Finally!

I bought rain boots last MAY and today is the first day I have been able to wear them.  Stupid Colorado.  Everybody in Colorado looks 10 years older than their peers residing in habitable locales with air.  Also, the Nordstrom stocks only half the shoes they do elsewhere.  Don't move here.  See, exception, Aspen. 

Mystery Bun

Do you know what kind of fine (overexposed) bun this is?  This, my friends, is a semmel bun.  When I went to high school in Austria I ate two of these every day for lunch.  No more.  No less.  This also might explain why I am only 5'1" despite having parents of normal height.  Not much nutrition in those buns there.  Yet if you asked me what I miss most about Vienna (besides the culture, the art, the architecture, and the gummi smurfs), I would tell you I miss the semmel buns.

No, I am not in Austria right now, but my husband was and he brought me back two semmel buns. You know, because they are the pinnacle of breaddom, I don't otherwise eat bread.  It's true.  If I can't have a semmel bun, I don't want bread. It's like that with lamb too.  If I can't have the lamb from Bob's Steakhouse in Dallas, I don't want lamb.

Say.  This is funny. When we were in Hawaii, all the fancy restaurants had lamb.  My husband and I have never once seen a lamb in Colorado.  Of course this could be because they are all on plates in Hawaii.  I'm just saying.  The fine people of Hawaii may want to do some due diligence with their meat distributors. 

Nespresso

I bought a Nespresso so I wouldn't have to go to Starbucks.   Now I just have a coffee for my way to Starbucks.

That being said, I love my Nespresso.  What a fantastic little machine. 

Also, my new favorite phrase is, "I smell like a chain smoking goat."  That little gem comes from Honey Boo Boo's father. 

And, finally, watching Pop Up Video.  Whenever I catch the video for What's Going On I am always surprized by what the ladies look like.  I don't know why.  It was the grunge era.  I always expected them to be . . . well, blonde.

It really sounds like I watch a lot of t.v., but I don't.  Between the job, keeping the books for The Franchise, and having an 11 year old, I only catch t.v. when I am brushing my teeth.

Working For The Weekend

Sigh.  On Wednesday we got a note from the franchise Mother Ship saying that mid-year financials were due that day.  Guess what I am doing this weekend.  A balance sheet.  Sure, in my past life I was a tax attorney, but we had accountants for any number crunching that was required.  This all sounds very, very painful.

Has anybody been watching Gallery Girls.  I am embarassed to say I've watched two episodes.  Goodness those are some terrible young women.  I hope they are not representative of most young women.  However, I've known a few from New York and I have reason to believe there is some truth there.  That being said, Big Rich Texas was in no way no how representative of Dallas. 

Back to Reality

Coming back to TWO full time jobs after 8 days in Hawaii is hard.  Especially when, after a week of zen, your flight home is a red eye.  Don't do it.  The red eye.  Do do Hawaii.  It was amazing.  I, the self-professed city girl, even appreciated nature in Hawaii. 

There was something about it that felt peaceful and safe.  Being there, I was finally able to let my mom go . . . that is, I finally let her rest in peace.  My counselor tells me this means that she will come back to me now.  And I do have to say, there has been a peace and a happiness and a lightness about me I haven't known for a long time. 

Life Is . . . Better

The doctor took me off tamoxifen. And I did a three mile run today.  IN MAUI.

Really? Again.

I friggin' hate tamoxifen.  And, yes, this is another post about how I hate tamoxifen.  The regular migraines.  The weight gain despite eating less.  The irritability. 

OH THE IRRITABILITY.  (On the other hand, it's not too much to ask that all the laundry - the socks, the underwear, the pants the swimsuits and the sweatshirts don't all go in the same drawer.  I think most people have a reasonable expectation, and expedite in practice, the theory that separate items of clothing belong in separate drawers.)

My poor family.  There is nothing NOTHING they can say to me right now that is going to be a reasonable statement, comment, or question.  Because my hair looks terrible and I am very tired.  Ten hours just doesn't cut it anymore.  Also I want to petition right now that synchronized diving is no longer an olympic sport.  If that can be an olympic sport then so can Zumba. 

And my poor son.  Never in his eleven years has he ever once been prepared for school or summer camp the night before.  But today, for the first time ever, I snapped at him about it.  (That being said, it's good to know he can be scared of me.  That could come in handy in a few years.)

Anyway,  my husband wants me to stop taking this drug.  I DON'T KNOW WHY HE CAN'T JUST BE FRIGGIN HAPPY THAT I AM DOING THIS SO HE HAS A BETTER CHANCE OF HAVING ME AROUND FOR LONGER.