becoming a happy adult in a sunny sustainable world.
So, I pretty much failed at my feb mini goals. Just like I failed at my Jan mini goals. The bright side? I’m hopefully on track to satisfy one of my major goals this month: The sub 3:30 marathon. I’m a little
But, really, I’m going to do this stuff this month. Seriously.
Ok. I can handle this.
So, I’m going to whine for a moment. If you want, you can skip this paragraph and move on. If you stuck around, thanks. You may or may not remember Furnacegate 2009. And today, I came home to overflowing gutters that detached from my house. Dude, being a homeowner blows. Don’t let anyone tell you that being a homeowner is part of the American dream. It’s expensive and stressful and a pain in the butt. Mutiply that by a hundred if you are a single female first-time home-owner in a new city. WIUBfiyabhfgilanfspsd. I’m not going to lie, despite being uber-feministy, I do occasionally wish I had a husband to do husbandly things around the house. But as my daddy tells me, I don’t need a husband. I can handle this stuff myself. It’s just a pain in the butt.
I’m also a little afraid that I’m “that” neighbor. Growing up, there was this house a few down from me that had garbage collecting up to the ceiling of his garage. It was the eyesore of the neighborhood. With my gutter separating from my house (it’s not hanging down or anything) and my weedful disgusting backyard, I’m so scared that I’m the eyesore neighbor. Seriously. Gosh I hope I’m not.
Ok. I’m not in a fun or creative mood, so this is short today. I think it’s the cruddy weather, the tons of work today, and being quite sleepy…also, I have 124912 entries to read in my google reader. Oy.
A public defender super heroine by day, I am a cupcake baker extraordinaire by night. And come weekend, I am an IronPerson. I deal with an NPR addiction daily and I dream of one day having Carl Kasell on my answering machine. I strive to be the best fur-mommy I can be, and when I have time, I'm learning to be a grownup.