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This year will mark my 10 year high school reunion, and in honor of this sentimental event numerous FaceBook friends have started posting pictures of their high school experiences.  I show up in a few of them, a smiling face but a forgettable one sitting at the edge of the action.  I’d like to say that that wouldn’t characterize pictures of me now, but I’ve realized that I have no pictures of my own with which to compare this theory. 

Sifting through my photos, I find that Blue boy has been the apple of the camera’s eye and I am no better than a doting mother.  He’s got a face that would melt you, but an attitude that would make you yell at him to get off of your lawn.  If his teenage attitude were translated into a human body, he would be the kid who tackles during touch football but doesn’t see a problem with it.  He would be the kid talking during the movies with no intention of quieting down.  But in his defense he would also give you his coat if it were snowing outside and he was just as cold as you.  He would always greet you with a warm welcome regardless of what ills or bad feelings may have previously passed between you, even if you took away his video games before he was ready to stop playing.  I realize the extreme self-indulgence involved in pondering the human state of my very non-human dog, but look into his eyes and you’ll wonder if he really understands more than you give him credit for.

I’ve probably said too much.  If after this post you decide that it’s not a good idea to come back and visit me, I’ll understand.  But if you’re a pet owner, you won’t think that this entire mental conversation is so strange.  If you’re a cat owner, I have no idea how you feel.

As for the title of this blog, can someone fully explain that bumper sticker to me?

Counting yesterday, I have walked out of the house with the long size sticker running down the length of my new pants at least twice, maybe three times.  You know the one.  The one that screams “6 Ankle” or whatever the size is, alerting everyone that while you may have a fancy new pair of slacks you don’t have a mirror in which to see this knee length adhesive strip.  But whatever.  Work isn’t a fashion show, and if it were I would be like the guys that still wear baseball hats with the tags attached.  Then again, that used to be “cool”.  Size stickers on you pant let – that’s another story.

The reason I bring up the leg sticker incident is because that sums up my week.  I’ve been at work.  I’ve showed up and done what I should do.  But there’s just been a little something off, and that something has just been a glaring distraction since Monday (it doesn’t help that I focus on how “off” I am.  I’m not a saint).  Blame my pitiful lunches for it (Monday: soup, Tuesday: soup, Wednesday: soup and siaopao, Thursday: siaopao), blame my lack of sleep for it, but I’m going to blame the holiday hangover for it.  Not a literal hangover, but one where remnants of the events of that past few weeks have just drained me of most everything I would have to give to work.  The exceptions are checking FaceBook and my personal email accounts, I still put myself into that wholeheartedly at work.

Yesterday Zach and I started a workout routine.  Infomercial lovers will know it as P90X and it is definitely a butt kicker.  We didn’t make any new year’s resolutions, but we have been agonizing over our muffin tops and flag-waving underarms so we figured that we should put the workout routine we purchased last May to use.  We’re going strong at Day 2.  Ask me how things are going when day 6 or 7 rolls around.  But seriously, I’m really geeked about it and hopefully it will help me kick some tail at the 500 Festival in May.

The tree near our old apartment balcony

Since the year started, how many times have you wished it was summer?

I’m not sure if anyone reads this anymore, and this post isn’t a promise of consistent updates.  But this is a good faith post that if you read it, I will try to bring you more.  And if no one is reading this, then I can indulge myself with my skewed and confused thoughts and feel like I’m releasing them into the cyberworld where they can come back to haunt me simply by typing in address of this blog into my browser.  So therapeutic.

The holiday rush is now over and I’m barely prepping myself to return to life as usual.  I prefer to revel in the good times and family times instead of putting my head under the 8am-5pm hours of work life right away.  Sure, my head may be in the clouds for the first few days back but could you expect anything else?  I prefer to ease back into this post-holiday life anyway, and I think I can make that luxury work.

I made no new year’s resolutions nor do I plan to, but I have found a bit of that new year motivation propelling me through the weekend.  That could also be the motivation of coming home to a sty of a house and wanting to be able to sleep at night, but I’m not going to question the source, I’m just thankful that it is there.  There is nothing worse than starting at a clean slate without any inspiration with which to fill it.  I hope everyone had a great holiday season and that you all have something that has pushed you willingly through the doors of 2009. 

Speaking of 2009, my 10 year high school reunion is coming up this year.  Geesh…Maybe I’ll go in there and tell everyone that I invented scotch tape.  Does anyone think that will work?