Where to start...
I know (know, know, know) that due to my delicate stomach I should not drink wine while I eat red meat. In my tipsy bliss last night I happily noted the burger and Merlot. So, S got home about 1:45 am last night and when I woke up (b/c our back door is not working and it is VERY hard (thus can be very loud) to get the key to work) to let him in I felt SO sick! SO, I managed to get sick about 45 minutes later, drink a Sprite, watch HGTV and went back to sleep around 3:30.
Woke up around 9:00 to Koz rambunctiously licking my face. Still not feeling great. Fed him and decided to go for a run hopping that would make me feel better (sweat it out, right?)...ate a banana before I left. I then decided to do 5 minute intervals...running as fast as I can for 5 minutes and walking 5 minutes. The first 10 minutes were OK...2 and a half minutes into the second run the banana revisited me. SO...I decided to change my strategy and just take a nice walk home.
#3 - the good one
Got home, made coffee, showered, ate a Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop Tart - LOVE, Love, love - and caught up with S. Then I headed to my High School to coach the alumni team against the varsity. I say coach lightly, it was my job to make sure that no one passed out before I got them a sub. And "my" team WON! It was the first time in a while that the "veterans" have won and I had SO (so, so, so) much fun seeing my guys. I really miss coaching!
Still don't feel great...the chicken and red pepper quesidillia I made when I got home from the game is not sitting very well!
In addition to not being able to get into our house, S discovered that the plumbing under the kitchen sink is leaking! This stresses me b/c I FEEL like the guy who put it in should fix it for free (he put it in four months ago!), but I don't know if that is right and furthermore, I know that regardless of how I feel, I will probably not have the balls to express myself.
So, I am now sitting here, frustrated about my bad "run," worrying too much about the sink, and still not feeling great. I think I am going to eat an English Muffin, reflect on the good parts of my day, read my (NEW, yea!) Lucky magazine and go to bed!
(Momma...I HOPE you find your HOPE!)
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?
(Corinne Bailey Rae)