Day to Day

Back to Normal

Another BlogHer event in the record books and life returns to normal.

Bags are unpacked. Swag is (mostly) put away. Laundry is laundering. Spam is cleared (except, of course, the spam is never really cleared — there’s always more, darn it.) And, the real indicator of normalcy — I’ve been playing Words With Friends at my pre-conference level.

I haven’t played Candy Crush in almost a week — how long can I go before it sucks me back in? It took three weeks, after BlogHer Food. If I can hold out until Jenn and JMP arrive, I might just beat the Candy Crush addiction.

Pray for me.

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Too Hot, Too Cold, Too …

The AC in the back of the house went out. I tried not to complain very much because it was the weekend and I didn’t really HAVE to sit at my desk to work because… who works weekends? Hah. Really though, I felt worse for TW’s mom because her bedroom is back here and it was much harder for her to get away from the heat.

It wasn’t too bad on Saturday but Sunday was pretty hot and by 9am this morning I was ready to start complaining a little bit. At least to myself.

Then the landlord showed up and fixed it and… I was freezing again.

Yea, that’s me — never satisfied.

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Blah

That’s pretty much how it went today. It wasn’t bad, til the Zimmerman verdict (that I expected, but still…) Even my yukky headache eased up after a bit and I got a few things done.

Not a lot, just a few.

But, considering the AC is out in the back of the house — yea, I’ll call that a win.

Except I don’t think tomorrow is going to be much better, even if the AC is repaired.

It’s just a blah kind of time.

On a good note, back to school shopping has begun and I do love office supplies. Heh.

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So. Tired.

So much work to do.

My house is a mess.

I haven’t read a book in two days.

I’m stuck on some stupid candy crush level that I’m sure I’ll never get passed — only in part because I don’t have time to play.

Lola is a pathetic showgirl with her little cone and her sore belly.

Skeeter is a pathetic poodle because her showgirl is pathetic.

Have I mentioned the house is trashed?

I have to work all weekend. I mean really work all weekend.

I haven’t gotten more than five hours sleep a night in about three weeks. In fact I’ve been lucky to get four hours of sleep a night.

I haven’t done any art journaling in two weeks.

Asshattery abounds.

So do conference calls.

I haven’t called my dad.

Jenn’s called me twice and I’ve had to decline both calls because I was on conference calls with no end to the workday in sight.

I miss JMP.

And Michelle.

And Chris.

And Jenn.

Tired. Very, very tired.

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Tired

Man I’m tired today and I don’t think it has much to do with the power being off for seven hours last night (or having Lola wake me up a little before midnight to tell me there were a lot of big loud trucks on our street.)

We’re heading into the city tonight to see Melissa — which will make me even more tired, but it will be fun. As long as it doesn’t storm. Please let it not storm. Please.

I’m thinking I need to sleep all weekend. If only that were possible.

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Better and Worse

The puppies are awesome. I just watched both dogs hop right into the backseat of the car and settle right down. Huge improvement over day one. A little while ago, Lola was outside with me and when she came in — she stopped in the middle of the room and waited for me to invite her to leave the room, without me saying a word or giving her any hand signal at all. Huge. HUGE. Amazing job of “Wait”.

I, however, am not awesome.

My house is trashed.

I’ve worked a whole lot of hours this week, after doing such an amazing job of taking time off everyday (for the last few months.)

We’re hemorrhaging money, after doing a great job of budget cutting and saving money.

I’m tired. Very, very tired — which is why the house is trashed, I’m working too many hours and we’re spending too much money.

It’s a vicious cycle. Must end the cycle this weekend.

Back. ON. Track. DAMN. IT.

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Avoiding Vicarious Living

Before BlogHer Food I was all about the art journaling and really loving the Index Card a Day challenge.

I took a couple of cards and a few pens with me on the trip but I knew I wouldn’t use them. I didn’t. Heck, I can’t even seem to find them in my suitcase or laptop bag, which is bad because one of my Pit Pens is wherever those cards are! gah.

I even stopped watching the ICAD Facebook group because I just felt overwhelmed by all of the creativity.

And then there’s KarenLynnn who’s enjoying her new Mandala book and her even newer Prismacolor 150s.

And my mom who is Zentangling and sending my photos via text message.

I’ve been home 48 hours. I haven’t looked at either of my journals or JMP’s tag journal and I’m five index cards behind in the ICAD.

I have three art journal, mixed media, collage books sitting on my bedside table, just waiting for me to get back to it.

I think tomorrow I’ll be ready.

Assuming I get just a little more sleep tonight than I did last night.

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Proper Planning

It happens every time we return from a BlogHer conference, but it’s worse after a BlogHer Food conference.

We come home exhausted.

We come home to an almost empty refrigerator.

We come home to a house with no bread.

We come home with no plans for feeding ourselves (or anyone else).

That means we’re starving on the first day home. And nothing sounds good. Looks good. Or looks anything remotely interesting. So, we eat junk food or we eat nothing at all and we do a lot of complaining about the lack of food (Lack of food served to us directly at our seats, food handed to us on trays by nice people, food sitting on tables ready and waiting for us to decide to be hungry as we walk through the house.)

This also means that we come back and order pizza on day one. On day two, we’ll probably order Jimmy Johns. On day three, we might make it to the grocery store but we’ll end up not getting all of the things we might need — and even if we get everything we need, we won’t have the energy or desire to jump back into the normal routine. The BlogHer event letdown is strong and lasts for at least four days but usually closer to six.

By the time we’ve been home a week, we’re probably back to normal — but prior to that, eating (or not eating) is hell.

With BlogHer ’13 coming up quickly, I think I’m going to try a slightly different tact. I’m going to make a meal plan we can stick to. I’m going to shop BEFORE we head into the city for the event. I am going to make darn sure that there is food on hand that we will eat, as soon as we get home. Hell. I think we’ll stop at the Dominick’s on the way home and grab fresh bread, milk, and eggs just to be safe.

None of that will help with the exhaustion or the obvious lack of people bringing food or always having food sitting around just waiting for us to eat — but maybe it will speed up the recovery process by a couple of days? Maybe?

Yea. I ordered pizza. Enough for us to have it tomorrow for breakfast and lunch. It wasn’t satisfying at all. Not at all.

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Now That’s Sexy!

TW: Oh! I ordered soap today.

Me: Huh?

TW: Soap. I ordered soap.

Me: Huh?

TW: Soap. Like to wash with?

Me: Umm I know what soap is but why did you order soap? Where did you order soap?

TW: Haldesoap.

Me: Oh. That makes sense.

TW: It was on sale! And it was the manly scents that were on sale.

Me: OK. Cool.

TW: And we are getting a little low on Haldesoap, believe it or not.

Me: Yes, we are. Which scents did you order?

TW: I don’t know. Those manly holiday ones. Like Pirates Plank and Musk Ox in Heat. Something that sounds sexy.

ME: Musk Ox in Heat?

TW: Yea, something sexy like that.

Me: Musk Ox in Heat does not sound sexy. What in the hell would Musk Ox in Heat even smell like?

TW: I don’t know, one of those manly scents. You know.

Me: I really don’t know. (And I’m thankful for that, sexy or not.)

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I Hate Holidays

I don’t really hate them but then again, I do. They make coming back to work a whole lot more complicated.

No matter how many times I tell myself that today is Tuesday, at some point, I’m going to confuse myself by thinking it’s Monday. Or Wednesday. Or some other day of the week that it’s not.

And this will happen all week long.

What’s worse is I realized this morning that… I did not blog yesterday.

Yea. Sadness.

I’ve blogged every single day, at least once, since mid-October of 2012 — and I didn’t blog yesterday.

I thought I had. Probably because I spent most of yesterday thinking it was Sunday and I knew I had blogged on Sunday.

This is why it’s good to blog holidays — even if everyone else in the damn world is blogging those holidays and nobody really wants to read another post about that holiday from anyone except maybe their adorable grandchildren.

Sigh.

Lesson Learned.

Starting over again now. Blogging EVERY DAY. AGAIN.

May 27 will be the day that lives in my memory forever. (Or for as long as I am able to hold onto my memories.) The day my blogging streak died.

Poop.

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