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Yesterday was a bit of a tough day. It was one year ago that John and I lost our beloved, Tighe. I put a wreath out on his grave and spent a few minutes with him. That, of course, resulted in major tears, which I am again experiencing right at this moment. Although our girls bring us much happiness, our Noble Tiberius can never be replaced. We miss him desperately.
OK, enough sadness for today.
Not much of a Christmas person, but this year I'm doing my best to get into the spirit. My nice big fat bonus check has definitely helped improve my rather Grinch-like mood. Hopefully the rest of our employees will be happy with their checks and the morale will improve. I'm not holding my breath, though.
I've been going to the gym twice a week for 3 weeks now and I am already starting to see some improvements. I feel stronger and I'm building my stamina. I like my trainer, Joe, a lot. He's not very talkative which is just fine by me. I get to really concentrate on myself for about 3 hours a week. No cell, no e mail, no interruptions. I try not to think about work during my sessions and I feel a change in my mind as well as in my body. Maybe this is kind of like yoga? Now I know why people meditate.
Still have lots of wrapping to do. I was up at 5:30 this morning to try to get a jump on the wrapping situation, but only got a couple of gifts completed. I did, however, get everything organized and I went over my list to be sure I had purchased a gift for all those who had been nice. Well, the naughty ones got a little something as well. I'm really hoping for an I Pod, so we'll see if that shows up under the tree for me. I got John Sirius Satellite radio, so he'll be able to listen to Howard Stern's new show. I'm hoping to really surprise him with that.
Not much else going on. Just the usual year end craziness. I'm not taking much time off between Christmas and New Years, but the office is usually quiet so I should be able to concentrate and wrap up the year. Quiet will be nice.
We're in the middle of a nasty ice storm. It started early evening and has continued and gotten much worse. I put The Girls out to do their last pee pee of the night, and poor Campbell got stuck on an ice patch. I couldn't get her to move to come back inside, and I couldn't get down the porch steps as they are covered in ice. I ended up having to get in the truck and drive up to the front, coax her off the ice, then shove her in the truck and drive back to the garage. It's always something with that one....Barrett, on the other hand, went out, peed, and came right back in and hopped into her crate. I always thought she was the dense one. Good motherly instincts on my part. Joe kicked my ass tonight. This was my fifth session with him at the new gym in town. I'm already starting to feel the results, but haven't been able to see them yet. He's a really great motivator, without be all cheerleader-ish. If that was the case, I'd have to kill him. On Tuesday, we worked upper body, then Joe had me hop on the elliptical machine and go out a full sprint for two minutes. Two minutes didn't sound like a long time, but about 20 seconds into it, I realized I hadn't run in about 5 years. Well, I was huffing and puffing, but I completed my two minutes (and at a mighty nice clip, I might add). Tonight, though, I hopped on for just a minute to get my heart rate up and had a little pop in the surgically repaired left knee. My sprint came to a screeching halt and there was a mild panic about how badly I had hurt myself. Luckily, the sharp shooting pains passed, and I went about my work out. I did, however, whip the cryo packs out of the freezer and wrap my knee up when I got home. The swelling is looking better. We set the tree up tonight. Having it standing up in the kitchen was just not doing it for me. John moved it into the living room, and we had a Clark Griswold moment when we cut the netting from the tree. Thankfully, the branches didn't blow out any windows, but I've got one fat tree in my living room. I plan on decorating tomorrow evening. Hopefully John will be finished with this ice storm and will participate in trimming the tree. I'm not holding my breath, but one can always hope! I need to finish up some work then it's off to bed. Here's hoping the roads are clear in the morning!
It was bad enough yesterday to awaken to the harsh reality of December 1st, but to finish off the day getting my butt kicked by my new personal trainer was a real treat. Oh joy... Yep, not too happy to be dealing with the turn of the calendar. I simply cannot fathom that December is upon us. I'm experiencing one of those, "stop the world, I want to get off" moments. The days are just flying by. Not to mention the nights, which seemed to be filled with me frantically trying to cram in all the little things I enjoy. Like reading. Or blogging. : ) Not enough time... I figured since I've already got time issues that I would continue to fill my schedule with really fun things. Like work out with a personal trainer at the new gym in town. Yes, fun. Not! Holy Hell! I can barely move today. For my first apppointment, which was complimentary (I can't even imagine paying to have this man hurt me), Joe and I did a total body work out. Check that. I did a total body work out. Joe spent a lot of time looking nervous and asking me if I was OK. I think he's regretting not asking me to note my next of kin on my enrollment form. I have to say, last night was not a pretty sight. At least I handled 10 minutes on the treadmill well. I could easily fail to mention that it was set on "geriatric," but, why tempt the excercise gods? They seem to be a bit pissy these days as it is. Luckily, typing doesn't include much more than my fingers, which are about the only things I can move without me wincing in pain. I hope to be feeling better tomorrow. Being able to walk down the stairs rather than scoot down on my ass will be a definite bonus. I'm going to need a fire extinguisher for my quads.... I need to pull the Christmas decorations out this weekend. John will be at the farm all weekend, so we'll probably stop by to pick out a tree. It's The Girls first Christmas, so I'm excited about that. It will be fun to spoil them. Some more. : ) At least this year I will have some company over to see the tree and the house while it's decorated. Usually, John and I are so busy running all over that we never have time to have people to our home. It always seems like a waste to decorate. However, my brother and his family are coming up from Alabama right after Christmas for a visit. I can't wait to see everyone. We're having Christmas dinner on the 28th, then going into the city to see The Christmas Spectacular at Radio City. It's such a wonderful show. I'm sure the kids will love it, as will the adults. After, we're going to come back to my house for a very relaxed evening of pizza and drinks. Should be fun. So the thought of having family over is keeping me motivated to decorate. Now if I can just drag the boxes up from the basement....
