Chicago Chick

Weekend Warrior

I have sorely been neglecting this blog and other things as well.  I haven't been to the gym in weeks - mainly because I've been sick on and off - but come tomorrow I am on a mission to get things back in gear.  I had a good routine going where I would work out in the monring 3 times a week and then twice in the evenings.  I'm hoping that that I can get back on that type of schedule.

Then there is the upkeep of my blog which I seem to be able to do only on the weekends and on the days where there is a day off.  Shees - what has happened?  How did things fall apart so quickly?

Like Pavlov's Dog

I went into work today even though the office was closed.  Why would I do such a crazy thing?  Well, because the boys didn't have school today and if I stick around during a 3 day weekend, it throws their schedule off.  Or, that's what David says.  Who am I to question the man who runs my sons' schedule?

So today I am at work and nobody else is, but it's okay because I am getting a tremendous amount of work done in record time.  So much so that I can stop and write a journal entry - imagine that!  The only thing that seems to interrupt me is my Blacberry because it goes "ding" when I have a message.

There was a time that the "ding" meant something to me, but now the noise has taken in new meaning.  The meaning is that it - the noise - is meaningless.  The messages that I'm getting through my Blackberry are no longer important, but at one time they seemed to mean everything.  

The point is that the "ding" which used to mean something, no longer does.  But, I've been so trained to listen to the "ding" that for a moment my heart jumps; then my heart sinks a little because I remember that the noise signifies something that used to be.  It's like I've become Pavlov's Dog.  I know that I've been trained to assign meaning to that infernal "ding" but it's been MONTHS since that noise has lost its meaning and I'm wondering how long it will take until that noise is - well - just a noise.  Nothing more and nothing less.

Blah!

I.  AM.  SO.  ANOYED!!!!  I'm not entirely sure why I'm annoyed.  Probably because I haven't been to the gym in like forever.  Probably because things at work are so busy and I'm woking on something that seems so impossible and crazy.  I'm sure that there are a zillion reasons for why and it really doesn't matter.  What matters is that I need to figure out how to make things more manageable.

Slimy and Gunky

I cannot seem to shake this cold or whatever it is.  The part that stinks on ice is that I get sick in time for the weekend so I'm hacking and coughing through a perfectly good weekend.  Last weekend I wasn't sick, but I spent Sunday doing our taxes.  But now, I'm sick - sick as in slime and gunk in my lungs sick.

Seriously, it's something out of the movie, Ghostbusters.  Over the counter stuff isn't working and it's only been an hour or so where I've started to feel better.  By feeling better I mean being able to stand up without feeling like I was going to keel over.  I doubt that I'm going to be feeling much better tomorrow, but there are meetings to run and projects to manage.

Just as I wrote that I thought to myself, "I am crazy!"  If I'm not feeling well tomorrow morning, I sure as h-e-double hockey sticks am not going to work tomorrow.  The place won't fall down if I'm NOT there - on the contrary, it may be a good thing that I'm not there to wreak havoc.

People Who . . .

take up too much room on the train because their bag needs their own seat just SUCK EGGS!!!

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Riding an Anxiety Wave

Every once in a while, I feel like life just picks me up and tosses me around.  I've never surfed in my life, but when the anxiety wave gets me I can only imagine that it's the same as surfing and getting tossed in the water.  I'm not sure why I even feel anxious in the first place, but I know enough to just ride it out.  Eventually the anxiety goes away - or something comes along to distract me.  I'm thinking it's more the later because when I'm not busy is often the time that I feel anxious.  * sigh *