luxury

Tomorrow night I'll be sleeping in a hotel bed. And there will be a bathroom that's all clean and just for me and little soap and tiny shampoo.
I don't know if there will be a bath robe, might not since we went pretty budget, and that's fine.
But if there is a bath robe, I'm getting up earlier to make sure I have time to wear it.
I'm not stoked about the drive or being gone and missing work and all that... but I do love sleeping in hotels.
Got to remember to be happy about the little things.

Sunnyday

Pretty mellow weekend. Some time with friends, some time alone. Some time for just us. It's been good.
It's also been sunny and crisp, still is for that matter. And I love the coolness.
Started today with a bike ride along Old Bannock Highway. Orange leaves, cold breeze, frozen fingers, runny nose.
Way to wake up.
Now, a breakfast and a shower later, the TV is screaming football at me and I want to punch it.
I hate football. Did I say that before?
Good. I hate football.
Because it never ends. Because it's a violent sport that gives the players injuries for life and prevents the viewers from actually having a life.
Yardline, interception, first down, offensive line, shut up.
I need to do some homework.

Friday

What I hate about volunteers is that you have nothing on them. If they say they're going to show up or do something or whatever and then don't.... that's it. You can't do shit about it.
Deduct kharma points maybe...

What he said:

"Yeah... gotta tell ya, I'd sure hate to be in your position"
Funny.
I'm not a fan of being in it either, actually.

How I feel

I feel like this is really unfair. That is how I feel. I feel left behind with a workload I was not trained to deal with. Expectations from people and departments I don't even know who they are, what they do, how this all really works?
I feel like this is not the job I signed up for. Give me a new director, please!

To sum up

Romney's face. And the way he says "Obama care". Makes my skin itch, my eyes bleed and my ears want to spontaneously close up.

Different feet

My foot still hurts from falling off the curb Saturday morning. Yep, I injured myself before even leaving, loading the car at Tiffany's house. It made hiking around the woods during out kayaking trip a little tricky and a little painful.

There were also some people on the trip that made everything a litte tricky and a little painful. People who should maybe not have been on a kayaking trip.

We were discussing this, me and Tiff, as we were changing after swimming. We were talking over the stalls, assuming we were alone. But we weren't. Foot in the mouth, that one.