Some people are naturally high on life. You know him. All smiles, always positive, well-liked, upbeat, Mr. Sunshine whom is high on life aLL the time. Makes you sick sometimes.
I have concluded early on in life that I am one to sit back and brood. The brooding type. Yup, that's me. Not Miss Peppy, but the one behind her. Way back over there. Almost - yeah, the one sitting outside by the tree by herself. Usually reading a book or scribbling some notes down. Right there. Okay, a bit exaggerated, but the fundamental is the same. If you're glancing over at me, and it's when we're not talking, I'm not reading or watching TV, but seem quietly lost in thought? That's when I'm probably brooding.
Wake Up, Lunch
Lunch has officially gotten boring. The adult's recess, the lunch hour has transitioned discreetly from something that I used to look forward to, hungrily anticipating which culinary fare I would choose for my precious sixty minutes.
And thus catalyzed today's lunch to a local Indian restaurant a stone's throw from the office. Some sauces to choose from, some distinct curry flavors to each dish, and I'm pleasantly surprised. Give a girl some options and you can call it a day. What a difference lunch can make.
Now I'll have to see about dessert...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Tuesday Mondays
Well hello there, morning bagels.
So the department I've been hitting the grindstone at these days has a weekly order of morning bagels on Mondays a few minutes before 8:00am, like clockwork. Due to the Memorial Day holiday, I was surprised to find the two dozen doughy delivery sitting in the kitchen on this Tuesday morning.
Yes, the weekend still felt too short.
Yes, we were all reminded of the fact that we need to take a real vacation and get out of town and just effin' relax.
And so it went this Tuesday morning, which very much felt like a regular ol' Monday with the stress of the work week beginning again and hitting the snooze button a few times too many and finally rushing off to work.
Fast forward to the afternoon slump..consciously decided to go Thai for some flavor and, of course, the fiery chili pepper sauce. Something kind of unappetizing while eating when presented with time constrained rigmaroles instead of hunger.
Flashing back to this morning's ingested penalties..I downed the morning's bagel. On this particular occasion, went for the jalapeno reduced fat shmear on the plain bagel half, and the reduced fat plain shmear on the cheese bagel half. And there goes my carb allotment for the year.
In conclusion, the beached whale that came in after lunch when you were expecting the Assistant that came in to work this morning, well, I'm considering other options.
I think I'm done with eating until next week.
Hello, begrudging trip to BTF. Time to get that elliptical going.
So the department I've been hitting the grindstone at these days has a weekly order of morning bagels on Mondays a few minutes before 8:00am, like clockwork. Due to the Memorial Day holiday, I was surprised to find the two dozen doughy delivery sitting in the kitchen on this Tuesday morning.
Yes, the weekend still felt too short.
Yes, we were all reminded of the fact that we need to take a real vacation and get out of town and just effin' relax.
And so it went this Tuesday morning, which very much felt like a regular ol' Monday with the stress of the work week beginning again and hitting the snooze button a few times too many and finally rushing off to work.
Fast forward to the afternoon slump..consciously decided to go Thai for some flavor and, of course, the fiery chili pepper sauce. Something kind of unappetizing while eating when presented with time constrained rigmaroles instead of hunger.
Flashing back to this morning's ingested penalties..I downed the morning's bagel. On this particular occasion, went for the jalapeno reduced fat shmear on the plain bagel half, and the reduced fat plain shmear on the cheese bagel half. And there goes my carb allotment for the year.
In conclusion, the beached whale that came in after lunch when you were expecting the Assistant that came in to work this morning, well, I'm considering other options.
I think I'm done with eating until next week.
Hello, begrudging trip to BTF. Time to get that elliptical going.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Ah, malnourishment
Human cannot live on nonfat vanilla lattes alone.
Noshing on 4 o'clock chocolates in the afternoon at work.
Feeling low energy and just drained. Drained, on a cellular level. Okay, I exaggerate.
My shoulders are killing me. Knots which have only begun to build up a few months ago seem to be lodged in there. And that crick in my lower back from sitting in a chair for the better part of the day that begs to be twisted until cracked.
It is definitely a menu del dia kind of day; I am famished.
It is a curious thing, the milestone. The graduation, the wedding, the birthday. Ah yes, your birthday. That annual marker which catalyzes a slew of emotionally charged evaluations of your past, present, and future. Those things I want to do with this little life of mine - will have to remember to get back to doing them.
COTW: Milo Ventimiglia. What's his 'skincare regime'? He's dashing. Yes, dashing, you heard right.
Noshing on 4 o'clock chocolates in the afternoon at work.
Feeling low energy and just drained. Drained, on a cellular level. Okay, I exaggerate.
My shoulders are killing me. Knots which have only begun to build up a few months ago seem to be lodged in there. And that crick in my lower back from sitting in a chair for the better part of the day that begs to be twisted until cracked.
It is definitely a menu del dia kind of day; I am famished.
It is a curious thing, the milestone. The graduation, the wedding, the birthday. Ah yes, your birthday. That annual marker which catalyzes a slew of emotionally charged evaluations of your past, present, and future. Those things I want to do with this little life of mine - will have to remember to get back to doing them.
COTW: Milo Ventimiglia. What's his 'skincare regime'? He's dashing. Yes, dashing, you heard right.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Hello, Hump Day
I am not now, nor have I ever been, a morning person.
This strange and select group of early risers will be the life of the party post-retirement age I'm sure, with those crazy four o'clock in the evening dinners and waking up with Matt, Al, Ann, and Meredith.
I've realized that this morning is one where I'm half-absorbed in soporific clouds. My head is practically droning with the soundtrack of slumber. Also where I showed up at work 25 minutes early. Hello, long lunch.
This strange and select group of early risers will be the life of the party post-retirement age I'm sure, with those crazy four o'clock in the evening dinners and waking up with Matt, Al, Ann, and Meredith.
I've realized that this morning is one where I'm half-absorbed in soporific clouds. My head is practically droning with the soundtrack of slumber. Also where I showed up at work 25 minutes early. Hello, long lunch.
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