Discipline doesn't look good on me

Last night, I dragged myself to the gym with the intention of running 4 miles and swimming some laps.  Unfortunately, I found the book I'm reading in my bag, walked out to the patio by the tennis courts and read for 2 hours.  The bad news: the only exercise I got was the walk to and from my car.  The good news: I finished my book, The Last Summer (of You and Me) by Ann Brashares.  She is the author of the Traveling Pants series, but this book is a lot more mature.  May not be suitable for younger audiences, if you know what I'm saying.  But, it was all sorts of sad and frustrating  and joyful, and I liked it. It also made me think of Rehoboth.  

My good friend Anna is getting married this weekend and I found a way to go.  I'm very excited for her and know it will be a beautiful wedding and fabulous party.  So, looking forward to that.  

Also. Breaking Dawn in released in 2 days and it is taking everything I have not to Google the spoilers.  Everything. I. Have.  Yes, I am one of those girls and I don't even care anymore.

Paperless

I just made another small step in reducing my carbon footprint by getting all my monthly bills paperless and through email.  Really though, I did this because I was so sick of losing all my bank and credit card statements and being even more of a unorganized mess.  Hopefully this helps.... all of us.

Jen's got me into Mad Men.  Good show, once you get over how misogynistic it is.  Really, the way women were treated back then is so depressing.  Almost makes me feel bad for Hillary. Almost.

 It's on AMC and getting all sorts of good reviews. The entire first season is also OnDemand for free. Season 2 starts up next week so get on it.

This weekend I did some shopping, which I don't really enjoy doing, but it was the Anniversary Sale, which is like a pretty big deal, so I went.  I bought one jacket for $20.  It was regularly $80 but it's Anniversary price was $40, then I got another $20 off using like Nordstrom Bucks or something Jen had.  That was nice of her to let me use her Nordstrom Bucks.  Thanks, Jen.

I also found some great finds at Urban Outfitters.  Urban Outfitters pretty much symbolizes the style I wish I had if I was more indie and less lazy.  Except, I wish I didn't have to shop there.  Their stuff looks like it was found in a back alley vintage clothing store in Soho, except it's all made in Taiwan and overpriced.  Ironic, no? Well, certainly outrageous. 

I need a boyfriend.

That's it.

Swimming

I bought a legit lap swimsuit last night and hit the pool for a "work-out." 

It didn't go well. 

Listen, I'm not trying to get to Beijing or anything here, but I just want to be able to swim a few laps without looking like a drowning lurp.  I consider myself fairly coordinated, but I cannot for the life of me get my freestyle down.  I flail about, choking down chlorine water, all the while the lower half of my body is sinking to the bottom of the pool and I'm trying to stay on the surface.  It's not pretty.  Am I too old to take swim lessons? 

This is Dara Torres, not me. I can tell you I look nothing like this when I swim.

On a not-so unrelated note: Michael Phelps is smokin' hot, right up until he starts talking and then, not so much.

Indicative

Usually, I'm not a bigger dreamer (when I sleep. I'm not talking about any metaphorical "reach for the s

tars" kind of th

ing here). When I sleep, I'm asleep and I'm so asleep that I'm not hesitant to compare it to being in a coma.

However, when I do dream, it's usually the same two reoccurring dreams.  One is when I'm in some way or another, back at Enterprise High School, ASB president again and having to like, plan the Homecoming rally while retaking all my classes.  I never know why I am back there, but I am and I don't know anyone.  

The other reoccurring dream I have is where I'm back at my old job at Hamilton's, the restaurant where I served during college. The restaurant in my dream looks nothing like it does in real life.  My section gets increasingly packed as my dream goes on and I'm completely frazzled.  I get so busy and panicked that I forget to bring out salads, forget to send in orders, I'm dropping plates....it's a mess.  

I've done a little research on the meaning of dreams and have come to find out that both of these dreams, especially the going back to high school, is reflective of some sort of feeling of incompetence. It can also be a indicator of change. Very interesting. Dreams are so weird.  

Weather in Sacramento could not be better.  Don't really see or smell any effects of the fires.  However, I'm told the historic Freedom Festival in Redding is cancelled. That's kind of a big deal for Redding so things must be bad up there.