The Case of the Missing Toaster and other Tid-Bits

So ya, I come into work today, prepped for the day with frozen bagel, empty coffee cup in hand. I head over the lunch room and WHOA, where's the toaster? This is not the first time it's gone walk-about so it leaves me to wonder how is the toaster so mobile. Is there some sick individual that likes to relocat the toaster randomly whenever they feel like it just to fuck around with people like me who prefer their bagels toasted to frozen? ARG, I wasted at least 15 minutes (work time) looking for the toaster.

I ran the 10K. It was easier than I though, I was more bored than anything else I imagined. What I imagined was twisted ankles, sore shins, tired legs, winded lungs, sheer exhaustion, but no, I was bored cuz it took so long. ha ha I came in at 59 minutes and a bunch of seconds...so basically an hour for 10K, which is weird cuz it takes me 34 minutes to run 5k. Oh, and I didn't come in last. There was 11 people out 99 that were slower than me. I'm impressed with me. WOO! Not a great time, but I finished and not last. I might try for a half marathon in the fall. We'll see...

I'm all moved. Did I mention how much I hate moving? I hate moving, but I'm done. Well, all my stuff is at B+'s house anyways. I need to unpack, which is a lot less stressful than packing and sorting in the first place. Jeez, I have a lot of crap.

The kiddo was at my parents this past weekend and week, and B+ was away for a "boys weekend" so I invited my friend S (ex-sister-in-law, and best friend) over for the weekend. We hit the bar scene on Friday night. I know it was a good night cuz in the morning, my feet were sore from dancing, there was hot peppers stuck to my shirt, a piece of pizza upside down on the floor, the entire contents of my purse spread out over the counter/floor, still dressed and half on, half off the sofa when I got up Saturday morning. We had a GREAT time. I really needed it after a super stressful week of moving.

In the week that I was moving, I put my back out, a rotator cuff seized, I had two canker sores, and 3 zits on my chin. A good indication that I was stressed is when my body starts to fall apart. I was falling apart, but I'm back at work and feeling 300% better save for the back thing, but I'm working on that with some deep tissue massage therapy. FUCK, it hurts when the guy digs his elbow into my ass cheek. I very clearly pointed out that this was the one and only time I didn't enjoy having a guys hands on my butt.

We're going camping next weekend. It will be a nice break for us to spend together. WOO!

Later gaters,
McB