Monday, November 29, 2010

Ready Set Go

Wow! I keep letting this thing slide. In my defense, I had my parents here for Thanksgiving.

It's official. Our plane tickets to Ireland are booked. Stone fences and pubs, here we about four months.

Speak of four months, that means I have that much time before we go to recommitt myself to the folloowing: the way I eat; my physical therapy routine; my writing.

The way I eat is always a problem over the holidays... heck, it's a problem every waking moment of life, and sometimes even when I'm alseep. Since I started doing this whole eating right thing, I have mostly stayed on the wagon. I have fallen off a few times, and it is always spectacular.

I've now been watching the pattern long enough that I can recognize something that is really painful about myself. I have a food addicition. Is that possible? More specifically, I have a sugar addicition. I crave it constantly, I can smell it a mile away, I have to change my life habits to avoid it, because if I visit those old haunts again, I will eat it. It never stops at one cookie or one piece of bread. And then I wake up with a sugar hangover, wondering why I did that to myself, but I go do it again anyways.

Seriously? I am recommitting myself. If that means I have to throw out everything in the house, hide all money from myself so I can't buy lunch, and have a constant buddy with me every waking moment so I don't slip, so be it. Sugar kills, people. It's bad for you.

The physical therapy. A looooong time ago, in a galaxy far far away... sort of. It seems like it. Anyways, I was a synchronized swimmer (go check somewhere else on this blog to see how competitive I was) and I did some impressive damages to my shoulders. I've been able to get by for many years with mimimal physical therapy, but no more. Both my shoulders have started giving me huge problems, so I bought a new set of weights, broke out my old medicine balls and rubber bands, and here we go.

If I don't do this, I will be screaming in agony at the end of all that travel time to Ireland.

The writing. Remember this? I am an English major who loves to write? (ironic, then, that I just noticied that my spell check is off and I have no desire to go back and fix all the inevitable typos in this). I have classic books galore? I have several half started and half finished short stories and novels that just need more time and love? I own every conceiveable form of BBC movie/TV miniseries? (fellow junkies, did you see that Jane Eyre is going to be a movie?) Yes, that's me.

That, there, is truly what I love. I love my job, and I think I am getting better at it. It does not fulfill me the way that writing does. In my ultimate perfect world, I could devote myself to that as a fulltime job. In a more realistic perfect world, I could work a real job part time and do that part time.

In the real world, I just need move my ass and do it in overtime.

So, four months. Here we go!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Three Things

First, I would like to book this plane ticket to Ireland. Now. I am tired of the back forth (I know it is necessary!) of planning.

Second, I am turning on the Christmas music and having Mama Vor come over and help decorate.

Third, this job is a life sucker. I had another death on my case load. I feel numb, tired, and weepy. I know it is not my fault, but it is eating me alive.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Seeking Like Minds

My best friend's wedding was this past weekend. She was mellow, a beautiful bride, and he is a good guy. I could not be happier for them. Also, it gave me another chance to realize how blessed I am to have Vor, because I could not have done all my maid of honor duties without him. He was the general bat man, running around for tape, picking up stray bridesmaids from the airport, hander out of bubbles, delivering goodies to rooms, etc.

We were also fortunate in that we got to meet her friends-the other bridesmaids and their spouses, plus others.

It provided for an interesting and in depth conversation on our car ride home, which consisted of trying to answer one question--why don't we have friends like that?

The answer is simple in many ways, but hard to remedy. I do have a friend like that--the bride herself. But she lives far away now, and is an armed service member. Vor has friends like that, but they still live in Buffalo.

The fact of it is, we are drawn to being friends with people who are in the military, or who are engineers. It's fairly obvious why--my family is heavily military, so it's an environment that I am comfortable in, and draws a type of person that is similar to me and my family. For Vor, the interests he has often overlap, as do the values. The same thing goes for engineers.

We don't have much of either here. There is not a truly active military base here, and Vor is not as sunk into the engineering world anymore now that he is a lawyer.

What we do have are ALOT of lawyers.

Now, don't get me wrong, we have made some good friends here, some of whom happen to be lawyers. We are working on building those relationships too, so that they exist outside the realm in which we met.

But it was certainly frustrating for us to meet these awesome people, and then leave after the wedding. Vor commented that we could easily pick up, move to where these people are, and fit right in (if it weren't for the whole job thing, you know). We've made plans to stay in contact, and have exchanged all relevant information. I hope we can do it. We certainly have the determination to do so--its hard to find people you click with, so it is very motovating to keep them when you find them.

Sort of Vor returning to the engineering world or me joining JAG, I guess it will have to do.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I am back from the wedding and my maid of honor duties, and I am TIRED.