 Monday Miscellany |
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Another Monday! The weekend flew by. On Friday night, I got together with Maryelizabeth and a high school friend who was in town. We went out for Thai food and went to a bar and hung out for a little while. It was a serene girls night out. I woke up on Saturday morning and headed out to a friend's child's birthday party. The best part was playing with Maryelizabeth's child, who momentarily eschewed all of the bells and whistles of the party to lie on her stomach in the neighbor's carport and announce, "I'm playing!" From the party, I went to hear my mom give a talk at a women's retreat, which was outstanding. Just really beautiful. I wept several times, and I heard sniffles all around me throughout the hour. She had it all hooked up with song clips and movie clips and shared some really personal and lovely thoughts. She talked about some friends of our family who recently lost their husband/dad and went above and beyond in their volunteering efforts after the hurricane and how she witnessed their veil of sadness starting to lift during that time of service and how it was helping their hearts to mend. She talked about how we have to listen and love and serve. It was moving to be sure. I was very proud of her. She looked gorgeous and it was obvious how much everyone there looked up to her. My mom makes me want to be a better person. I left the retreat and headed to the big city to hang with my boyfriend. We sat outside on the patio of a sushi restaurant and enjoyed some rolls and gyoza and headed home to play a game of Scrabble and watch this abysmal game of woe. I got creamed in Scrabble and whined that I am never playing again because losing all the time makes me feel bad about myself. Looking back, I think the loss of the basketball game was just getting to me because I thought about my siblings being there with their hearts breaking and my pathetic Scrabble score just rubbed salt in the proverbial wound. I am gearing up to be victorious once again. I think I play better during the day because at night my brain just starts to shut down. On Sunday, we ate at our favorite brunch spot and again enjoyed sitting outside even though the usually perfect grits were sadly lumpy and shortly thereafter I headed back to attend Maryelizabeth's sister's bridal shower, where I entertained myself by convincing her daughter to climb into a giant gift bag. I think the bride was excited about the coffee maker from Shelley and me, so that was a good thing. I didn't get home until late afternoon, which meant I missed the reading where I was hoping to see Toni and Jette. I watched The West Wing last night. When did Donna turn into such a sexpot? I don't mean the fact that she and Josh sexed it up. I mean in her physical appearance. Her hair, makeup, clothes are way different from the way they were when I used to watch this show. She looked great, she just looked way more glamorous than I've ever pictured Donna. And so I embark on yet another Monday quest to get healthier. I am still kind of traumatized by seeing myself in the full-length mirrors at the outlet mall recently, so I'm all stocked up on healthy food and am prepared to exercise even though I have some kind of insane mental block against it. I don't have the best track record of sticking with any kind of exercise, especially in the last couple of years, but all I can do is try again. My body is actually grossing me out right now, and I hate that feeling. So, here's something personal and strange that I'm now going to write about. I wake up multiple times every night. To the point where I have actually started taking medication for it. This is kind of embarrassing to admit as I am not 95 years old. The medication doesn't really seem to be working, though, and it's hella expensive. I'm not ready to give up on it yet, but I am going to institute a no eating after 7:00 rule. I cut my liquid intake way earlier than that, almost always, but liquid intake seems to makes no difference as far as the frequency factor once I go to bed, even if I drink nothing after like 2:00 or 3:00 in the afternoon, and that just makes me miserably thirsty. I figure that snacks eaten at night have to be metabolized, too, so maybe strictly cutting back on the snacks as well will help. If it continues, I think I'm going to see a urologist, because there's no point in taking this damn thyroid medication in the attempt to have more energy if my sleep is interrupted every single night at least twice so I can make a bladder beeline for the ladies'. I guess I thought everyone woke up all the time to make peeps, but a very scientific survey of a few friends found that almost none of them wake up for this reason. Like, ever. And then I talked to my new doctor about it, who said, "Nope. Not normal." So, it's just a quest I am on to sleep through the night. The eternal damn quest.
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