jeopardy online tests are this week.
last year i got 40/50 right and i still didn’t get a callback.
i’ll be taking the test tomorrow (for the 9th year in a row)
my running plan is in place
i spent a solid hour making a training schedule and as it stands i am on pace to do the half marathon in time. a small victory for a couch potato like me.
registered as well.
one of the hardest things post breakup—and this is especially true after longer relationships—is when you realize that chances are you’ve not only lost a lover, but a best friend.
the latter is definitely more difficult on me than the former.
I find myself guilty of sharing interesting things that happen to me, or funny things, or really anything that might be worth sharing, with my closest friends. Except nowadays i have to catch myself when I start a text to my now distant ex, because chances are that these things do not interest or concern her in the least.
to this day i still send “hi how are you” or “hope you’re well” or “are you feeling better” messages, not for any selfish reasons, but mainly just out of habit. i forget that as time goes on and the time apart starts getting closer to the time spent together that our lives are actually moving further away.
It’s a sobering reality that I hate to come to terms with, but it is still something that must be acknowledged and i seem to be doing a poor job with it.
and for the record, she will probably read this. and if you do- sorry for being bad at all that i just stated above.
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it’s probably why i’ve focused so much of my new year efforts on diet and exercise and healthier living. lose a friend? become better friends with yourself! yeaaaaaaah!
i’ve registered for a 5k, 2 half marathons and a triathlon this year. I’ve been wanting to do this forever, and what better time than now?
mondays make great days off
i slept in (9:00 am!!!!)
i went to coffee table for a nice breakfast
went on a bike ride (about 10 miles)
took finn on a hike and followed it up with dog park (he is now asleep)
soon i’ll be visiting my dad to watch alabama hopefully stomp lsu
ending my day celebrating somebody i hardly know’s birthday somewhere cause im a good friend.
“we could get more bread later in the day, but it’s not as good as the fresh-baked bread in the morning” sounds about right.
(Source: loveclaire, via toffer)
i love my dog. he is my world
he has been my best friend and sole companion through the last 6 or so turbulent months of my life. However I sometimes cannot stand owning a dog. living alone, working a lot and trying to have a personal life don’t really mesh when it comes to owning an animal. add that to the near $2000 dollars worth of stuff he has somehow managed to chew up in my absence and i get frustrated.
i’d never get rid of my boy but god damned if i wish i could just ship him away for a month. like puppy boarding school so i can actually enjoy myself and be worry free, even if only for a short period of time.
my dog celebrates getting a “good dog” treat by pissing on my sheets.
well played, pup. well played.
