The bonus? Much more efficient reading.
The downside? Much less blogging.
In fact, I have rarely turned on my beloved Mac lately (though that is more likely due to the fact that I have some kind of issue that makes it constantly create HUMONGOUS log files that fill up my 120 GB hard drive. [Help? Anyone?])
As a result, I've neglected my "three things" posts, and I think that's a loss. As my life has gotten no less hectic or stressful, I should, no need to keep it up.
| Dare not wish to change even the slightest thing about a loved one without first understanding how it might change the rest of them. Besides, if the big picture is rocking you, why make a fuss over a few splots? | |||||||||||
1) Chi O!
2) Finishing finals + homework
3) Sleeping in after a long night of flight delays & homework
1) Watching the Smokey Mountains and Ohio River from the plane
2) Going home!
3) Swenson's burgers
I've been looking for new food & water bowls for Prada for some time. As it turns out, cat foot bowls are ugly. They come in bright colors and have cutsey pawprints on them. Gag.
Imagine my excitement when I see these beauties in my inbox.
Too bad they're $86(!) for the small version, as they'd look quite fab in my house.
1) not bringing my computer home from work
2)Tuesday night marathons of The Office on TBS
3) Going to bed at 11:00
1) First-time Homebuyers Tax Credits
2) Continuing Education Tax Credits
3) Property Tax Re-assessments
Ever wondered how many cups of coffee you could drink before it killed you?
You're not the only one, so the smart folks over at Energy Fiend made a handy little calculator called Death by Caffeine. It really puts all those Red Bulls into perspective...
1) Christmas-size snowflakes
2) Being on the news
3) Getting to talk about Garth Brooks on the news
Edit: I decided I want FOUR things today, as 12th-row Thrashers tickets are worth mentioning :)
1) Half-asleep James when I leave for work in the morning
2) Good deals on cute clothes
3) Team lunches
This weekend, I experienced the single scariest thing that has ever happened to me. I write about this, not for attention, but for the clarity and understanding I hope it will one day provide.
James and I started having "date night," either on Friday or Saturday. It's a night when we can spend time, just us, to relax and enjoy each other's company. I've made big strides in my life in the last six weeks (more on that later), and this has been instrumental in my life changes.
This week, we decided to check out Steele, an Asian/sushi place in the Plaza Midtown condo complex off West Peachtree. We LOVE sushi, so it seemed perfect.
As we prepared to leave the condo, I started seeing spots, like I'd looked at the light in the mirror too long. No big deal.
By the time we arrived at Steele, less than 1.5 miles away, I'd lost my peripheral vision.
After we sat down, within 10 minutes, I couldn't feel my right hand, save the sporadic tingle.
In 10 more minutes, my hand was fine.
In 10 additional minutes, I couldn't feel the lower right half of my face.
In 10 more minutes, I was fine.
Soon after we'd sat down, I started getting a little spacey. I couldn't remember little details about our upcoming Vegas vacation. No big deal, though, as we've never been and I don't know much about the city.
As James' and my conversation progressed, it became apparent that something was wrong. I could not remember common information -- the name of the Hoover Dam, the Bellagio, gondola rides and the Venetian. One of my favorite artists is Dale Chihuly, and while I can tell you most anything about his career, I couldn't remember his name. I couldn’t' tell you the name of our friend who lives with us, the name of one of my best friend's fiancées nor write the name of the street on which I live.
When it became clear that something was awry, we decided to go to the ER. However, by the time we arrived at the car -- I was fine. I knew all I had not known a mere 10 minutes prior. Even more, I knew the surprise at my prior condition; I knew something had been wrong, and I could explain that I had been conscious of it the entire time, despite my inability to articulate even the most simple point.
I went to the doctor on Monday – he could find nothing wrong, but could only suggest what I feared, the worst – possible stroke, inappropriate stress, aneurysm, brain spasm – all things that a 24-year-old should never experience. All things that my young husband and parents should not have to experience.
Yet here we all are, experiencing the unexperiencable… and for the first time, I feel like I can legitimately ask – why me?
1) Finishing seemingly unfinishable projects
2) Nice valets
3) Wonderfully Southern older women
I'm not really concerned about the subject of the following excerpt (Havana), I just love the opening. And I quote...
"When stuff happens you don't like, there's solace in knowing it was for a reason: when your hamster died, the little fella was old and not really enjoying himself anymore, and when the Buckhead strip closed, it was to keep you from being stabbed by visiting NFL players whose names rhyme with Ray Lewis." --from Thrillist
Becuase in 5 hours, give or take, you can drive to a variety of awesomely entertaining places.
In Georgia, 5 hours puts me in a variety of middle-of-nowheres, and I'm over it.
I've watched Forrest Gump no less than 20 times in my life. I have the soundtrack. I've visited the square in Savannah. I can quote damn near the entire movie.Even so, in my wonderful Midwestern existance, I never realized the value of Forrest's football career.
I get that all the occurances in Forrest's life were made to be happenstance situations that were actually signifigant parts of Americana. So please explain to me how I missed BEAR BRYANT?
I knew who Bear Bryant was in Ohio -- in fact, I still have a copy of some quotes of his that I took from the field house in high school. Good quotes, but I didn't know who he was to football, to college football or to Alabama. Imagine my suprise when it dawned on me yesterday that the man on my TV was not just wearing ANY houndstooth hat -- that was Mr. Hounstooth Hat himself!
It's such a shame I must hate Alabama, but Forrest Gump sure does make them slightly more likeable. :)
1) Trader Joe's fresh, whole-wheat, one-pound pizza dough for 99 cents
2) Gym x 2
3) Watching the purple sunset from my living room with hubs <3
1) Being thanked for my hard work on making Stew & Brew a repeated success
2) Getting a compliment on my aloe plants... again
3) 6.2 miles
Not feeling the pricetag though...
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