I think this is going to be the #1 slowest moving month of my life as I wait to move into the new place. I’m struggling with not looking at new bedding – yes, my bedroom will finally be pink, because at this point in life it’s all about me and pink is what I love. I’ve pretty much cancelled all plans for the month of May in an effort to save every penny I have so that I can do a little decorating once I get there. We’ll see if that actually happens, though. Isolation be damned! I want a pretty apartment! And looking at my finances has me thinking about that part-time job again. Having some extra cash sounds glorious right now, so I may just have to do it.
Matty and I went on another little walk/run Tuesday night, but this time he did bark at other dogs a few times. I tried to remain calm and just move him along when that happened and it seemed to work. I took my pedometer this time and it seems our loop is just short of a mile, so tonight I want to do it twice. it’s so cute how tired he is after our run, when he just plops himself on a pillow on top of the loveseat like he’s the king. That might be my favorite part of it all. So while I haven’t been to the gym, I have been doing a little exercise, so I’m not totally angry at myself.
After much resistance and fighting with myself in my head yesterday I decided to suck it up and hit the softball field last night after work for practice. I really hadn’t had a glove on my hand in 20 years, nor touched a bat in that same amount of time. Luckily pretty much everyone, with the exception of 2 guys, was mediocre to sucky, so it was actually quite fun. I caught wayyy more balls tonight than I caught in both kickball season combined…who woulda thought it was easier to catch a softball than a big red kickball? Not me. I wasn’t as good a hitter as I’d been in my younger days, but I wasn’t completely horrible either. I need some work, for sure, but I’m ok with it. Best of all – I just had fun. That was enough for me.
The real iffy part of it all was looking like a jackass in front of MHITG, but Allison tried her best to squash that by saying to me, “Barista, he’s married. It’s not going to go anywhere.” I laughed before she added, “I hope that wasn’t too blunt.” I knew she was right, but it wasn’t about it going anywhere, just that I get nervous around hot guys. Lucky for me he wasn’t at practice, so I got to relax and just have a good time, and now I’m not worried about seeing him. Yeah, I get that I shouldn’t feel like that in front of him, but I do. End of story.
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