Work SUCKED today.

If you change your scope, freaking put it in writing, otherwise techs will do the exact same thing they’ve been doing for months. Don’t blame the techs or dispatch because you won’t give them the appropriate instructions. End of story.

Moving on.

Kat and I are auditioning at Reliant this weekend. Tomorrow, actually. I still haven’t picked a song. At the moment I’m stuck between Jar of Hearts (Christina Perri), Bang Bang Bang (Christina Perri), or Stay (Sugarland). I’m assuming I’ll practice all three and whichever one comes out in the audition room is the one I’m going with.

I’m thrilled that I get to see Kat. I miss her in incredible amounts.

My father and I had one of those epic blow ups today. This one doesn’t look repairable. I’m okay with that.

Adam’s test is tomorrow. He’ll do great. I don’t know what I would do without him.

When You Find Me/Dear You: Letter 3

Nothing eventful lately. It’s nice this way.

Kat’s talked me into auditioning with her at Reliant on Saturday. I’m not sure what I’m singing or if I’m playing and singing or what, so suggestions would be nice. I’m comfortably alto II to soprano II, if that helps.

Also, if you’re a technician, and you use liquid nails to secure equipment to the side of a filing cabinet instead of getting off your butt and getting some Velcro, you’re on my bad list. No, seriously. It’ll bite you in the butt later, and when a crowbar fails to pry those things off that cabinet and cracks those servers, you’re the one who gets to pay the $10+k to patch things up. :] Good luck with that.

Oh, and if a LEC says they installed analog lines, but didn’t label them, gave you the wrong binding post, cable, and pair numbers…don’t sit there, listen to the customer, and have the tech try to tone out 120 66blocks that hold 50 each, unless you absolutely have to. That tech won’t like you later. At all. Period. In fact, that tech is likely to be permanently cross-eyed and you’ll no longer have a tech available who knows that location. You’ll have to fly there and do it yourself, whether you’ve actually done it or not. If you’re dumb enough to get yourself into that situation and you already know better, then I hope you end up with that result. You deserve it.

Currently, I’m in love with When You Find Me by Josh Radin from the movie Adam.

I’m not sore since I didn’t do anything yesterday. Time to work out. Hello, Medicine Ball 200. I think I hate you sometimes.

Dear You,

You should listen to When You Find Me by Josh Radin from the movie Adam (haha). It’s applicable when I leave.


Family matters

We saw him today. It was horrible and awkward. After his, “I never want to see your fucking face again,” comment, he didn’t say a word to me. I guess he meant it after all.

I didn’t work out today.


Something not about running

People want to feel important, in general. It’s not an unreasonable desire and it’s perfectly understandable. Just putting that out there. You’re important. At least, you are to me.

I’m sitting on the couch with Adam. He’s reading Salvatore, I’m wasting my spending money online, and we’re waiting for pizza to show up at our door. No TV, no music. Just quiet. It’s nice. Normally he’s in the study on his computer and I’m in the living room on my laptop, TV blaring for me and audio books blaring for him. I hope we do this more often. There’s a lot of things that I hope happen more before I leave.

I get weird like that. I’m thrilled to leave and can’t wait for it, but then I give myself a few minutes to think and remember that I’m really going to miss certain people here. I mean, I’ll miss everyone in general, but the people that I see on a daily basis, my family, are the ones that I hope to see…more.

Currently, I’m IMing someone that I had a falling out with.

43 minutes later

It’s permanent goodbye time now.

And I feel so much better.


Dear You: Letter 2

Dear You,

I’m not good at saying things out loud. You know that. I’m not mad at you, I’m just uncomfortable with…you know, ‘real’ talking.

It’ll be nice when I leave. Then I won’t have to look for excuses not to talk and can write instead, because that’s the only way I’d be able to communicate with you.


It’s supposed to snow in Houston, 3″-5″. So much for running, eh? That’s okay. I bought a jump rope for a reason.

I’m thrilled about the snow, but upset that it hinders my running. I really wanted to run tonight.

Off to core workout. ‘Night.

Dear You: Letter 1

Dear You,

I’m going to miss you when I’m gone, but I’ll always be around, even if I’m not…you know, around.



P.S., ‘You’ isn’t the general reading audience. ‘You’ is someone specific. Sorry, to the rest of you.

Oh, and a quick note before I snore.

I did nothing in the way of workouts today, other than upper body. I slept a lot, so that’s good. Saw Andrea, Mom, Crystal & Derrick, and Josh. Fought with Adam (ugh).

Rodeo’s coming. I’m Texas style excited.

Oh, and I’m watching Brokeback Mountain. Right now. It seems like every time one of them takes a swing at the other, they’re suddenly super mushy. Reaction: I’m glad I was born a girl.

Guess who’s in a mood?

I’m sitting here trying to be unproductive for the next hour. It’s Sunday. I need to learn to relax and just enjoy…but I’m driving myself insane. I don’t want to watch a movie, because there’s no point in watching them. I don’t want to site on Facebook, because…well, that should be self explanatory. I don’t want to take a nap, because I slept in and only recently woke up. I’d like to work out and clean.

Adam’s on his way out to fix one of the paralegal’s computers. I thought he’d be home today, but he says he told me he’d be going to fix a computer. So…whatever.

Anyway, he just walked out the door.

Today’s plan? Work out, clean, dinner, pick up Andrea, run, sleep. There. I like it much better than having a ‘lazy Sunday.’


I haven’t run since Friday morning.

Debbie’s baby shower was today. I picked up Josh, then we ran over to Target in Humble and picked up a bag load of infant toys. It was fun. We spent time playing with the toys more than we did picking them out. Then I put him through the whole…does this tissue paper match this gift bag??? thing. Then we picked up mom and proceeded to drive Josh insane. You see, mom had coffee. If any of you really know me, you’ll know that mom is about 3x more absent minded, forgetful, and all around goofy. Toss in a dash of caffeine and you’ve got a speed talking mess. A forgetful one, at that.

The baby shower was fun. There was this adorable little girl with a giant yellow balloon tied to her ankle. Most of the time all I could see was a bobbing balloon darting around the tables. Iona would be around her age now.

We stopped off to see Ali on our way home. The memorial is still there, of course.

I really miss her.

Anyway, running soon. I’m down 10lbs now.


0240. I didn’t run. I didn’t tie my shoe properly when I ran yesterday, so the heel of my shoe rubbed the skin pretty badly. The crease split and an entire dime size chunk was rubbed raw. I didn’t notice it until I got back home, and that’s only because of the blood in my shoe. Josh said not to run,. I said yes, Sergeant. But of course, I’ll run tomorrow. I just put in some extra work on upper body strength.

I don’t feel sore enough right now.

Time for bed.