A Little ♥ and Soul

So, tomorrow I'm starting the Couch to 5k running program. I don't know if I'm crazy for wanting to be a runner - or at least be fit enough to be able to run. I guess that's my motivation: being fit enough to be able to run. You know, just in case there's a zombie apocalypse or something that requires running away from brain sucking creatures.  I hate running. In high school when we did the fitness testing, I dreaded going to school the day of the mile because I knew that I wouldn't do well. But now that I'm not being tested or measured against other kids. Now that I'm actually choosing to run, I'm hoping that I'll stick with the program. It's nine weeks and it's supposed to get you to the point where you could run a 5k - obviously. There's also a 10k version and a full on marathon version. I don't think I'd be motivated enough to run a full marathon, but a 5k and 10k would be something for me to shoot for.  What I lo...

So, I'm leaving for Shiprock, New Mexico in about 6 hours and 55 minutes. I just checked what the weather would be like when we arrive. Ninety two degrees...92! That's hot. Given the fact that Shiprock is not an especially tree-lined place, I may have to bring sunscreen. eesh... The last time I was in Shiprock was 8 years ago. My life wasn't as complicated back then and I was young. A mere 24-years old. Oh wow...I suddenly feel old.  Anyhow, I'm going with a friend who has to attend the funeral of a family member and I'm getting a little stir-crazy. So, I figured a short trip might bring me back some perspective and motivation to find a job. Going to the rez always does that for me. 

I've been in Utah for about a week and half now. I have this gut feeling that I need to call my dad to let him know I'm here. Considering I was going to stay with him. But things have changed. Apparently. Everything has. I wish I could say that I have a job right now, but I don't.  Although, I did have a job interview this afternoon. I have never, in my life,  have had a job interview on a Saturday afternoon. I don't really know how it went. There was a girl who was being interviewed right before I got there. Totally cute and peppy and I couldn't help but think, "She's totally going to get the job. Here I am, sitting in at a smoothie bar/sandwich shop, pretty much overqualified. But I need a job, so stay. Don't leave..." Yep, I had that conversation with myself about twice while I sat there waiting for her interview to finish. Apparently, she showed up half an hour early, thus, pushing my interview back about 15 minutes. It was annoy...

It's late and I should have been in bed like an hour ago considering I have to be awake, showered and dressed and out the door by 7:40 AM. But you know what, I'm not and I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this decision sometime around lunch time. ugh... Anyhow, in the few hours that I've been home, I've been thinking about what exactly I'm going to do when I move back to Utah. It's kind of scary to think about because my semi-solidified plans are not so solid anymore. Which brought me to think, why am I moving anyway? Why move when my boss likes me and I like my co-workers? Why move when I'm due for another raise in a month? Seriously, my thought process is enough to push me into a psychotic break. Okay, maybe not, but it just baffles me a little bit. I could have found roommates to replace the ones I was losing. I could have moved out into a cheaper place with new roommates. But when I told a few people that I was coming back a month ago, thi...

I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to my day off tomorrow. Seriously, though. Even if I've only worked 3 days this week so far, I am so tired of dealing with customers and co-workers and just people in general. I need to sleep and be myself for a few hours.  The friend I'm staying with this week is so kind and sweet. She has been treating me pretty much as one of her children, which I totally love. She's cooked dinner pretty much every night since I've been here and every morning I've gone into work, she makes sure that I've at least taken a banana and a slice of homemade wheat bread with homemade jam for breakfast. It has been bliss. I don't know how I'm going to survive staying with my co-worker for the last 2 and half weeks of my time here in Oregon. I'm glad that I have both women in my life. They just have two completely different ways of life.  But I'm ready to go home.  Weird. Utah = home now. Home is where th...

Oh, Bonnie Raitt, I love you.  Anyway. I am sitting in my temporary bedroom right now. And let me tell you, after sleeping on an air bed for the past 7 months, it feels so completely AMAZING to be sleeping on a real bed. Completely and utterly amazing. I got the most restful sleep last night of my whole stay here in Oregon. Amazingly enough, I got up after eight hours of sleep without wanting to pick up a coffee or energy drinking habit. I felt wonderful! Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but I did sleep really well last night and my body wasn't hating me today at work. So I call this real bed sleeping thing a total success.  Also, in the past 24 hours, I've come to know how much I've missed not having a kitchen table and someone to talk to over a bowl of stew and bread and homemade jam without the television blaring in the background. It reminded me of my mom. Which makes me smile and want to cry at the same time. It feels so nice to be sitting ...

Dear Life, I guess I shouldn't have been so hard on you the other night. Things worked out and I'm thankful that you took mercy on my pitiful situation to let me slide a little. I'm thankful that you were able to put the right people into my path. I seriously thought that I was going to have to haul a ton of stuff to Goodwill, but now I don't. Ends up people needed my stuff and are coming to pick it up. Thank goodness for Freecycle. I'd be in a definite pickle without their service available to the masses via internet. So thanks. Now, I just need a place to live for 3 and half weeks and I'll be golden. Wanna help a sister out with that?? Please? K, thanks. Joyce