Hodge Podge

I really enjoy my Friday evenings. Mark goes bowling in a league with one of his brothers and some friends on Fridays. That’s when I get some stuff done. Or not. When the weather was colder, I’d watch girly movies, like In Her Shoes, which is my favorite girly movie. Today I napped on and off from 5 pm to 6 pm, I watched an episode of M*A*S*H and then walked to the grocery.

Snuggly into my backpack fit six yogurts, a toothpaste, two L’Oreal Wrinkle De-crease eye creams—one for night and one with SPF for the day, a box of cereal, a container of strawberries, and some grapes. Oh, and pretzels. It was quite a heavy load for the two miles back home, but when my back would start hurting, I’d remember hiking Tongariro Crossing in New Zealand on Christmas Eve—10 and a half miles between two mountains! And that inspired me; I knew I’d be home before long, and I wouldn’t be as spent as after that hike.

Tomorrow morning I’m thinking of going to a group Pilates class at 8:30 am. It’s near where I work, not far from home. Mark and I are going to his nephew’s H.S. baseball game too. And I also want to go to Kohl’s. They’re having a sale! (That’s a joke, because if you’ll notice, Kohl’s has a “sale” every freakin’ weekend.)

At Mom’s on Thursday morning, I looked at the mailer advertising what all would be on sale. There’s a thing called an anti-gravity chair that I think I want. Also, if I’m going to start going to Pilates/yoga classes on the weekends, I should get a yoga mat while I’m at Kohl’s. Who knows, maybe it’ll be on sale too.

I was at Mom’s Thursday morning because I didn’t have to be at work until noon, and the National Honor Society induction ceremony at my former high school, where I was the speaker this year, was over at 10 am. My speech went fine. My mom and my brother and sister-in-law were there—not to see me (well, Mom was) but to see Seth, their son, my nephew, get inducted. How neat was it that I got to speak the year he got inducted?

I saw plenty people I know, including Angela L, whose son, Kyle, is in NHS. And little Molly, who Angela adopted from Russia. So cute. I saw them at church on Sunday too. She’ll be four in August, and my cousin’s little girl will be four just two months prior. It’s neat knowing they’ll grow up together; anyone in the little town of Carlisle, Ohio who is the same age grows up together. See Molly and Me (if link doesn't work, go to August 07, 2006 entry) for a blog entry about her. She’s almost three in the picture. Little because of her disease, I guess. Or maybe my cousin's little girl, who I'm using as a reference, is big.