Balancing

I reconciled quickbooks all by my little ol' self today!!  No help!  And it BALANCED!!!! 

There were moments of insecurity, of course.  Moments of questioning my intelligence. 

Moments of cursing my youthful disregard of all things accounting when I was younger and in school.

I doubted.  I even got a little choked up once.



 But ultimately, I prevailed!! 

And now I am done with that.  For the day.



I have a talk tonight at meeting.  I will feel much better tonight when it is done.  But still glad to have had one.

This weekend we are going camping. We parked our camper earlier this week to ensure an awesome camping location on Memorial Day Weekend.  We parked it on TUESDAY.  I just know there are people heading up there today thinking they are being all vigilant, only to curse the campers that got there on Tuesday. 

It's right by the water.  It is major flooding season out there right now.  I called that I get two points if our camper gets washed away by flood water before we even get there.  If it doesn't get washed away, I have to make cookies for everyone I was giving a hard time about the campsite choice (mainly Steve). 

Seems fair to me.

We are bringing the motorcycles, so that'll be fun.  There are also supposed to be pike in the water up there.  But, in case it rains (which it's looking like it will), there are lots of games and I will be bringing my kindle.

Anyways, I doubt I will be on here blogging for the next couple days, as I will be off the grid.  Hope y'all have a good weekend:)

Running Talk: Litter, Bad Parking Choices, and Flower Stalking

Today while running, in the theme of pretending to be elsewhere, I imagined I was in Mexico.

Some of the key things I remember from my Mexico times are warm breezes, ocean air, and the trash piled up for miles along the road.  I actually did experience two out of those three things today.  One of those things I did not enjoy.  At.  All.

Most of the time I just try to ignore the litter, but some times it just makes me SO MAD.  Ugh.  I hate terms like "trashy people", but maybe some people have earned the title with their joyrides at 2:30 in the morning where they fling beer cans, bottles filled with chewing tobacco, and fast food bags indiscriminately out their car windows and into ditches.

Pieces of litter feel like little brain bombs just waiting for me to see them. They burst into my happy little bubble of jogging and appreciation of nature.  I have to fight dwelling on them, because they drag me down.  It's hard to keep running when I feel angry and depressed about other people's selfish choices.  Just as in life, I have to look back up, forget about the trash, and move forward.

While I'm going down this negative road filled with memories of road trash, I think I will mention one more unpleasantry I've encountered out there:  Random cars that drive past me and then park right along where I will have to run past. 

I'm not talking about people in residential areas who are pulling into their driveways.  I'm talking about a dirt road that goes for miles, where you have the choice to park anywhere along those miles but you still choose to park directly in my path.

I don't care if you are an eighty year old woman who is making the choice to pull up and park right in my running path; it creeps me out!  I don't know that you are an eighty year old woman; all I know is that there is a car that may or may not represent danger to me. 

Obviously these people don't realize I am packing a very dangerous and loaded can of pepper spray which I HAVE PRACTICED using.  It sprays a full eight feet, Buster, and I'm not afraid to use it.

Speaking of creepy, how weird (or criminal) would it be for me to start meandering into people's yards to take snapshots of their flowers?  There are a lot flowers I'd love to shoot when I'm out jogging by houses. And I don't mean little blackberry camera shots; I'm thinking of bringing back the big camera that I wish I was tough enough to carry while I run.

Anyway, I'd probably only give flower stalking a 4/10 rating of creepiness..

Random Things I Saw While Running Today

Baby Cows!

Lots of Dead Things!

Flowers and Mountains!

Backwards

Well, I thought I would be all clever and post some actual voice notes I left for myself while I was out on my walk/run late yesterday.  I swear the endorphins are like funny juice to me, because I start to crack myself UP. 

I was out about two miles when I left the first voice message on my blackberry, just in case I might forget some hilarious stuff I needed to write down. I was walking straight uphill in my new favorite residential area (uphill for MILES), when I realized the reason I'd been uncomfortable for the last two miles was because my black stretchy walking pants were on backwards.  The thought of walking/running the next four miles in backwards pants (talk about a permanent wedgie) had me laughing at loud.  The thought of knocking on any of the random doors along the way to use a bathroom for the sole purpose of turning my pants around had me in stitches.  It just seem to lose something in translation when you write it down in black and white though, So...This is the recording of me cracking MaSelf up..:)

There was also something recorded about a 35 year old white woman from Paradise walking/running to Coolio's Gangsta Paradise, but hey, no one can say what it was like growing up in that Paradise Jungle like Coolio did.

I usually can doing some really good over thinking because, hey, being alone for an hour and a half without any of the normal distractions will cause most people to over-reflect.  I started feeling all guilty about the last couple blogs I wrote, because it occurred to me that they may not have been showing very much support to Derrick or maybe they were showing something less-than-enthusiasm about my new job as AHE.  Fortunately, my blackberry not only allows for voice recordings to capture the pure gold that is my thought process while under a running high, but it also lets me send out guilty text messages to resolve any fretting I might stir up while out there.  Derrick sent me back some reassuring texts (didn't even need any hail Mary's or any other confessional payments) and off I went on my happy way.