It's Friday Night

God I'm bored.

I've tried reading. Watching TV. Writing. Nothing helps.

Some days you just can't help but feel listless.

Tonight is one of them.

...Like Muscle Being Torn From the Bone

It's the only way to describe my incredible muscle soreness.

I have to use my hands to cross my legs. And my triceps feel like they're separating from the tendons and about to slide down into my hand. Not to mention my upper back, pecs and deltoids.

Those chin-ups Sunday morning weren't such a good idea. Neither was soccer practice.

Ouch.

Saturday Morning Mud Fun

The mud turned my new red soccer shoes honest this morning.

At one point it started to snow... Damn we're hard-core. Though I'm less hard-core because whenever I would kick the ball my toe rings felt like they were slicing off my toes. I think I'm gonna have to take them off next time. But I never take them off, so I'm sure I'll forget.

It was my first experience kicking a soccer ball since high school gym class. And it was damn fun. Mud. Snow. Cold. Running.

And I even fell once, too... Very fun!

CiN Weekly - Not Just A Hobby

A few weeks ago at dance class, Jane brought in a CiN Weekly to show the other girls my picture. I wasn't there that week, but she was telling me about the next week.

"I told them you were really a reporter spy and was going to write about our class," she said.

And then she a few of the other girls started laughing and making jokes about what an uninteresting story it would be.

Then Jane said: "I don't really pick up Cincinnati Weekly that much, but when I saw you picture I thought 'Hey, I know her.' That must be a lot of fun. How often do write for them?"

I told her I write for CiN full time.

"Really," she said, confused and surprised. "What do you really do? I thought you did something else."

"No, that's all I do. I work there full-time. It's my job," I said.

Then another girl chimed in: "Really? So what do you do there?"

I told them I'm a writer for CiN and that it's published by the Enquirer, and before writing for CiN I wrote for Tempo. This seemed to give me some legitimacy, though I suspect they still see my "job" as more of a glorified hobby.

Yes, people: CiN Weekly - Not just a hobby, a real job.

Back In Order

Though you can't tell it from this picture, my apartment has finally been put back together.

Last Sunday I woke up at 5:20 a.m. to what sounded like a combine moving down the Ohio River. The sky was eerie gray and the rain was coming down so hard I just sat in bed and stared at it. A few minutes later, my apartment sprang about ten leaks.

After being displaced for several days because of the wet carpet and mildewy smell, I finally came back home Thursday after new carpet was installed. (And fabulous new carpet it is. It's plush and soft and is an absolute delight to walk on barefoot, as opposed to the other indoor-outdoor crap that was in here before.)

But when I came home my shoes were piled in a huge heap in the bathroom, my books were on top of the divider (see photo) that separates my studio apartment into a living area and bedroom area, and anything that wasn't furniture and didn't weight 8 pounds or more was in the kitchen, bathroom or on top of the divider.

So I spend the weekend basically moving back in.

I must say, it's never been better in here.

The View From Here

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Bridesmaid-Zilla

In my bridesmaid debut, I will be wearing this halter dress in palm beach coral.

Pretty hot, huh?

I love it. Of course, I picked it out. (With Jen's approval.) And we thought the color would be bright and fun for her August wedding.

In my first "assignment" as bridesmaid, I was asked to call David's Bridal to find out how long it will take to get the dress. Whew! Jen is such a Bride-Zilla!

What I really want is a project that will allow me to use a glue gun. That's when the real bridesmaid fun will begin.

Full Disclosure

Like it says on my little bio here, quitting hobbies is kind of my hobby.

I'll admit, I've been conveniently mum about my pastimes lately.

So it's not like I need to mention it, because I assume it's pretty obvious, but that little flirtation into knitting... Yeah, I'm over that. I knitted a scarf, gave it to mom my and that's that. No more knitting for me.

Of course, in my zeal to embrace the hobby, I bought a knitting book (yet to have the spine cracked), four rolls of yarn and some bamboo knitting needles. All still in the package. (Maybe I'll have a yard sale.)

And my decision to become "addicted" to running, well, that didn't quite pan out either. I think I ran three times. But hey, I was reallly on a roll there for those three days! But that was about two months ago.

While I'm add it here, I might mention I've all but dialed the numbers to tell my dance teacher I'm quitting, but I went tonight after a three week hiatus, just to make sure I was over it. I love it when I'm there, it's just knowing it's on my agenda that makes me want to quit it. But so far, I'm still in.

I have, in my defense, kept up with writing in the daily journal I started January 1. That's 61 days of dilligence. Quite possibly a new record!