Let’s skip the paragraph about how long it’s been since I’ve blogged.
It’s was a quiet, yet super busy day in the office.
Morning meetings followed by a judges luncheon.
However, because of the double section last week, I have no press deadline tomorrow.
I almost killed myself last week, but that’s all water under the bridge at this point.
This is day two back at the gym.
I took a three-week hiatus.
My knees can tell.
As can my waistline.
It POURED rain yesterday as I left Cox North.
We all know Springfield is renowned for its water drainage technology.
Long story short, my left shoe got soaked crossing Jefferson.
I really like the gym at Cox North.
It’s not as fancy as the Meyer Center.
But what do I need really?
Some cardio and some weights.
It’s also not as crowded as Meyer.
This way only 5 people see me all sweaty and gross as opposed to 50.
I’m OK with that.
Got some good feedback from the public at work today.
That always makes the day better.
Also, I visited the mayor.
So really, Tuesday success.
I’ve recently become addicted to the caramel macchiato at Starbucks.
Grande iced skinny carmel macchiato with light ice, to be exact.
I have a problem.
I feel like I’m cheating on the MudHouse.
Coffee is a fickle mistress.
My anniversary flowers are stating to pop up.
I sprinkled the seeds April 11.
I’ve got baby sprouts now.
The neighbors cat keeps digging in my garden.
I think he’s the neighbors cat.
Maybe just “the neighborhood cat” would be a better description.
I sprinkled a butt ton of red pepper flakes.
He left it alone.
For about a week.
Mom says moth balls are the trick.
Do they even still sell those?
I’m ready for the iPhone 6 to debut.
The battery life on my 5 is in the crapper.
I charge is at least twice a day now.
For the first time in our lives, we now have our contract timed with the release of new phones.
It’s almost summer.
It was mega hot last week.
I hated it.
Office attire and 90+ degree temps are not friends.
It’s a mild 60s-ish this week.
Adam has taken on a new freelance project.
So far, it’s taken up a couple of his nights.
But, hello goodness.
Send us more.
Spaghetti for dinner.
Because I know Adam likes when I include that info.
Possible garlic bread situation.
You will be happy to know, Adam and I have a moving plan in place.
If all goes well, we should be ready to list our house in about 6 months.
I am BEYOND excited about this news.
As past blogs indicate, this has been a long time coming.
My guy was elected second vice president of the Missouri Ad Manager Association, part of the Missouri Press Association.
This makes me third lady.
You’ve got to start somewhere, Mr. Underwood.
The furbabies are getting fat.
All of them.
The cats eat indoor weight control food.
I’m a poor furmother.
Speaking of which, the girls gave me a pedicure gift certificate for FurMother’s Day.
They said they wanted my paws to look as nice as theirs.
It’s graduation season.
I don’t have to cover a single event.
I’m very OK with that.
SBJ event tomorrow night.
And Thursday night.
And half the nights this summer.
I’ve traded time with newly-minted grads for time with Springfield’s business elite.
I’ve OK with that too.
I have four-half empty water bottles on my desk.
No matter how hard I try, I will never be a runner.
I just don’t like it.
People love it.
It looks so calm.
It’s just not my thang.
They opened a new Chinese place by our house.
This could be good.
Depending on my point of view that day.
This coffee should carry me through the gym.
I’ve started watching Angel on the iPad while running/walking/gliding.
Buffy was a good show and David Boreanaz is hot.
I don’t see the point in snapchat.
He likes caramel macchiatos too.
If he drank them that is.
Which he doesn’t.
Because he’s a dog.