms. I am typing this with my toes. ;) I have taken back off the weight I gained on the trip. My goal is to be to 155 by the time I go to Tampa. That means I have 2 months to lose 10 pounds. I might even consider starting dating again, although that seems a tad extreme.

Now that it is June and the clock is ticking for my walk, I have to up my training walks to 10 miles. Starting tomorrow. Have I mentioned tonight's class almost killed me? I think I have a screw loose in my brain.