I got all my holiday shopping done today. I realized mid-morning that today was pretty much my only opportunity to do it, due to various commitments over the next 2 weeks. Not to mention, the closer to the 25th it is, the more doses of crazy get added to retail excursions, and I don’t much like shopping as it is.
I was out for 6-1/2 hours (insane!) but surprisingly I still had energy when I got home. Perhaps this was due to the fact that I only spent a tiny portion of those 6-1/2 hours at a mall. Malls are their own special version of hell, especially around the holidays.
Anyway, I had energy enough to bake and decorate sugar cookies for my office holiday party. From scratch, baby. They’re thin and chewy and have peppermint icing. Holy crap, they’re good; as K1 said, “hide-them-from-your-significant-other-good.”
I had planned also to make pasta with meat sauce, garlic baguette slices, and a spinach salad for dinner, but that is going to wait until tomorrow instead.
Yesterday we went with Kim, Brittney, and Chris to Six Flags. Like I’ve said before, winter is the only time of the year to go to amusement parks. I was shocked at how many people were there; I’ve never seen a crowd that big during the winter. The lines for some of the rides were really crazy long. I freakin’ love the Titan. The Spongebob 4-D ride was great too (not that I’m a Spongebob fan, but the seats moved and jolted you around in sync with the film and we got SQUIRTED at one point, it was nutty). We had a great time talking and laughing and drinking hot cocoa. I cannot believe that i paid $11 for a slice of pizza and a medium coke. Park food prices are absolutely insane; so is parking ($15).
Friday night (hey, guess I’m working backwards chronologically with this post) we went to my office’s Level 2 holiday party (the one I am making the cookies for is the Level 3 party — my department; next week is the Level 1 party, hosted by the president of the university) at the division vice president’s house. There were waaaaay too many people there for the size of his house. We made an appearance, ate some appetizers and wine, and then left to go to Times Ten Cellars for a drink and some relaxation (me and Doc, Brittney, Yvonne and Nate, Ben and Chelsea, and Chelsea and Helena). Yvonne had her first glass of wine since she’s been pregnant! (It’s fine to occasionally partake after the 1st trimester). It took her well over an hour to finish that one glass; she says that it’s strange how her body is changing so drastically in response to Le Cheetoh.
Yesterday I picked up my unrepairable sewing machine from the shop (it only sews backwards now! and sadly, cannot be fixed because they don’t make the 35-year-old parts anymore). I got it into the hatchback of the Prius with no problem, but as I scooted it back against the rear seat, a muscle in my mid-back went **TWINGE**. That crazy painful sharp pain that makes it hard to breathe. I tried to stretch it out a little before I got back in the car, and then when I got home I laid down on the heating pad for several hours. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to make it to Six Flags later that day or not, but it looks like this time is not nearly as bad as it has been before. I did OK at Six Flags (thanks to my good friend Darvocet) and today I hardly feel it at all. I’ve decided to start doing yoga on my own again. I think that the reason my back has been spasming a lot lately is because I’ve let myself go, strengthwise. Yoga will help strengthen my back and stomach muscles and, hopefully, this won’t happen as much anymore.
Today was the day of the White Rock Marathon. I did not participate. I feel all kinds of latent Catholic guilt about that, because I said over and over again that I would do it; in fact, I INSISTED that I was going to find a way to complete it despite my stress fracture. I realized, though, as the weeks went by this fall, that it would be a really really dumb thing to try to do. I would probably end up making my injury worse by keeping my training at that level. And even if I didn’t push myself with the training, if I’d tried to run/walk 13 miles today I know I would have re-injured that leg.
There is always next year. Yvonne says that after she has the baby in May, she’ll want to train for it as well, to get back into shape. I think that it’s a good goal to have and I’m totally supportive of whatever she decides to do, but I also think that she might be so tired from being a mom that she just plain might not have the energy. I plan to train either way, once my leg has a chance to get stronger. I’d like to start training in earnest in March. I hope that’s enough time. We’ll see.
I think that it’s bad luck to step on a candy cane. Wouldn’t you agree?
Then that evening, we went to see Aimee Mann do an acoustic show at the Lakewood Theatre. It was a fabulous concert! She played a good mixture of older songs and new ones. She also has really good stage presence and is very entertaining when talking to the audience between songs. Before “Save Me” she said, “Most people know this song from the movie ‘Magnolia.’ But I like to think of it as the one that lost an Oscar to Phil Collins’ cartoon monkey love song.”
I’m glad that the rain didn’t start yesterday, because it would have ruined the fireworks show I went to see with Britt and Chris. It’s always fun to watch shiny things explode in the sky. I love the sparkly crackly ones. This show had a couple of blue fireworks. Not bluish-purple, which are also pretty, but straight-up blue, which I haven’t seen before.
