Tricia- 50 degrees is doable for runs. Today (I wish I could blow it your way!) its going to be 68 deg.
I didnt' get my belly dancing last night. What I got was a killer left earache inside the ear. It was completely swollen and inflammed. I took a decongestant, ibuprofen, 1 gram of vit. C, and went to bed. Bleh. I feel better now. I will do my belly dancing today instead.
The repairs went well. I am happy with our plumber, D'Martel. Dan is a great guy and gave us a really good price. He tested my tub when he was done and there didn't appear to be any further leak. I am hoping to test it myself tomorrow when the caulk is all dry. I expect to fix a chip on my tub, spackle the laundry room, and sand the computer room today. Or. I might take a fun day. We will see how it all plays out. The next thing on the list is which day the linoleum guys come, either tomorrow or Monday. I don't get the weekend off, but I will only have to deal with my own family instead of the hired help. Its easier in some ways and more tricky in others. Professionals: show up on time, don't speak Bear-anese (the home tongue of my family- yes I just made that up, but my family totem is the bear, and we do have a vernacular.) Family: sleeps late, growls a lot, but speaks the local language.
This morning I had the weirdest dream: I dreamt that I was Jim Caviezal's girl friend and that we were on the French Rivera for a vacation, and that he was being real mean to me about having gained a couple of pounds, then he was saying to his employees that he wanted me 'dealt with' which I took to mean that he intended to kill me, so then I being a bit of a fish, I dove in the water and took off, apparently he thought I was going to drown, like a fool he forgot that fat chicks float!! Then, he pretended like he wasn't trying to get me killed and we went on a helicopter ride (this is the part where I would never get on a helicopter with a guy I thought would kill me in real life but, hey, dreams are bizarre, right?) and the helicopter goes down in south America and a group of colombian drug gorrillas shoot it down. So, then I come to find out that Jim had paid them to kill me but I hide on the beach behind some drift wood. Then, there is this other group of militants that snatch me in hopes of getting a ransom, but when I tell them how awful my boyfriend is and that he won't give money for me at all, I persuade them to help fake my death after I transfer my handsome bank account via the internet to their account number. All of this is facilitated by an Australian mercenary who is working for this other group. Needless to say he is hot! But on another note so yea, I spent all night getting in trouble for gaining 3 pounds (not in real life!) and trying to please a jerk of a boyfriend (not real life!) and finding out that if I'm a fat chick I will always float to the top!!!




So. . .. yeah, thats how I roll, over in bed that is. lols.
I'm exhausted from all that swimming.
I plan to do my Tai Chi DVD tomorrow before breakfast.
Alisha