A mile per site...

I have been frustrated with my job lately. Mostly this week for some reason, but still I am annoyed. I think that I have gotten even more so since sending my application for grad school. Running has been my stress reliever. I headed to the Y tonight to put in five miles. Five miles came and I had some more left so I added another mile. That's one mile per site. Too bad it doesn't put some kind of magic spell on them that would just fix them. No such luck. Pretty sure that if I get in to school I will try to go full-time and leave my job. I'm not a quitter, but I'm not a miracle worker either.

I'm tired.

Cross your fingers! It's on its way!

So, I just completed my application for the University of Rochester today. It is in the mail and on its way there. Please keep your fingers crossed that I am accepted and maybe even offered somtheing like an assistantship. How 'bout it? Am really feeling like heading back to school would be a WELCOME change these days.

Stick a fork in it, kids!

Hallelujah! I just finished my personal statement AND my writing sample (aka term paper) for my grad school application! I have been working pretty steadily on both of them and I don't really remember term papers being so time consuming when I was actually in college. Maybe it was because I really didn't have much else to do...you know...like listen to 30 some odd employees whine and cry about unfair life is? That could have been an influence. Anyway, I am thrilled to be done with the application process. It heads out in the mail tomorrow! Keep your fingers crossed.

More importantly, baby pictures arrived today! Kristin's babies Ana and Nicholas are simply beautiful. Ana looks like a mini-Kristin and Nicholas looks like a mini-Scott. Could it be any better? Look at these little peaches...

Does it get any better? I can't wait to see them grow! Should be fun when they hit toddler age!

So, the baby boom is now officially over. There are no more babies on the way (that I know of).

Maggie and I are sleepy sleepy, so off to bed we go!

My downstairs neighbor is a jackass.

It is 10:46 Saturday NIGHT (okay, the fact that I am home and lone is pathetic enough) and Sade is bassing through the floor. I am debating as to whether I go down and pound on his door like he did mine last week. The kicker is that I don't think he is normal and I have a hunch there are some substance abuse "issues" that I don't want to be caught in the middle of. Oh! Even better! Now Sade is SKIPPING. HA! That is freakin' hysterical. Poor guy can't get his swerve on to a skipping cd now, can he?

Although I am seriously annoyed, I had a relatively productive and okay day. I actually got up fairly early for a weekend and started cleaning the apartment and getting rid of some clutter that has accumulated over the last couple of months. I was super vigilant when I first moved, but have been slacking a little as of late. It isn't horrible by any means, just papers and junk hanging around that I don't need. So, anyway, I purged a little today.

After I got things picked up (excluding bedroom, which is an issue in itself), I sat down and banged out six pages of research paper. Even though I had three already started, I completely began again and wrote six solid pages. The editing and citing process takes the longest and I am not looking forward to that. That will probably be a tomorrow event. I am hoping to be have everything completely done for my application by Tuesday. It needs to be in the mail BY Tuesday, actually. Time is getting tight since the application deadline is Thursday! Holy crap! The deadline is THURSDAY. It is now basically, Sunday. I have some hump busting to do tomorrow. I am also still waiting on a letter of reference from my boss, who has had the form for THREE weeks. It better be on my desk tomorrow morning or I am going to go ape.

Lance Armstrong visited me again tonight after I completed my five mile run. It is the longest distance I have completed so far with the Nike+ and actually is the longest distance that I have completed probably ever without walking. I've done a couple of 10Ks, but I am sure there was a walk break or two in them. Anyway, I am quite proud of myself. The clothes continue to fit better and I continue to feel better. I hope to stay healthy and injury free so I can keep at it. Next week I need to be a little smarter about mileage since I almost doubled what I did last week. The rule of thumb is to only add 10% a week. I think I can manage.

Okay, even though Sade is still rapping through the floor, I am going to attempt to hit the sack. I am tired and will probably have a sore body tomorrow. More editing and laundry tomorrow. Woopty doo!

Toasted cheese and chocolate milk!!

I gotta be quick. Grey's Anatomy comes on in about three minutes. I can not be distracted. It is also quite difficult to type when you have a big chocolate moose laying across your lap. Oy vay!

So guess what I had for dinner tonight? A toasted cheese sandwich with FOUR slices of cheese on it. It was so gooey that I had to literally eat it over the plate because the cheese was running out of it. SO ridiculously yummy. Mags liked her little portion, too. She is a cheese lover. I also swigged down a big glass of chocolate milk, which seems to be my new thing. The rumor is that milk does a body good!

I almost hurled on the track tonight. It was the weirdest thing. I was running along, feeling just fine when I felt this heave. I really was not tired out at all. So, anyway, I heaved and threw up in my mouth a little. Disgusting, huh? So...I stopped and tried to breath hoping not to spew in front of the two games of volleyball that were going on below. That would have been mortifying.

I did something a little bad tonight, but it doesn't matter because it was good that I did it. Sometimes it's good to get a little reality check and remember that what you thought was good maybe wasn't really so good after all.

Whoppers, Mizunos, and Daughtry

I realize that tonight is the State of the Union Address. In the name of keeping peace between my sister and I, am going to refrain from making comments about our national idiot.

Somewhere along the way to work this morning, I decided it would be a great idea to have a Whopper and fries for lunch? What the hell was I thinking? I felt like I was harboring a baby seal in my gut all afternoon. Good lord. Lesson learned. I don't care how good they taste, they aren't worth the fast food hangover that comes with them.

The wonderful UPS man brought my new kicks. After having the same pair of runners since July, it was time to get a new pair. I am in love with Mizunos. Having tried almost every other brand imaginable including Nike, Reebok, New Balance, Asics, Adidas, and Saucony I have found my sole mate. Get it? SOLE mate. This is my third pair of Mizunos and I don't plan on switching up any time soon. I took them for a 3.5 mile spin tonight and they cornered like they were on rails! Yee haw!

Along with new wheels, comes new music. I was cruising around iTunes trying to find some new music, when I came across Daughtry. I bought the whole stinking album, and let me tell you I LIKE IT. I am going to burn it tomorrow and listen to it in the Jeep. I think that he probably should have been America's Idol. I don't know about that Taylor Hicks so much...

I managed to bang out an eight page personal statment for my grad school application today. It is only a first draft and I know that I have some major revising to do, but it felt great to write that much. I can't say that I was very productive in completing much other work, but at least I got that nearly completed. Now I just need to get to work on the paper. Maybe tomorrow?

Okay, I am pooped. Time to go snuggle with the Mags.

Vive la Lance!

I KNEW IT!! I KNEW he ADORED me. Who, you ask? Why, Lancey Poo Armstrong, of course. What the hell am I talking about? Well, you know how Paula Radcliffe usually tells me "Good job! You've run your longest distance so far!" Well, imagine my surprise when I finished my run tonight and it was LANCE. The same Lance who I have loved. The same Lance that made me hate Sheryl Crowe even more (but I can tolerate her now since they busted up). Anyway, I was thrilled. Now I wonder who else will speak to me when I reach a new milestone?

I can't get my Nike+ to calibrate successfully for ANYTHING! I've tried to do it four times. Let me just tell you...after about the 45th time around the indoor track, you start counting laps. It is 19 laps around the track for a mile. When my Nike+ tells me I have completed a mile, I have actually completed two additional laps, so it is telling me that I am completing a mile after 21 laps. This wouldn't be any big deal if I were just doing a mile or two, but I am doing four miles at a clip. That's 8-10 extra laps - or somewhere between .4 and .5 miles. See where it's adding up? So, according to my Nike+, I ran 4.32 miles tonight. So did I actually run closer to 4.7 or 4.8? I guess it only benefits me in the long run, but it's also no wonder that my pace per mile is turtley slow. It makes me feel like a slug, but I know I am "hauling." As much as a chubby girl can "haul" anyway.

Lately, I've had something weird happen while I am on the track. No, it isn't the feeling that I am going to wet my pants or vomit (although I came pretty close tonight). It is that people are starting to draft me. I'm not kidding. If you have run before you know what I am talking about. It's those people who are right on your tail, using you as a pace car. They won't pass you and hang in there for a couple of laps before passing you (acting like they are faster) or falling off. Usually, these are people who have walked most of the way and then run four of five laps to end things off. Maybe I should be flattered that they think I am worthy of following. Maybe they think that I am slow enough that they CAN follow me. Whatever it is, it annoys me. It has happened the last four times I've been on the track. Argh. I maybe wouldn't mind so much if it were men following me, but it's always women. Whatever.

Okay, on other non-running topics.... My Jeep got new brakes today. At almost 84,000 miles, I suppose it was time. I was told in May that I needed new brakes soon. I guess they lived a good life. I love my little Liberty.

Thinking that is about it for now. I am getting very sleepy! Till tomorrow...

Obsessed with balls.

No, not me! What are you thinking! My dog. She is OBSESSED. She brings the tennis ball over, drops it in your lap, and then nudges it until you respond. The more you ignore it, the more she nudges. Psycho. I know this is not unusual dog behavior, but it gets pretty darn tiresome.

I have played Chuck-It twice today. I haven;t even gone to the gym, but my dog has gotten all kinds of exercise. On top of it, it is icy and cold. My feet are still thawing from taking her out earlier.

When the tennis ball fails, out comes the stuffed goose. I don't know why she is partial to the goose, but she is. It is dirty, stinky, and stiff from all of the dog slobber.

I guess that I should be thankful that she just brings me toys. The cats leave me presents right in front of the litter box. I'm sorry. Was it too much to actually step INSIDE the freakin' litter box? I'm pretty sure I hate cats.

I see stupid people.

<------- case in point.


They are all around me. Everywhere I look? Stupid people. I go to work and what do I see? Stupid ass people. I go to the gym. What do I see? Stupid people. Can I escape the stupid people?


As you can probably tell, I am just WICKED annoyed with stupid people today. It was a shitty day at work. Let's put it that way. We got a notification that we were violating the Americans with Disability Act. Okay, the woman was playing kickball without shoes last year and she didn't even work for us. Then, I had an incident report where the adult acted like a STUPID PERSON and then punished the kid because the adult is an idiot. How is that fair? So, I wrote a bitchy memo and called it a day. Of course, I got an email back saying that it was all wrong and they had contacted the counselor and the nurse and the principal....she probably would have told me she contacted the president had she thought of it. Then they REALLY would have been screwed. Here's the thing that just absolutely takes the f*cking cake. I have been accused of allowing kids to leave a school and go downtown to get a haircut without parental permission or adult supervision. What the F*CK?!?! Not in a million years. Then again, this crazy STUPID PERSON reported one of our staff to the child abuse hotline last week. Why should I be surprised? Not only that, but she "quoted" our executive director (two complete paragraphs to be exact) from a speech that she had given. Our director never gave that speech. Katie did make a good point, though. I worked with a woman who was equally begging for public humiliation last year. Oh yeah. I had nearly forgotten that.


What happens to people to make them so freakin' delusional? Why can't people just cut their losses and move on? I know. I am one to talk, but when it comes to work....why the hell does someone want to work in a place they aren't wanted? I never got that. Stupid people like to make other people miserable.


On top of that, I am being pressured like a little middle school girl to have ess eee ecks. Who does that? I met him at the gym ONE time and IM'ed a couple of times and now he thinks that I am just going to put out? If there is one thing I've learned from getting my heart shattered to smithereens is to not trust anyone. Sucks to be him. He should have met me BEFORE Pedal Dick ruined the chances for any other man on the face of the earth.


By the way, I saw "Stomp the Yard" yesterday. I admit it. it was the steppa version of "Drumline." Best line of the movie? "I don't step. I battle." That's me. I battle. Bring it.


So, I am going to try and go do four miles at the Y. God only knows if that will actually happen. I ate salt and vinegar potato chips on the way home. You know the ones - the ridiculously yummy kettle cooked ones. The ones that go straight to the ass without so much as an apology? Yep. I ate those. All the way home. It is likely I will barf on the track. Maybe I will give a report when I get back.


I'm gonna bounce.


UPDATE: I did indeed complete four miles with no walk breaks. I am thinking that my Nike+ system still is not calibrated correctly, though, because I counted laps and it was logging a mile at about two and a half laps after I passed the mile mark on the track (and indoor track). IN any case, that's a lot of laps around! I started to feel a little like a gerbil. The potato chips did revisit. Wasn't happy about that. On the other hand, there was a VERY cute man running as I was leaving. Maybe I had that sweet runners "glow." Hope to see him again!

Cowgirl up!

All in all, I would say that I've had a good weekend. I've been to the Y and worked hard. Just ask my calves. Ouch.

Last night Amy, her friend Meg, and I went to the Oncenter in Syracuse to watch the Syracuse Crunch play the Rochester Amerks. Hockey games are just fun. And holy cow! There were fights! Lots of them. Like equipment all over the ice kind of fights. The coaches were even fighting. Gotta love hockey!

Here's something weird. Charlie was at the game. We exchanged some text messages, but did not actually meet up. He is an oddball. I got a phone call from him at 1:20 this morning, though. Makes no sense.

So, off we go into Syracuse for a little boogie down. We ended up at Daisy Duke's. I rode the mechanical bull. I don't plan on ever getting on a real bull. Lordy. I think I held my own, but who knows? I probably looked like a big fat girl on a mechanical bull. I held on tight, though, even when the operator threw in a reverse spin. I learned that bull riding is all about inner thigh strength and the bruises that follow the next day. Look for pictures soon. Amy took them and was going to send them today, but so far no pictures.

I think I've kicked the "him" habit. I am 99% sure I am over it. It is really SO not my loss and I recognize that now. What goes around, comes around and karma is going to kick his ass hard. I, on the other hand, can only go UP!

License and Registration, please.

Yes. I got pulled over again. Yes. It was for my headlight that was out. Again. Yes, I got a ticket and yes I got it fixed. I was also talking on my cell phone, had an insurance card that listed my vehicle as a Ford Contour and had not changed my registration within 10 days of moving to Auburn (I thought it was three months). I could have gone to jail, but I didn't. I just got a ticket to fix my headlight. So, $25 later the stupid headlight is fixed. Now who are the Troopers going to harass. Give me a break. I saw a Trooper on HIS cell phone driving today. Hypocrites.

I had lunch today at the Dinosaur BBQ in Syracuse. Yum. We had a training that was mostly worthless, except for the lunch at the Dinosaur. I brought home a piece of cornbread that Maggie has probably eaten by now. God love her.

I am tired. That's what I've decided. I have a mountain of paperwork on my desk and I was out at a horrible training and getting my headlight fixed today. Like I have the time.

Life annoys me.

Paula Radcliffe says I'm amazing!

Skinny, quick little Paula Radcliffe (281 in the picture to the right) told me tonight after my measly little 2.96 mile run tonight that I did a great job! She also told me that I had completed my longest run so far!

Here I am again. Kicking some more ass.

Thanks, Paula. I appreciate the encouragement!

P.S. The Nike+ system has a woman that talks you through your run depending on what goal you've set. I assume that it is Paula coaching me through my run. I'm really not losing my mind. Besides that she actually says in her accent, "Hello. This is Paula Radcliffe. You've completed your longest run so far. Congratulations!"

See? I'm really NOT losing my mind. Paula really does talk to me.

"Your wife doesn't have any symptoms?"

This is what I heard today as I sat waiting for the doctor to come and speak with me to question whether I have reached the "normal" zone again or not. So here's how it went down....

I was sitting and minding my own business, waiting patiently. Through the wall I hear,

"Your wife doesn't have any symptoms?"
"No."
Inaudible chatter.
"This is going to be a little uncomfortable. I have to stick this in the end of your urethra."
More inaudible.
More fuzz.
"Well, chlamydia isn't all that uncommon."

So, here's me sitting and listening intently as a health educator. I admit it. I put my ear closer to the wall. Who wouldn't? Let's be honest here. How would you like to be at THAT dinner table tonight? Yikes. Either wifey gave it to hubby and has something to share or hubby gave it to wifey and she just doesn't know it yet. The dog's been out prowling somewhere along the way in any case! My concerns paled in comparison.

So, all checked out well at the doc's. I am good to go for a few months. I think that I have, in fact, fallen back into the "normal" zone. Here's l'il ole me kicking ass and taking names.

I need to update my Coach fund. I am actually now at $18 and I am considering that I did not have a contact yesterday with "him" since I was asked by a student to forward the message. I believe I am justified in this thinking since "he" did respond and I did not respond back. Bite me, pal. You and your $10 road side sneakers you are so proud of aren't worth me losing a new Coach bag over. Yes. I am a snot. And with good reason, I might add.

Tonight at the gym it's a good, solid run night. I have falledn behind in the Nike+ challenge. Yesterday I was 16 out of 30 and today I have fallen to 20. I can make up some spots tonight, though. I just didn't run yesterday, so I lost a little ground. No big deal. I needed the rest. Tonight, though, it's back on the horse! Giddy up!

Libby is gone, so now it is just me and Mag and the cats again. The apartment is a mess and smells like a manger. It's amazing how much more stench an additional dog can add. Ugh. I am not the queen of clean as it is, so making it all better is going to suck.

Yesterday was Grace Anne's birthday. I am officially the worst aunt ever. I completely forgot. It's on track with how my week is going, though, since I forgot a meeting yesterday and an interview today. Something's gotta give. Maybe my synthetic happiness is making me (more) flighty. Tomorrow is a new day, though, and I am going to do better!

I am outta here. I gained another $2 today!! So close I can taste that like-butta-leatha.

My Nike+ Challenge

So, I am loving my Nike+ system. Yesterday I did 2.88 miles and it kept track of time, mileage, calories, pace, etc. It's great! It's like being on a treadmill only better. I am part of a NIke+ challenge for beginners. Bascially, 30 women around the world who consider themselves beginners are seeing who runs the most miles in 14 days. Yesterday I was in sixth place, but this afternoon I have already fallen to 15th. I don't know if I am going to hit the gym tonight or not. I know that my body could use a rest, but I am feeling good and feel like I could put in at least a couple of miles. On the other hand, when I start getting like this and push and push, that is when I really start to feel the ole heel start to hurt. I should lay off. But, I probably won't! The tread on the bottom of my running shoes is almost gone, which means it is time for new ones. I haven't bought new ones since July, which is a miracle since I had an addiction for a while.

Yesterday when I got home from work, the cat food container was laying on its side and the cat food was strewn across the dining room. Apparently someone (Libby) decided to help themselves to a snack mid-day. I expect the same when I get home today since she would not eat her breakfast again. Maggie is farting like Walter the farting dog again. What gives? Lord have mercy.

I have a dilemma reagrding my Coach fund. I feel like I should get my full $2 for the day, but I did contact "him." It was for a legitimate reason, however. A former student emailed me and asked that I pass his email address on to "him." So I did. I kept it very professional and to the point and signed it "Jennifer." That oughtta show him. He can put that in his juice box and suck it.

I am actually feeling quite empowered these days. I feel proud of my workout efforts, the weight that I am losing, and the fact that I am finding myself again. Did I mention that my legs are looking kick ass these days, too? It feels fantastic to feel my sense of humor coming back. I haven't cried in over a week (eight days to be exact). I am just generally feeling relief and hope. THAT is awesome in itself.

I have missed me.

My "little" visitor...

So I am lucky enough to have a "little" visitor for a couple of days. My mom's dog, Libby, is hanging with Maggie and I for a few. This morning was interesting. Libby got Maggie all kinds of wound up. She was biting at Maggie's front paws. Maggie made a hard spin to the right. Libby tackled her. Maggie got up and jumped at Lib. Lib took off (as fast as Libby can take off) and ran through the dining room around the table. Scout was hiding behind the table. He saw Lib coming. Scout high tailed it out of the dining room with Lib in hot pursuit. Maggie saw Scout come running with Lib on his tail and she fell in and chased both of them through the bedroom, around into the bathroom, and back out into the living room. Ever had about 190 pounds of lab flying through a one bedroom apartment when you are trying to grab for collars? Can you imagine the noise in the apartment downstairs? I am thinking they were not happy campers.

So, I made some more progress on the grad school application. Now that I actually found my debit card, I could fax my transcript request to Penn State. I also made contact with a former professor who is hopefully going to serve as a reference if I can get the appropriate information to her. The paper? Oh yeah, the paper...that is still a work in progress. I think that I have gathered as much info as I need. Now it is just a matter of sitting down and writing the stupid thing. Time is getting short, so I better get at it!

Tonight's plans include taking Mag and Lib for some kind of physical activity. Not sure what that is going to be since it is still mud season. I wish the ground would at least freeze. I am also headed to the Y. I re calibrated my Nike+ yesterday, so I am hoping to get some better mileage that I have been getting. I am also hoping for a faster pace. I am fairly certain that when I calibrated the thing initially that I had added two or three extra laps because I had lost count on the indoor track. Ooops. There are typically guys playing basketball down below, so at least I have something to watch while I run.

So, check this out... Can you count the number of chins in this picture? Good Lord. This is me on the cruise in 2004. Hefty. I am feeling good about where I am now and will continue to work towards the goal of getting and staying healthy.

Okay, off I go. See ya later!

It's been a few days since I've posted. What a busy few days it has been!

Last week was just crazy busy trying to keep the program afloat. Katie is back as Program Manager for the 21st Century Program at Cattaraugus-Allegany BOCES and it has been nice to chat about program issues and conundrums with her. The SURGE Program is coming along, but we've got a long way to go.

I have been spending LOTS of time at the gym, working it hard. I think tomorrow needs to be a day off, or at least a light day. I did elliptical and weights Friday, four mile run yesterday, and a mile run and 20 minutes on the elliptical today. My thighs are tired and I am afraid they are going to look like Lance Armstrong's legs any day now. It feels good to work off some of my frustration and emotion, though. I had a long drive home from Mom's today and started thinking. It's not good when I start to think.

The good thing is that my thoughts have shifted from feeling sorry for myself to how pissed I am at the situation and "him" and how I am just better off without him. He told me that I deserved someone better and I think that I finally agree with him. I just wish that I could forget about him completely. Everything over the last few weeks has helped. It has also been a big help that I finally WANT to get over it. There is no use pining away for something that isn't going to happen and for someone who doesn't want to be with me. Why do I even put myself through that? It makes no sense.

I finally got to work on the term paper this morning. Granted, I didn't get far, but at least I have gotten through a few articles and have outlined some notes. I am looking forward to the actual composition and know that I will wait until the last minute to complete it. Typical. I have also been thinking about my personal statement and what I will write in it. It's hard to think about because there are so many things that I would like to do. I asked Mom this morning, "So, if I do this degree what then? Another bachelors?" I can't imagine being done and accomplishing the goal that I have had as long as I can remember. I have literally always planned on and wanted to complete a doctoral. I might actually be headed that way. Exciting.

We went to Pennsylvania yesterday for my grandmother's 75th birthday. It was nice for the family to be together. I have a visitor today and tomorrow and maybe Tuesday. Miss Libby is here with Maggie and I. Nala is less than impressed and is hissing from under the Adirondack chair. Scout couldn't really care less. it's just one more dog to rub against.

We are all sleepy this afternoon. I could use some lunch and a nap, but should get writing. I have a crazy busy week coming up and I know that I won't feel like writing when I get home from work. I also won't have time to write during work, so I guess I better get at it. 5-7 pages isn't that long...especially double spaced. Suck it up and have at it.

Big money! No whammies!

So, I had a brainstorm on the way to work (which is when most of my thinking occurs) this morning. I do like Coach bags. I deserve a new one. I have a plan.

Here it is:
For each day that I don't contact "him" I pay myself $1. For each day that I don't cry, I get to pay myself another $1 for a possible total of $2 per day. That could really add up! Once I have a sizable amount, I head to the Coach outlet and treat myself to a little something nice.

It's a plan.

The term paper....it has been rough. I have finally decided on the topic of "GW's policy of abstinence-only funded sex education curriculum/programs and how it will effect our youth." He is a stupid little monkey and this policy proves it. Ignorance doesn't keep kids from having sex. Keeping the truth from them doesn't really accomplish much good, either.

Getting references is kind of a pain in the arse. It is going to be a challenge to get three references by February 1st. It's not that i don't have people that I can use, but they want a professor and two others. I have the prof all lined up, but she wants to know what the topic of my project was in her class and what I got. This class was like seven and a half years ago. For the love of God! I can't remember what the paper was about. I also can't remember what my grade was. I graduated with a 3.9 so it had to have at least been decent. I also need to prepare my resume again and get it in a file. I have no idea where the one is that I used to get my current job. I stole a copy out of my personnel file so that I can at least type it out tonight.

Why must the process be so arduous?

I may end up having to ask Katie to do a reference. She's my clutch girl.

Okay, off to the gym. I am ready for the elliptical tonight.

By the way, I think I am going to earn $2 today! Go me!

The boys in blue BRING IT!

Is there a better way to start 2007 than a big Penn State win? After having a so so season, they looked simpy AWESOME today. Joe was in the coach's box, but it didn't slow them down. Tony Hunt was like a freight train. Morelli was spot on with a lethal arm. Kevin Kelly still sucks. Rumors of a possible national championship next year according to the team. Joe won't let that get spoken about anytime soon, but good golly I would be thrilled!

Maggie stills gets confused from the Penn State games. She isn't really sure what the yelling is about and why I seem to fling my arms for no apparent reason. She gets exicted anyway, until she realizes that she isn't going outside. Poor girl.

She's been a weirdo. She is frustrated because she hasn't been able to play. With the big slash on her paw, I don't dare let her run around. She would be even more miserable with stitches and an infection, so she's going to have to suck it up for a while. She needs an attitude adjustment. She is big on growling at Scout these days and has taken to chasing Nala when she is just trying to mind her own business. Maybe the space of the apartment is getting to her. She is bored with life. Her mom isn't very exciting these days.

I almost did nothing for New Year's last night. I was this ( ) close to sitting home with Mags, but decided to go ahead and go to Amy's. After an intense five hour game of Trivial Pursuit 90's Version and a bottle of Pleasant Valley Spumante (YUM) the ball dropped. 2007. It's finally here. 2006 is a distant memory - not one that I care to revisit any time soon. Yuck.

Katie has a goal of losing 20 pounds by March. That's doable and I am going to hop on the bandwagon with her. That would get me to pretty much where I would like to be...maybe ten pounds off. I know that I won't get back to high school weight, even though it was a fairly healthy weight for my current age. I guess we'll see if I am Georgalicious by March.

Back to work tomorrow. That's disgusting that I am ready to be t work, considering that I will be dropping the hammer tomorrow and cleaning up more left over garbage. Just another day in paradise!