This morning I awoke to a lovely headache (yet another reminder of the dryness of the desert--must drink agua!) so I took a little happy pill and chugged a Nalgene and now . . . I. FEEL. GREAT. Anyway, I have this "new" habit of waking up late, like 7:15 when I'm suppose to be at work at 8:00 late. Good thing my commute is a quick 9-minute jaunt across town. I was needing a little musical goodness to brighten my morning so I turned on the radio and fell on the country station (another "new" thing--country is nice in the mornings, people. Don't judge.). During the news brief they unveiled the results of the big TOWN VOTE last night in Portales. Are you ready for the results? Here you go!:
You can NOW order alcoholic beverages in restaurants on Sundays. Waaaaahooooooooo!!
I nearly wet my drawers laughing. I know I'm being a butthead, but really New Mexico? Wasn't Jesus's first miracle turning water into wine? Juuuuuuuuuuust sayin. I live in the real Southwest.
Next I came into work (only a couple minutes past the hour) and called my mom to tell her to be on the lookout for my brother's Christmas gift coming via Postal Serv. Funnily enough he called her last night to tell her the exact same thing. I guess great (and biologically similar) minds think alike. Ahhh life's wonders. I then proceeded to chat her ear off while she was making Christmas baklava (ohhhh maaaahhhh gawwwwd YES) and other delicious cookies which will no doubt hurt my waistline next week. Once I mentioned the headache + happy headache pill remedy she said, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh so THAT'S why you're so chatty today!" Ouch, Mom. I responded with a really mature, "Oh yeah? Well you made me so you clearly made me chatty." Good one. Point: Mom.
She ended the conversation by telling me that it was almost time for the Price is Right to come on and I nearly burst into tears. I do miss the days of hearing el capitan get out of bed and watching him put on his flight suit through my baby bird morning eyes, then trudging to the kitchen to make us a coffee and yogurt breakfast . . . followed by some serious couch and PiR time, gym, lunch with el cap', then more randomness until el cap' came home. All things considered, it's probably heathier for me to have a job. I could feel myself becoming a Hermit with each drop of the Plinko chip . . .
Today is a pretty wild day in the non-profit world. I'm busy advocating (one of our overused words, like "synergy" or "historically" or "get exciiiited!" in other lines of biz . . . ) for a couple of my clients today and will be here until a healthy 6:30 this evening. I've never been more ready for mountains. BOOM.
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