Heeeyyyy,
I was looking back through my archives, and I noticed that posts that previously had “notes” sometimes now don’t. Not all of them are gone, but a good number are.
What’s the deal? Is this a Tumblr glitch? Did people “retract” their notes? (A lot of people would have had to do this…lots of “likes” are missing.) Do notes “expire” at some point?
Thanks in advance for your help, smarties.
The pre-race week of no alcohol begins…no wine with dinner, no beer with improv tonight, no bourbon and a book just ‘cause I feel like it…nada.
I don’t think abstaining for an entire week is probably necessary, but it makes me feel confident I’m doing everything I can to be ready. I also just read some advice in Runner’s World about staying hydrated and getting good sleep for several days before running an event.
And, I suppose it’s not a horrible idea to, every now and then, go without a drink for 7 days.
I got one perfect day on our balcony (a balcony!) before the weather turned cold. Here was breakfast with stats reading:
And the flowers the previous owners left us. They also left the condo sparkling clean. Lots of good karma for them.
And lunch with Self.
Because I finally have internet access and my camera cord.
This is our new place!
Aaaaannnnddddd, don’t expect any “after” shots for a long, long,
long,
long,
long,
time.
I love this post.
If you’re not following thekimenator, I’d highly recommend it. She’s one of my all time favs.
She’s usually not very serious, but when she is, it’s brilliant.
(Actually, it’s kind of brilliant all the time, serious or not.)
This would be the title of my six word memoir.
I don’t remember the day I realized it, maybe I always have. I think it’s something I share quite often with this space. The way I feel every second passing. The way I feel each minute as it leaves.The way I have a hard time letting go. I always…
At first I was so excited, I was all zen like, “Oh, it’s fine that everything’s in boxes and I can’t get any work done. Take it day by day.”
And now I feel like I’m having a mini heart attack over all of the stuff I have to do. The breaking point was calling RCN this morning about the internet they set up last night that’s already not working. They need me to be home to try and troubleshoot. But, of course, being at home for long stretches of time during the day is difficult because I really, really need to get work done - work that I need the internet to do.
Anyway, you don’t need to hear boring details. I’m immensely grateful to have a great new place and to have Kevin living with me again, of course. But today, I’m drowning.
I would say this is true about people in general, not just men who are interested in you. Friends, coworkers, politicians…
Randy Pausch (via quote-book) (via angelblush)
I need to re-read this book.
(via cplucked)
(via minilaarni)
I thought closing on a condo and then moving in the middle of midterms + a visit from in in-laws + a visit from some very energetic friends of my husband’s + a 3 hour drive to visit family in Indiana would make this weekend really hard.
….
And I was totally right. It was really hard.
:)
(via lorenrochelle)
Kind of cool, kind of creepy. :)
A marathon. In June.
Must. keep. breathing.
I’ve been doing this for the past week or two, and it’s changed my life. I live on a different happiness planet now. I start the day much much much better. I tend to wake up anxious, obsessing over my to-do list, worrying about everything from my workload to something I said a week ago to incidents that embarrass me from childhood. “Snoozing” is a joke - I just lay there trying to fall back asleep and then getting mad that I can’t and then getting more anxious and then more mad and finally getting up frustrated and fighting to shake it off so I can actually have a nice day.
Now my feet hit the floor before I really have time to think about anything, and in 15 minutes I’m out in the dark and cold (or doing yoga in a warm, quiet, dimly lit apartment) moving. I blast away (that’s what it feels like to me) any worries, come home and drink coffee and, I tell you, spend the rest of my morning contentedly showering, getting dressed, talking to Kevin, and making and eating breakfast. Also maybe reading blogs if I have time. (Those are the best mornings.) I walk to the train and have my day in class or meetings or reading, and I’m just more even.
My reimbursed meal at the airport + Runner’s World:
The thoughtful things my aunt had ready for me at her house:
(Our wedding photo, moved to a “place of honor.”)
(Snacks, including home-baked chocolate chip cookies)
(A comfy old sweatshirt because she was afraid I’d be cold.)
And some cool stuff I saw when I wasn’t staring at a computer screen:
My seventy-something grandpa is having both knees replaced, electively, because he feels that he has in front of him too much life full of too much action to be in pain all the time.
I am sure he will be happy as a clam come April when he’s strolling the the Siesta Key beach with my grandma, drinking his Manhattan out of a thermos, watching the sun set.
So I’m basically kicking ass at life today. Woke up early smack dab in the center of a giant hotel bed surrounded by four enormous pillows. Coffee and statistics homework. Bam. Run by the Capitol and through some pretty D.C. neighborhoods. Bam. Showered, ready 10 minutes early. Bam. Understanding most everything so far at my meetings AND thinking we might get out a bit early this afternoon. Double bam.
No more Tumblr for me, though, until Friday. Who’d have thought internet access would be so hard to find at a computer database training?
(If you’re a grad student, does it count as a “business trip?”)
Here are things I’m nervous about:
And here are things I’m excited about:
