Over the past few weeks, I have felt more and more like I am falling apart. I am stressing over mundane things that never bothered me before. Collin tells me I need to find an outlet for my frustration. This used to be that outlet. I think it can be again; it'll take some time.
Much has transpired in the last month and a half.
Step one of my teeth restoration was completed. No more root tips! Now I have two surgical implant posts screwed into my jaw. The next step (in about three to four months) is to have the abutments attached and temporary crowns place. About four weeks after that I will have the permanent teeth attached. I am so excited for this to all be done.
We are building our mileage base up in preparation for the Eugene Half Marathon in April. This week we are scheduled to do just over nine miles!
I am continuing to strive towards returning to school this fall; be it full or part time, it's going to happen. I would love to be able to go full time and work part time, but there are several pieces to this goal that have to come to fruition before definitive plans can be made.
Morning Two of working on this post. I only have five minutes so I am sure this will require some evening work or another morning. Ow, I think I just scratched my cheek...
Thoughts on basketball:
I'm not a fan; it is one of the most boring sports to watch, and way too high scoring. I think they should make it more interesting by mimicking soccer and hockey. Here's what they need to do:
Put a six and half foot tall, 300 pounds of solid muscle behemoth in front of the basket with a trampoline. He would be the goal tender; the trampoline would be for preventing shots outside the key, but once the player enters the key he's fair game. Oh, and the goal tender would be exempt from those lame ass technical fouls, but heaven help the player who gets one against him!
Ah, I have a wee bit of time to kill before our Thursday night shows. Just watched a disappointing hockey game while playing WoW. Sad face.
Yesterday was my father's 61st birthday. I hope I have the same attitude as him when I get older. I asked him how it felt to be 61, his response, "Like 29... A slow 29, but 29." I love him. Sometimes I am much too much like him. He raised me well, and I inherited a lot of his virtues. The only downside to these virtues is that I have a tendency to take on too much and give way too much of myself. Also I curse like a sailor and have a very dark and dirty sense of humor. I wouldn't trade that for anything.
The baby thing... We plan to do try for one in about fifteen months or so. It seems rather contagious at the moment, and the number of pregnant people I know seems to be growing.
I have some many things swirling around in my head that it gets kind of jumbled and I lose track of what I am trying to express. My extremely active brain is making all these plans of if this then that, if that then this, if here then there, and so on. It is moderately overwhelming. Thankfully I am blessed with a few people that I can vent to and share with all of my crazy notions and frustrations (Collin being one of the biggest "supporters of my [in]sanity").
I think this is long enough so I am going to go cook some apples.
