my half marathon is this weekend. i wasn’t sure if i would be able to run, due to my perpetual shin-splint issue, but after a great 10-mile run on monday it seems i am good to go!
i’m building my playlist for the race and would love some input. what are your favorite songs right now? i need some fresh tunes.
ps- the mini is here and that new car smell is just as wonderful as i’d imagined. pictures coming soon…
i can’t sleep. instead of lying in bed trying to sleep, or reading, or thinking about how i should be asleep, i’ve spent the past hour-and-a-half trying on all of my shoes. and then trying on my jeans. and then trying on my jeans with different shoes. and then try it with this bracelet. ooooo and with this headband. or maybe this scarf? but then i’ll have to change my shoes…?
why am i planning outfits out at 2:00am? i have no idea. all i know is that this does not promote healthy sleeping habits.
things i found myself needing quite desperately this past weekend:
when i got out of bed this morning i was positive that there had been an earthquake. it was extremely loud and had woken me up from my sleep. it shook the house and turned a number of the frames on my photo wall to awkward, uneven angles (very irritating). obviously, all signs point to “earthquake.”
while i got ready for work i turned on the radio – no mention of the early-morning quake. i checked the post online. nothing.
i walked out of my house and suddenly heard the same sound. i felt that same shake. just as i am about to run and duck for cover – a giant garbage truck rounds the corner onto my street.
it is monday. it is garbage day. i am not in any imminent danger. i am, once again, just paranoid.
last week was moving week. i feel like i could leave it up to you to come up with far-fetched disasters and strange mishaps that could potentially have happened to me and, for the most part, i imagine you would probably be right.
monday i received a notice from arlington county informing me that i owe property taxes on the white volvo that is registered in my name and appears to be residing at — ST #B. in order to pay taxes on this vehicle i need to first get it registered in the state of virginia, which cannot be done until i have remedied the $3000 worth of odds and ends that are not up to par for the good state of virginia. kiss my what?
tuesday was the big moving day when i, with the assistance of the lovely melanie and chareese, moved my bed and dresser across town and into my new room. melanie rented a zipcar truck to move the furniture and after setting everything up chareese took me to adam’s morgan for a giant slice of pizza. all days should end with pizza.
wednesday was bad for reasons that i won’t mention here. but after this unmentionable event i spent the night moving load after load after load of “stuff” from my old place to my new place. the lesson learned? i have too many shoes. shoes and kitchen appliances. the bright side of this is that i rediscovered many pairs of shoes i have been neglecting. like my red and black cowboy boots with the bull on them; they’re pretty fantastic.
i decided to call it a night close to 2:00am and convinced myself it would be better to crawl into bed now and finish the last of the move in the morning – which brings us to thursday. thursday was the kind of day that when blogged about, leads people to believe i make this crap up. because really? things like this don’t happen in real life. unless, of course, you are me.
thursday morning i woke up at 6:00am to get the last of my clothes, copper pots and ravioli cutters. as i left the house my roommates were showering and getting ready for the day. by 8:45 i was bringing in the last box and couldn’t wait to take a long hot shower. i turn on the sink, which makes a gurgling noise and then — nothing. i turn on the shower. nothing happens. i think maybe this shower is smarter than i am. please be smart, shower, please! i turn the dial a variety of directions, but to no avail. i run to the other bathroom and franticly turn on both faucets at once. a slight drizzle, a drip … that’s it. apparently the water contract lapsed by one day and my house has no water. NO WATER. after MOVING for seven hours in the HUMIDITY. to add insult to injury, the water apparently stopped running while i was moving the last of my boxes that morning. also? i have to be to work in 35 minutes. i am, officially, the grossest person alive. i had to go to work in my sweaty, post-moving, groggy, grumpy state.
we were without running water all of thursday.
i am here to tell you – running water is perpetually underrated. i was beginning to feel badly about the fact that i had lost the remote control to my fan in the move and was facing the prospect of having to get out of bed to turn it on and off, but wow. i’ll trade you my remote control for running water any day. you can even keep the fan for that matter, and maybe even my red and black cowboy boots with the bulls on them. because i like running water, i like it very much.
as i left work thursday i informed my boss that i would not be returning until water had been restored to my home. 11:00 friday was one of the best moments of my life. the water guy! he is here! he is turning on the water! hurrah! i cheerfully jumped into the shower to realize that because we have been without water, there has been no water for our water heater to heat, which means there is no hot water. for a minute i thought i was going to cry but when i thought back to my shower of refrigerated bottled water from the previous day, this shower seemed pretty ok.
saturday involved a long nap. a very, very long nap. i don’t think i’ve slept like that since i was a teenager. i don’t remember much of saturday, or friday night for that matter. this i do know: i smelled like a flower.
sunday i decided it was a new week. this week had to be better than the previous week, there was just no other option. and that was about the time when my blackberry died. just like that. i sent my dad an e-mail telling him i was officially stuck on gilligan’s island without a paddle and could he please come get me.
monday i took my phone apart, reassembled it and did a very unofficial “please come back to life” dance over it while i held my breath. whatever i did worked, which is good because my sanity was two taps away from shattered.
so. there you have it. another week in the life of nicole.
on the up and up, because my life is obviously lacking in excitement i am buying a new car, which begs the question…
red?
or blue?
