After reading that some of my favorite bloggers compose the majority of their posts on Sunday night, I sat down last night and tried to at least compose today's post. But nothing came. I typed out a couple sentences about how awesome the past few weekends have been, and summarily backspaced them out of the water.
Today? I think I'm composing a little better.
Maybe it's because basketball is no longer on tv (not that it was taking up much room on mine).
Maybe it's because my brain's just no longer on vacation.
…
Who am I kidding, maybe it still is.
My neighbors came over Friday night and we grilled out and hung out and it was all good fun – bacon and brown sugar-wrapped shrimp, macaroni salad and broccoli salad and crab cakes. I like them more, the more we hang out with them- they're crazy and funny and a little strange, but in a good way and I'm pretty sure they'd agree to my assessment.
Saturday I dragged myself to yoga, which wasn't nearly as fulfilling or good as M/W, even though it was the same instructor and the same heat and even some of the same crowd. I just don’t seem to work out as good in the mornings – I'm tight and easily overheated and irritable. I can't run for shit in the mornings either – a fact that does not bode well for my timed-running aspirations. But I did find out that the only difference between beginner's Hot yoga (which I did last week) and regular Hot yoga is the temperature, by 10 degrees, so I'm manning up and trying the regular class today. Yikes! We didn't do much of anything else on Saturday during the day except that I picked up a couple of pairs of shorts at Old Navy, and then at night we went to Outback to celebrate my FIL's birthday. Yo, that was the best salmon I've had in years (even making it myself). I'm pretty sure they may have drenched it in butter after pan-searing it, but I don't even care. I wanted so much more, it was so fabulous. I'm pretty sure I've never ordered anything else but the Outback Special ever except maybe the occasional Alice Springs chicken and I was obviously going for something a little healthier. Oh Lord, was that a good fish. And probably not healthier, but whatevs. It was worth it. We brought the party back to our place after dinner and had coffee and pie on the deck and it was good fun.
Sunday … did we do anything on Sunday? I'm pretty sure we didn't leave the house. Watched movies (Valentine's Day, It's Kind of a Funny Story, part of Zombieland) and tried to lay out and read (The Passage, book club) but it was hotter than the devil's backside so that was a giant fail. We played soccer/keep away with Spencer until Hubs hit the ball over the fence and I went pawing through the jungle that is our easement. Also a giant fail. Spencer took a three-hour nap and I got a nap too – giant success! I got my neighbor to run with me last night too – I did 1.2 miles before circling around to pick her up, and then we did a walk/run combo for 3 more miles because she doesn't quite have the stamina to keep going yet.
I think that is the extent of my weekend wrap-up. I'm finding the less I actually DO on the weekend, the more it feels like a mini-vacation. Not that I'm ever actually excited to leave my family and go back to work, it's nicer to do so when I feel like I've gotten time in with them. Till TOT tomorrow (and woohoo on the alliteration!)
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I like The Passage, but it was feeling long, even without page numbers. I took a peek at Amazon and saw it was 800 pages in paperback, so that's probably the reason. I'm enjoying the book, but I think it could have been three separate books. :) I must be reading too many YA short and quick books lately.
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