Stopped for the night.

Well, I'm in Pensacola for the night. I'm happy to be stopped. It seemed like it would take forever to get here. And this part of the drive was literally less than half the distance tomorrow's drive is going to be. What was I thinking? Oh yeah . . . that I wanted to see my boys. Derr!

I'm sitting Trevor's living room with two dogs and three boys and the biggest projection of Guitar Hero (World Tour) you've ever seen. It's monstrous. Trevor has a projector instead of a television and the screen literally takes up an entire wall in the living room. I'm blown away. Nice set up, really.

I played about six songs - six grueling songs, but after the sixth one was done, I realized I couldn't feel my fingers, so I took a leave.

As soon as Patrick, Diamond (his Alaskan Malamute), and I got to Trevor's house, we turned around and went out with some friends. I didn't even get to freshen up. It was ridiculous. We went to Carrabba's and then to their friends Ang and Loren's house to drink some beers and hang out for a bit. I'm glad Ang was there otherwise I'd be so left out. haha.

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around being up at 2AM when I know we have to get up and drive tomorrow for approximately 12 hours. I'm not too thrilled about that. But I guess that's life on the road. hahahahaha!

That's it for tonight. I love everyone, especially Jon-Michael.

Comments

J.M. said…

I love you as well and was glad I got to talk to you tonight.

See you tomorrow, babe!

January 11, 2009 at 11:43 PM

Someone busier than you is running right now.

I have a confession to make to my spark buddy, Melissa: I did not go for a run last night. I'm terrible, I know. Here's what else I know: 1. I have never made such great progress in getting into shape as I did when I was jogging regularly. 2. My knee starts to stay in a constant state of noticeable discomfort after I've jogged for over a week. 3. I miss the liberating feeling of running. 4. I miss the empowerment of cross-training (biking, swimming, running) So I've been perusing the intarwebz for motivational media this morning. And while I hate Nike for their shoddy work ethic, jacked up prices, and apparently tiny clothes, I love them for their motivational material. I just have yet to find any media more inspiring to me than the following advertisements. And ... "I am addicted. I've collected footsteps before dawn. Seen places I never knew existed. Run to the moon and back. Been a rabbit for the neighborhood dogs. Obeyed the voice in my head. Let music carr...

I am Doris.

Thank you Laura for the link. This was interesting. I could relate to more than one of the posed situations. Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz... You Are a Doris! You are a Doris -- "I must help others." Dorises are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs. How to Get Along with Me * Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific. * Share fun times with me. * Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours. * Let me know that I am important and special to you. * Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. In Intimate Relationships * Reassure me that I am interesting to you. * Reassure me often that you love me. * Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me. What I Like About Being a Doris * being able to relate easily to people and to make friends * knowing what people need and being able to make their lives...

Go Relax! (And I have a question for my readers.)

Okay ... maybe I've been under a bit of stress lately. I'll admit, I have a tendency to carry a packed schedule. And for the most part, I can do this quite well. But there are times -- and I think they come in waves -- that I need to gtfo and decompress. This is why you suddenly find out I went to the beach, or was MIA for an entire weekend. It happens. It's been happening for my entire adult life. Those who know me, either embrace it, or get over the fact that I'm not changing. But I have to confess, even for me, the schedule lately has been an overwhelming one. At the end of May I was looking at my calendar and realized from that day through the middle of July, there isn't a single vacant weekend. I wish I were kidding. As much as I love being busy and having parties, volunteering, getting together with friends for coffee, and all of that fun stuff, if I don't get to take a long, retardedly hot shower every few nights and turn my phone off from time to time, ...

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