by Juls
What did she say?
It was something like, “…we give good masthead.”
I can’t say that I have ever been the recipient of such service.
I am so excited.
Now, if you are feeling a little bit lost, and worrying about little Julie (Tom’s “sweetness and light”), don’t worry. Simply click on the first sentence in this post. It is a hyperlink that will connect you to Runner Susan’s blog and the post that explains it all.
It’s not exactly like winning a beauty contest, but I’m a winner just the same.
by Juls
My enthusiasm for YaYa’s baseball game was lacking. I wasn’t the only one. Huddled in the last bit of shade, we all grumbled throughout the 2-1/2 hour game. It was HOT. Thankfully, our little players did not catch our lack of enthusiasm; they kicked some tooshie. What’s more, YaYa got the game ball for, none other than, having enthusiasm and hustling.
Today it was my turn to have enthusiasm and hustle. I rose from my bed a few minutes after 6:00 am and began to dress for my long run. It was going to be another hot day, so I could not afford to sleep in. The boys were forewarned that I would be out. I pulled the shades down in their rooms with the hopes that they would sleep late.
Downstairs, I struggled to find my fuelbelt. I settled for my camelbak (which I cannot tell if it leaks or if it just causes my back to sweat a lot). Today was primitive due to a lack of preparations. I packed water and GU, then I was out the door with a PB & J sandwich. I even skipped my cup of coffee in the interest of saving time and preserving my hydration status.
The run itself consisted of 16 lonely miles. I ran along a trail that I frequently spend my Sunday mornings at, but today was a little different. One by one, I cheerfully waved at other runners, cyclists and walkers. In return, I got blank stares, glares, and a handful of half-hearted waves back. It was pitiful. I guess that I wasn’t the only one who skipped coffee today.
*Enthusiasm* people.
Where is the enthusiasm?!
by Juls
Yesterday was “Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day.” It would have been easy to blow off my six mile run and just kick back in the cafeteria with YaYa during the lunch break. That was not what happened.
Upon the first of three sessions letting out, YaYa and I quickly returned to my office to change our clothes. We grabbed YaYa’s bike, helmet and my running gear. We headed outside for my run.
Unfortunately, garminia was unhappy with being rushed. She refused to locate the satellites and, therefore, never reported a pace. Even though I was pretty certain that I was running too fast, I did not slow. I was not confident that YaYa would have enough time to eat a good lunch; he’s a slow eater. My final calculations confirmed that I did run way over pace. But YaYa did have plenty of time to eat.
Today was a different story. With a short, 4 mile run, I didn’t manage to get it done. I had left my workout bag here at work, had packed up clean running clothes last night, and had put my running shoes in the van this morning. The only issue was that my bag of clean running clothes are still at home. *sigh* At least it is Friday.
by Juls
I really hadn’t paid much attention to our bank statements in the past; Tom did that. In the late hours of the night, as I was spending more time bonding with, I mean “learning,” Quicken I discovered a new charge from the gym.
I was pissed – as we evident from my post. This morning, I thought of deleting my ranting post, but then I changed my mind. Yes, I was still mad.
Unfortunately, the kids got a piece of my anger this morning. They weren’t guilty of anything but being tired. So everything happened at s-l-o-w speed, when it needed to happen at FAST speed. When I finally arrived at work, I reached for the phone to attempt to direct my anger at a more appropriate victim.
by Juls
Warning: This is another rant.
I don’t understand why it is so difficult to get through to some people or companies.
It took several phone calls, using my angry voice, trying to explain to America Online that a dead person does NOT need to have an email account. Furthermore, my husband cannot sign onto the account in order to cancel it because he is, in fact, d-e-a-d.
Now I have noted that Gold’s gym has charged another month for membership. Instead of charging the credit card, they charged Tom’s bank account. Apparently, the credit card company *did* get the message after my last conversation with them. But the gym must not understand what “deceased” and “cancel” mean. Why else would they charge a dead guy for a gym membership?
It is such a waste of time to go back to everyone and repeat myself. It isn’t fun and I’m getting tired out from it all. There is so much more that I need to be doing with my time.