True L

One of my favorite parts about living in the city: running into people I know. One of the worst parts about living in the city: running into people I know while I’m actually running. And looking gross and scary.

When I was little, someone told me that if you were so tired that you fell asleep before finishing your bedtime prayers, angels would finish them for you. I’d like to have a talk with those angels about adding Crim Pro Reading to that list.

The great thing about my life is, even at the end of a long day, even when I have dozens of emails to answer, I can do that on my cozy little couch, in front of SportsCenter, with a glass of Charles Shaw and a bowl of potato chips. And that’s totally worth being thankful for.

…after already describing bits and pieces of them through various other posts. If you figured out that I am back at my parents’ in PA, you would be correct. While most of my friends for LDW escaped the city to the beach, had fantasy football draft parties, or just partook in as many BBQs as possible, I accepted an amazing from offer from my parents. Paraphrased, it went like this: Come home for LDW and we will pay you to study, drink our stash of Guinness, and make sure your high school aged sister doesn’t drink any of our stash of Guinness.

It was a super easy decision.

But of course now it’s Monday morning and I still have so much work to do for tomorrow! Not all of it was my procrastinating ass’s fault, or even the fault of my inability to step away from my parents’ cable On Demand (I really wish I had a DVR). I actually had, if not an action-packed weekend, a good ol’ fashioned family fun-packed weekend, with such highlights including watching the littlest McA cheer at my old high school’s football game, taking Grandpop out for dinner, and allowing my sisters (try) to explain to me just how everyone tells the difference between Kim and Kourtney Kardashian.

But for real now, I’m gonna go for this run, and then I’m gonna get some stuff done. Watch me!

My sister left a copy of Self magazine with Jillian Michaels on the cover in the room that I’m using as my study-base this weekend. Which reminded me of how I sometimes like to eat ice cream because it would probably make Jillian Michaels mad. I’m eating some butterfinger ice cream now.

Normally, going through old clothes and selecting items to give away causes me great anguish (shallow? yes, but at least I’m being honest), but sorting through the clothes harkening all the way back to middle school that my mom moved into the back of a closet while I was abroad in Chile seven years ago, only to completely forget them until now…those clothes were as easy as a flick of the wrist in the direction of the clear plastic trash bag on the floor. Who knew one girl could have so much use for floor length skirts and black velvet? And floor length, black velvet skirts? Yes, I was concert mistress of my community orchestra, but that explains one and only one long black skirt. And the black velvet blazer? Did I have no one to talk me out of that? Apparently I was more of a nerd than even I remember.