Way to go, Jamocha

"You know, a drink can be both a drink and a dessert at the same time. Take the Arby's Jamocha Shake. Between bites it's a drink. After the meal, or on it's own, it's a dessert."

Who knew?

I have to give a thumbs up to Arby's new corned beef ruben sandwich. I gave it a try at lunch today - very satisfying. I had some reservations about the bread getting soggy, but it wasn't bad (although the bread was a little soggy). The meat was very tender. All in all, I would recommend it.

I have a case of the Tuesday afternoon blahs. I have been working very hard all day, and have gotten a lot accomplished, but it is 4:15 and I am tired. I don't want to think any more, so I need to find a non-thinking task to do for the next 45 minutes. Thus the blog.

So, my younger sister is searching for her first summer job. Ha! Summer's Summer Job. Gotta love that name! I remember my first summer job - cashier at Hardee's. Yes, I know, it is a glamerous job, but it was hard work, too. I was not just lobby cashier, I was drive-thru cashier. Yeah, I know! The biggest downside of that job (and it lasted me each summer from the age of 16 into third year of college) was smelling like stale grease all of the time. Even when I wasn't working. Phew! I wish I could get a summer job now. What would I do? Landscaping. Get a great tan, gain some muscles, and make the earth more beautiful. That would be the gig for me.

Sun-ny days ...

So, I have been at work for about an hour and a half (it's after noon), and I am seriously trying to think what ails me so I can go home. I have no motivation to stay at work, in the climate controled environment looking out my window at the warm sunny day. That is torture. I truly believe that one should not be forced to work on days so nice as this one. It has to be bad for your health. Plus, I am not going to be very productive. I just know it. Maybe I'll leave, run some errands and work a few hours tomorrow. No, that's stupid, tomorrow is the weekend. Five more hours. I can do this.

Oh, I was late for work today because I was waiting for the wood for our porch floor to be delivered. They were running slightly behind. But, alas, we have 63 1 x 4 x 16'-0" pieces of tounge and groove pine decking sitting in our garage waiting to be stained. Next weekend (hopefully) we will have a new porch floor. That will be nice. We are looking kind of ghetto.

Ho hum. Maybe I will go get some lunch. Yeah, that's it, I need some lunch. AARRRGGGHHH the torture of being an adult!!!!!!

A Friend Is A Present You Give Yourself

Not if they are two-faced and only out for what is best for them.

Okay, I am a little perterbed at a situation. I have shared my views with my husband and he feels the same, so it is not a thing of me mispercieving actions of another. Our neighbor used to be best friends with us. We would have "Soup Sunday" every week, where we would alternate cooking dinner for each other. We would hang out, do things together, borrow stuff from each other. Great friend. We could talk openly with one another and you knew she could be depended on. For some reason that has changed over the last few months. Well, not for some reason, I think we have been replaced. It feels now that we are second choice. We are good if she has nothing better to do. I thought, well, maybe it's all in my head, so I have gone out of my way to do things for her to let her know that she is important in our lives. This past weekend was her birthday. I threw her a party and invited half a dozen of her friends. We spent over $200 on food and we gave her a "certificate" for 36 hours of kid free time. I think she said thank you once. It used to be we would hug when we left, etc. Nothing. So, now I'm thinking, why bother. I just don't get it. I am finding more and more people in this world who really don't care about the other person. It is making me sick. I find that I don't have many (if any) close friends. I don't really trust anyone anymore. I am glad I have my husband and family.

So, is this just me, or do others find the same thing? Maybe I expect too much from my friends. I know that with a true friend, I want to make them feel like the most important person. I just don't find that I get the same in return. And, I don't do things for what I may get in return, but it would be nice to be reciprocated occasionally. Blah.

Nuthin

I am busy and have nothing new to report.

Whew!

Let me say that I am not a masochist.

Today started off well enough. I had to go to a job site with my boss at 8:00. He would drive right by my house on the way to the site, so I suggested that he just pick me up, and then I would walk home after work - eliminating the need to drive a car. So, he pulls up in our driveway at 7:50 in his yellow convertible Corvette. I have never been a Vet fan, but I have to say it was fun zipping around in it.

The morning went okay. Busy. At lunch I changed and went outside to stretch before I ran my 2.5 miles. (I had a lunch meeting yesterday, so I missed the scheduled Wednesday run.)

*side note, my cursor keeps skipping around, so I am typing along and then I notice that half of my sentence is in the middle of a sentence five lines ago. Irritating.*

Anyway, as I finished my stretching, my boss (same one with a Corvette) came out to run. A little background: he is a triathelete and a marathon runner. My husband trained with him a couple of years ago for his marathon. I am a novice runner. 2.5 miles is stretching it for me. So, he says "how far are you going" and I say "2 - 2.5 miles". To which he says, "I'll run with you, let's run to the park". I am not a wimp, and I am especially not going to look like a wimp in front of him. So, we take off. He is 6'-0"+ I am 5'-6". Our strides are not the same. Unbeknownst to me, I am running a little faster than I usually do by myself. Again, not a wimp. So we go. We get to the park and I need to stop for water. I really didn't do that good of a job hydrating or fueling this morning. On the way back my pace starts to slow - a lot. I am also having a tough time breathing. So, I push myself back to the main road we cross. Luckily it was pretty busy, so I had to stop and rest. He went on to do another 100 miles, and I went back to the office. Which, I am proud to say that after he left, I pushed myself to continue running the .75 miles left.

Later that afternoon I went to ask him what kind of pace we were running. We started off at an 8:00 - 8:30 minute mile!!!! I run at 10:00 mile, and it's pushing it. What was I thinking???!!!!?!!?!

Needless to say, I was exhausted for the rest of the afternoon. Then, I go and do my Thursday night weights after work. I am getting ready to go plant myself on the couch for the remainder of the evening.

Vrrooom

I find myself coveting a Vespa. I do not need a Vespa. We live 0.6 miles from where I work, so I can either walk or ride my bicycle to work. We only get groceries once a week, so the car is needed for that. I don't run errands. But, owning a Vespa would be soooo cool! I want an orange one. That would be awesome!

*sigh*

Today the temperature is going to be near 90. Perfect day for getting a little sun. But, no, I am a responsible adult and will stay inside doing my work in an air conditioned space and just be satisfied with gazing out the window at the beautiful warm day. Blah. Who am I kidding. This sucks. I should become a teacher so I can have the summers off. Who needs money?

Well, back to sizing gutters and downspouts. I know you are all soooo jealous!

Monday, Monday

It is a bad sign when you start the week off tired. Not good at all.

It's kind of funny that I have recently reached the point with my sisters (well, at least one of them), where they are asking for advice. I have now moved from the nosey, pushy big sister to the older, wiser big sister. I appreciate the change in outlook. I never intended to be the nosey, pushy big sister. That's no fun. However, it took them a while to realize 8/12 years is a lot of experience. I guess it is just now becoming pertinent. Take for example boys. I am now being asked for advice on boys. Even though it has been a while since I was on the dating scene (7-10 years)I still can reach back and advise from my experience. I feel that I am getting good practice for when I have kids.

I am starting week two of my workout routine. I have to say that I am addicted. Not to a dangerous point, but I am feeling the endorphins. I am up to 2-2.5 miles running. It was pretty hot today, so that made it a little painful. I look forward to my light weightlifting days. Oh, and get this! I weighed myself Sunday.

Let me preface this statement with I weighed 100 pounds throughout my 20's, and I come from the smallest family in the world.

So, I weigh myself, and I weighed 118!!!! I couldn't believe it. Not that I have a warped view of myself. 118 is probably a healthy weight, especially if I can reduce some of the body fat I have accumulated with that 18 pound gain. But, to be 100 pounds for so long, 118 is just shocking.

Well, that was strange. I just got a call on my cell phone from my husband. I hear him in the background, but I also hear this lady talking about antibiotics. Weird!!!!

What a creative three are we!

I think it is kind of interesting how the three Burdette sisters went into very different, yet all very creative fields. I'm an architect (in 4 tests), thing 1 is a writer and thing 2 is a musician. We all played musical instruments. Yet, we all were also pretty good at math. Hmmmm. Aren't we just perfect. Ha ha ha!

I get a little jealous of the two sisters. My job can be so real and boring at times. I mean, yeah, there are a lot of days where I spend all day drawing and coloring. You really can't beat that. But then there are the majority of the days where I have to deal with getting the buildings built. Managing all of the engineers, making sure everyone is coordinated, managing the contractors. ARRRGGGGHHHH! I just want to do drarwings. But, my name isn't Simon.

I need to start painting more. That way, I can get my creativity out and not worry about budget, or clients. Blah. It would be really cool if I could get a welder and get back into metal sculpture. I love welding! Bending and cutting steel. What power.

I ran 2.5 miles today. Yeah!!!!

Well, it's Friday, it's 4:56 and I am finishing my beer. It is about time to blow this popsicle stand.

Yeah!! It's Thursday!!

I am not REALLY excited that it's Thursday. I just need to be excited, so I thought a little self-motivation would do the trick. It didn't really. It has just been one of those weeks. Nothing especially bad has happened, but it hasn't been a motivated week - just kind of blah. I have a project going out Monday, so I have been busy with that. I have also been exercising. Yeah me!!!

I now go Tuesday and Thursday to lift weights and run on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. Watch out, I am going to be a force to be reckoned with. Of course, dear hubbie thought it was "cute" to see me "with my little arms" lifting weights. I call that making fun of me. He assures me he's not. I don't buy it. That's fine. I'll be able to take him soon. Ha!Ha!

I'm thinking of painting our spare bathroom red this weekend. We have a bunch of red paint left over from our molding, so I might as well put it somewhere. Maybe I'll paint the cheap tv stand red, and the stool ...

So my dad is officially retiring. I think this is now the perfect time for him to let me design him a small cabin. Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge.

Well, since this week was so blah, I don't have anything else to say. I will go back to my lunch of a turkey sandwich, doritos (yuuuummmmm), oreos, yogurt and water.