I wish I liked to run. I really do. Actually, my first wish is that I had a wicked high metabolism so that I didn't have to run at all...but since that's never going to happen I've reverted back to just wishing that staying in shape wasn't so much flipping work.
No one believes me when I say that I hate running, which I really don't understand because since when does doing something regularly automatically mean you enjoy it? I do the dishes every night after dinner because I like to have clean dishes to eat on the next day and hate for the kitchen to be a mess. I clean the bathroom every week because otherwise, that's just gross. I pay the bills every month because I like having electricity. None of these are things I would say I enjoy. I run every day because I like my clothes to fit and I like eating dessert. That's it.
Some people claim to hit a runner's high after a couple miles and say that running makes them feel more refreshed and energized than anything else in the world. Liars. I've never come close to finding this elusive runner's high and let me tell you, I've searched long and hard for it. I try to do at least a couple miles five or six days a week but I've also done several 10k's in my day and I ran cross country in high school. And did I ever hit this high that made me forget the cramp in my side and the ache in my legs and just want to go all Forest Gump and keep running and running and running? Um, no. And I say, if a 10k isn't a long enough distance to hit that euphoria then it ain't gonna happen.
Maybe if Zack wasn't such a good cook and cheesecake didn't taste so darn good this wouldn't even be an issue.
Anyway, I've been doing this running thing for the past five years or so; ever since I graduated from high school and realized that without a ball coach screaming in my face to get my butt up the basketball court I might not be able to fit in my clothes quite as well. You'd think after five years I'd reach a point where I if I didn't enjoy it, I could at least be comfortable enough with the daily run to not dread it. You'd think that wouldn't you? Well, you'd be wrong. Every day after work I drag myself home, change into my shorts and tennis shoes and drag myself to the park to run. And every day I dread it just as much as I did the day before.
On a side note, as far as I'm concerned the best thing about running is that I can justify getting new, super awesome running shoes much more often than I could if I depended on my other day to day running around to wear them out. And I'm a big fan of new shoes.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
The Saints, the CATS and the Underdawgs
Aside from the CATS getting absolutely spanked by Florida, it's been a good weekend. As much as it pains me to say this, we just don't have much of a football team to speak of. And that makes me very sad.
One of Zack's best friends was in town this weekend, along with his girlfriend, so we met up with them Saturday night to watch the game and have dinner. This particular friend just so happens to be from eastern Kentucky like I am (Powell County specifically) so even though I've only met him a few times, he's the kind of guy you feel like you've known forever after only talking to him for a few minutes. Beyond Zack getting to hang out with his buddy and me getting the chance to know him a little better, it was really really nice to see a familiar face (not to mention a Kentucky face) down here.
We went to Cooter Brown's to watch the game. I guess its your typical dive sports bar on the edge of a college campus but it has a pretty cool history behind it, 15 big screen TVs and all kinds of different oyster preparations on the menu so Zack and his buddy were all about it. I anticipated going in that getting someone in this town to broadcast a KY vs. Florida game when LSU was also playing would be nothing short of impossible. Luckily the LSU game ended before Kentucky got started. Then again, the first quarter of the game was kind of like watching a car wreck on TV over and over again so maybe we didn't get all that lucky. To say that it was painful to watch gets the Understatement of the Week award. I think we all spent the first 15 minutes of that game in a continual cringe as Tebow and the Gators marched all over us. Seriously Hartline, what were you thinking? I could get out there and throw a bunch of incomplete passes. We left at halftime (our appetites finally won out over our sense of Big Blue loyalty) so we didn't get to see the knock-out but from what we heard it was pretty horrible. Poor Tebow. Even though he's come in and embarrassed us several years in a row now, it's still hard to hate the guy. He's just so good at what he does; I really like watching him play. Just don't tell anyone I said that.
We decided that the one place we wanted our guests to absolutely try while they were in town was The Joint; the same little hole-in-the-wall bar-b-q place we took my sister and her boyfriend when they were here last month. It was still every bit as scary getting there and the neighborhood is still every bit as shady...but the food was once again incredible. And really, if you're not willing to take your life in your hands on the quest for the best bar-b-q in the world you probably don't deserve it anyway. I've never had ribs like these. I think I'm drooling a little bit as I sit here and write this. They're so good that my sister, who really doesn't even like meat all that much, has begged me to find some way to ship them to her back home. Can you do that? Could I FedEx a carton of ribs to her? Is that possible? If the Audubon Zoo can mail a bunch of penguins back to themselves after Katrina, I don't really see why I couldn't. Hmmm...
The last stop of the night was Tipitina's which is a fairly famous music bar down here. Famous in that several big name people kind of got their start playing there from what we're told. Don't ask me who these people are, I'm just repeating what I've heard. Famous or not, the bands playing Saturday night were both really really good. The opening act was a contemporary jazz band (yeah, I didn't really know what that meant either) whose music was a combination of jazz and rap and hip hop. It was great! I don't think you would even have to like jazz, rap or hip-hop to appreciate what they were doing. The guy who played the jazz trumpet seemed especially talented and apparently, the group is up for a Grammy nomination this year. Not too shabby.
Shamarr Allen and the Underdawgs
Sundays are pretty laid back days around our house now. After church we usually either watch the Saints game or take a nap or in my case, lay on the couch and read a good book. Zack actually prefers to watch the Saints game while taking a nap but I'm not quite that talented. I've never really been into pro football, mostly I guess because I've never lived anywhere that had a team to root for. (Unless you count the Bengals, who can't manage to stay out f jail long enough to win many games). The Saints are a BIG deal down here though. They are kind of a representation of the rebuilding of New Orleans I think. It was a really big deal when they finally came back after Katrina and a lot of people say that when and if they're able to win a Superbowl it will do as much for the morale of this city as anything else possibly could. Some people are saying this is their year; we'll see. They're looking pretty good so far.
And now its back to the regular grind of the workweek. I'd just like to remind everyone that my birthday is a mere one week (count 'em seven days) away. And Mom and Dad will be here next weekend!
Friday, September 25, 2009
My Job
It's been a good week. Nothing wild or crazy...actually nothing out of the ordinary at all. But good nonetheless.
I think I'm starting to get the hang of this whole "job" thing and the more comfortable I get with it, the better I like it. Let me rephrase that; the more comfortable I get with it, the more I enjoy being at work because the better I feel like I'm doing. I've liked it a lot from day one, I just don't like the feeling of not being very efficient at something because I don't know how to do it and that's how I felt a lot of the first couple weeks.
Not that I'm an expert at this point or anything, but I do feel like I'm starting to at least understand a little bit more about the big picture. I don't feel like I'm completely in the dark anymore. Now I'm only mostly in the dark. ;-) My favorite part is when the bosses let me tag along to important meetings with them. I don't usually understand everything that goes on in those things but man, I sure do learn a lot.
The more I get to know him, the more I really really like my boss too. Not only is he very good at what he does (from what I can tell), he's been just incredible about answering any questions I have and making sure that I'm learning a lot too. How many CFOs out there would let the new kid take control of their calendar and pencil themselves into it for Q&A sessions whenever they wanted? I think that's awesome! I feel very, very fortunate to have found a job that I not only like, but that is giving me this opportunity to learn as much as I can. And you know, even if I didn't like the job, at this point I'd feel darn lucky just to be gainfully employed at all. I know so many people (intelligent, educated, qualified people) who can't find work right now. If I were guessing, I'd say that a solid 50% of my MBA class still hasn't found jobs. How sad is that? A lot of my classmates had much more work experience coming into the program than I did too, so the fact that many of them are now struggling to find work makes me that much more thankful that I was able to. I'd have probably had a nervous breakdown by this point if I hadn't gotten this job. I couldn't take much more sitting around the house all day waiting.
In other news, one of Zack's good buddies and his girlfriend are going to be in town this wekeend, which we're super excited about. This guy was in our wedding so I know Zack is especially looking forward to getting to spend some time hanging out with him. The CATS play Florida tomorrow night so we're HOPING that we can find someplace in town that will be showing the game on ESPN2 so we can watch it with them. Zack thinks it shouldn't be a problem but I dunno...I'm thinking if LSU is playing at the same time it might be tough. Kentucky doesn't exactly get a lot of love down here in Tiger country. We'll see though. I'll let you know how that works out for us.
I think I'm starting to get the hang of this whole "job" thing and the more comfortable I get with it, the better I like it. Let me rephrase that; the more comfortable I get with it, the more I enjoy being at work because the better I feel like I'm doing. I've liked it a lot from day one, I just don't like the feeling of not being very efficient at something because I don't know how to do it and that's how I felt a lot of the first couple weeks.
Not that I'm an expert at this point or anything, but I do feel like I'm starting to at least understand a little bit more about the big picture. I don't feel like I'm completely in the dark anymore. Now I'm only mostly in the dark. ;-) My favorite part is when the bosses let me tag along to important meetings with them. I don't usually understand everything that goes on in those things but man, I sure do learn a lot.
The more I get to know him, the more I really really like my boss too. Not only is he very good at what he does (from what I can tell), he's been just incredible about answering any questions I have and making sure that I'm learning a lot too. How many CFOs out there would let the new kid take control of their calendar and pencil themselves into it for Q&A sessions whenever they wanted? I think that's awesome! I feel very, very fortunate to have found a job that I not only like, but that is giving me this opportunity to learn as much as I can. And you know, even if I didn't like the job, at this point I'd feel darn lucky just to be gainfully employed at all. I know so many people (intelligent, educated, qualified people) who can't find work right now. If I were guessing, I'd say that a solid 50% of my MBA class still hasn't found jobs. How sad is that? A lot of my classmates had much more work experience coming into the program than I did too, so the fact that many of them are now struggling to find work makes me that much more thankful that I was able to. I'd have probably had a nervous breakdown by this point if I hadn't gotten this job. I couldn't take much more sitting around the house all day waiting.
In other news, one of Zack's good buddies and his girlfriend are going to be in town this wekeend, which we're super excited about. This guy was in our wedding so I know Zack is especially looking forward to getting to spend some time hanging out with him. The CATS play Florida tomorrow night so we're HOPING that we can find someplace in town that will be showing the game on ESPN2 so we can watch it with them. Zack thinks it shouldn't be a problem but I dunno...I'm thinking if LSU is playing at the same time it might be tough. Kentucky doesn't exactly get a lot of love down here in Tiger country. We'll see though. I'll let you know how that works out for us.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Counting Down...
It's September 24 and I've already started the countdown to Thanksgiving. It's 62 days away, if you're wondering. Gee oh, I'm almost as bad as the malls that start putting Christmas decorations up the week before Halloween. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays and I always look forward to it but I am this year especially. By that point we will have been in New Orleans for five months and I think it's going to be really exciting to be able to go back to Kentucky and see all of our friends and family.
Also, I'm already craving the food.
I say that like we're starving to death down here which believe me, is not the case at all. Quite the opposite in fact. There's so much good food to be had in this town its a little ridiculous. No matter where you are in New Orleans I can just about guarantee you're within spitting distance of at least ten incredible places to eat. So no, it's not that we can't get good food. It's just that there's nothing quite as good as a home cooked meal...especially one prepared by my mom and/or grandparents. There just isn't. And this is coming from someone who has eaten at some pretty great places in her day.
I can cook. Zack can really cook. We take turns fixing dinner and everything we make is usually really good. No complaints there. It's just not the same though, as eating a meal cooked by someone else. For the past year or so we've been in something of a food rut when it comes to dinner...though again this isn't something I'm complaining about. We've done it on purpose. A self-induced rut, if you will. We eat eggs for dinner probably three or four times a week. "Eggs??" you say. Eggs indeed my friend.
Don't worry--we supplement that with plenty of fruits and vegetables. And we change it up a lot. We do omelettes and quiches, scrambled eggs and fritattas. We make fried egg sandwiches and eggs in a basket. Sometimes we just eat bacon, eggs and toast. We started this habit about this time last year when we were both full time students and Zack was also working full time. Even then we ate dinner together every night but between our two crazy schedules, we rarely got finished with everything and home before eight or nine o'clock in the evening. And by that point in the day, who wants to cook a big meal? Plus, eggs are cheap. This was especially important since my school schedule kept me from having a job and we were trying to save for a wedding and law school and moving and everything else at the same time.
So yes, we ate a lot of eggs.
For that matter, we're still eating a lot of eggs...for many of the same reasons. They're still quick and cheap and pretty darn satisfying at the end of a long day. They still let Zack and I sit down to a meal that we've fixed at home and eat together without spending hours in the kitchen working on it. Where am I going with all this? I'm starting to ramble aren't I?
Basically, for the most part I really enjoy our simple (admittedly somewhat redundant) meals. At this point in our life together this is what works for us. That said, when you eat pretty much the same thing over and over and over you really start to crave those things you're not eating as often anymore. For me right not it's cornbread. I know, I know. It's weird. And I actually make pretty good cornbread so I could get my butt into the kitchen and make it myself if I were so inclined. But it's just not as good as Mom's. I'm also craving her chicken salad and my granddad's fried chicken and basically everything they always make for Thanksgiving dinner. Mmmmmm-mmmm! Bring on the turkey.
62 days and counting...
Also, I'm already craving the food.
I say that like we're starving to death down here which believe me, is not the case at all. Quite the opposite in fact. There's so much good food to be had in this town its a little ridiculous. No matter where you are in New Orleans I can just about guarantee you're within spitting distance of at least ten incredible places to eat. So no, it's not that we can't get good food. It's just that there's nothing quite as good as a home cooked meal...especially one prepared by my mom and/or grandparents. There just isn't. And this is coming from someone who has eaten at some pretty great places in her day.
I can cook. Zack can really cook. We take turns fixing dinner and everything we make is usually really good. No complaints there. It's just not the same though, as eating a meal cooked by someone else. For the past year or so we've been in something of a food rut when it comes to dinner...though again this isn't something I'm complaining about. We've done it on purpose. A self-induced rut, if you will. We eat eggs for dinner probably three or four times a week. "Eggs??" you say. Eggs indeed my friend.
Don't worry--we supplement that with plenty of fruits and vegetables. And we change it up a lot. We do omelettes and quiches, scrambled eggs and fritattas. We make fried egg sandwiches and eggs in a basket. Sometimes we just eat bacon, eggs and toast. We started this habit about this time last year when we were both full time students and Zack was also working full time. Even then we ate dinner together every night but between our two crazy schedules, we rarely got finished with everything and home before eight or nine o'clock in the evening. And by that point in the day, who wants to cook a big meal? Plus, eggs are cheap. This was especially important since my school schedule kept me from having a job and we were trying to save for a wedding and law school and moving and everything else at the same time.
So yes, we ate a lot of eggs.
For that matter, we're still eating a lot of eggs...for many of the same reasons. They're still quick and cheap and pretty darn satisfying at the end of a long day. They still let Zack and I sit down to a meal that we've fixed at home and eat together without spending hours in the kitchen working on it. Where am I going with all this? I'm starting to ramble aren't I?
Basically, for the most part I really enjoy our simple (admittedly somewhat redundant) meals. At this point in our life together this is what works for us. That said, when you eat pretty much the same thing over and over and over you really start to crave those things you're not eating as often anymore. For me right not it's cornbread. I know, I know. It's weird. And I actually make pretty good cornbread so I could get my butt into the kitchen and make it myself if I were so inclined. But it's just not as good as Mom's. I'm also craving her chicken salad and my granddad's fried chicken and basically everything they always make for Thanksgiving dinner. Mmmmmm-mmmm! Bring on the turkey.
62 days and counting...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sorry to Gross You Out But...
My hair is still falling out at an obscene rate. Also, I've developed a case of swamp foot.
First things first; my hair. I don't know what's going on. Ever since we moved down here my hair has been falling out by the hand full. I know its normal to lose something like a hundred hairs a day but this is way beyond that. This is gross. My hair is everywhere! It's all over the floors and the furniture and the bathroom vanity. I don't know how the drain in the shower hasn't completely clogged up because I know I'm losing tons of it every time I wash it. (I told you this was gross). Even Zack has noticed.
I don't know what the deal is though! I got my hair cut a few weeks ago before I started work and while I was there I asked the girl who cut it what she thought the problem might be. She blamed it on the heat and normal "summer shedding" that everyone has. I accepted that answer at first. My hair has never fallen out like this but I've also never lived in a climate as hot as this so I figured maybe she was right and it really was just my scalp's way of adapting to the change. But wouldn't you think that after nearly three months down here I would have gotten acclimated and the deluge would stop? I would. It hasn't though--if anything it's gotten progressively worse, so I'm thinking this must be something else.
Zack thinks I have some kind of vitamin deficiency. Ridiculous, I say! I've been eating all the same kinds of foods I've always eaten so I don't see how that could possibly be the case. I think this is all part of his three year campaign to get me to start taking a multi-vitamin every day. (I've never taken vitamins and I'm one of the healthiest people I know so why start now)?
So, any ideas? Has anyone else had this problem and if so, what caused it and what did you do to correct it? I'm really open to suggestions. At this rate, I'm going to be bald by Christmas.
Now, onto my swamp foot. I have self-diagnosed this but I feel pretty confident about that I'm right. Swamp foot is the first cousin to athlete's foot and in fact, biologically speaking they're one and the same. But since we live in the swamp and I think I've gotten this not from an over exertion on the playing field but just the sweating my feet now do over the course of a normal day, I have hearby dubbed it swamp foot. Can normal people submit suggestions for additions to the medical dictionary like they can for a regular dictionary? Does anyone know? If so, can we see about getting this one added?
Basically, I'm kind of falling apart.
First things first; my hair. I don't know what's going on. Ever since we moved down here my hair has been falling out by the hand full. I know its normal to lose something like a hundred hairs a day but this is way beyond that. This is gross. My hair is everywhere! It's all over the floors and the furniture and the bathroom vanity. I don't know how the drain in the shower hasn't completely clogged up because I know I'm losing tons of it every time I wash it. (I told you this was gross). Even Zack has noticed.
I don't know what the deal is though! I got my hair cut a few weeks ago before I started work and while I was there I asked the girl who cut it what she thought the problem might be. She blamed it on the heat and normal "summer shedding" that everyone has. I accepted that answer at first. My hair has never fallen out like this but I've also never lived in a climate as hot as this so I figured maybe she was right and it really was just my scalp's way of adapting to the change. But wouldn't you think that after nearly three months down here I would have gotten acclimated and the deluge would stop? I would. It hasn't though--if anything it's gotten progressively worse, so I'm thinking this must be something else.
Zack thinks I have some kind of vitamin deficiency. Ridiculous, I say! I've been eating all the same kinds of foods I've always eaten so I don't see how that could possibly be the case. I think this is all part of his three year campaign to get me to start taking a multi-vitamin every day. (I've never taken vitamins and I'm one of the healthiest people I know so why start now)?
So, any ideas? Has anyone else had this problem and if so, what caused it and what did you do to correct it? I'm really open to suggestions. At this rate, I'm going to be bald by Christmas.
Now, onto my swamp foot. I have self-diagnosed this but I feel pretty confident about that I'm right. Swamp foot is the first cousin to athlete's foot and in fact, biologically speaking they're one and the same. But since we live in the swamp and I think I've gotten this not from an over exertion on the playing field but just the sweating my feet now do over the course of a normal day, I have hearby dubbed it swamp foot. Can normal people submit suggestions for additions to the medical dictionary like they can for a regular dictionary? Does anyone know? If so, can we see about getting this one added?
Basically, I'm kind of falling apart.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Have a Heart
Somehow, I've gotten myself volunteered to participate in the American Heart Association's Heart Walk in New Orleans in November. I was looking for a volunteer opportunity where I could actually do something to help people and hopefully make some new friends in the process. The hospital where I work is sponsoring this year's Heart Walk, so that seemed like a good place to start. I sent an e-mail to the event coordinator asking if she still needed volunteers to help with the planning or setting up of the event and before I knew it, I was signed up to actually be on a team. I don't remember ever actually agreeing to it but here I am.
You have no idea how intimidating this is to me. I'm no good at stuff like this. I'm terrible at asking people to sponsor me for things, or donate money to a cause I believe in because...well I don't know why exactly. I guess I just feel bad asking people for money--especially in times like these when the economy is so sluggish and lots of people are having a hard enough time just getting by. I think I tend to feel like if people want to donate to a cause they will because it's important to them. I don't want to guilt them into it. Maybe I'm looking at this the wrong way. This is something I really feel strongly about and maybe I shouldn't see my support of a very worthy cause as a burden to someone else. I dunno.
Wow. I just reread the last two paragraphs and I'm pretty sure that's gotta be the worst sales pitch ever, of all time. See? Told you I was bad at this kind of thing. I'll try again. I'll tell you a little bit about why this particular cause is so important to me, and let you decide for yourselves how you feel about it.
An estimated 80,000,000 American adults suffer from some sort of heart disease. 80 MILLION. That's one in every three adults. This is something I'm passionate about because its something that truly has or will affect probably every single one of us at some point in our lives; either us personally or someone we are very close to. There are hundreds of other very deserving organizations that you could choose to support; the American Cancer Society for example is another great one. But because heart disease is the number one killer today, I feel like maybe it is the one that the largest number of us can relate to.
Two of my grandparents have had heart attacks in the past five years. That's scary enough in and of itself, but scarier still because I know that heart diseases are to some extent hereditary so it makes me scared that the same thing will happen to my parents and then to me and my sister one of these days too. Both of my grandparents are otherwise very healthy; they don't smoke, they're physically active for their age and they're not overweight. I guess my point is, if it could happen to them it can literally happen to anyone.
The American Heart Association was founded way back in the early 1900's by a group of doctors who were concerned about the lack of information on heart disease that was available to the public. Since then, the AHA has grown into one of the largest volunteer health agencies in the world. A major part of their mission still today is to make people aware; to educate them on heart disease. Risk factors, what to look for, detection and prevention...you get the idea. There are four major branches of the AHA now, and Start! is the name of the one sponsoring the heart walk. It's all about promoting physical fitness/activity to stay healthy. And that's definitely something I can agree with.
Alright, enough with the history lesson. I'm going to wrap this up by posting a link to my Heart Walk website. I set a goal of raising $500 by November. I've never done this before so I have noooo idea whether that is realistic or not. Most people set goals in the thousands though, so I feel like surely I can manage to raise a few hundred. Please, please, please feel free to make a donation--each and every one, no matter how big or small, will be greatly appreciated and could help to save someone's life someday. And even if you don't make a donation, if you just want to go to the site and read a little more about AHA and the heart walk, that'd be great too.
You have no idea how intimidating this is to me. I'm no good at stuff like this. I'm terrible at asking people to sponsor me for things, or donate money to a cause I believe in because...well I don't know why exactly. I guess I just feel bad asking people for money--especially in times like these when the economy is so sluggish and lots of people are having a hard enough time just getting by. I think I tend to feel like if people want to donate to a cause they will because it's important to them. I don't want to guilt them into it. Maybe I'm looking at this the wrong way. This is something I really feel strongly about and maybe I shouldn't see my support of a very worthy cause as a burden to someone else. I dunno.
Wow. I just reread the last two paragraphs and I'm pretty sure that's gotta be the worst sales pitch ever, of all time. See? Told you I was bad at this kind of thing. I'll try again. I'll tell you a little bit about why this particular cause is so important to me, and let you decide for yourselves how you feel about it.
An estimated 80,000,000 American adults suffer from some sort of heart disease. 80 MILLION. That's one in every three adults. This is something I'm passionate about because its something that truly has or will affect probably every single one of us at some point in our lives; either us personally or someone we are very close to. There are hundreds of other very deserving organizations that you could choose to support; the American Cancer Society for example is another great one. But because heart disease is the number one killer today, I feel like maybe it is the one that the largest number of us can relate to.
Two of my grandparents have had heart attacks in the past five years. That's scary enough in and of itself, but scarier still because I know that heart diseases are to some extent hereditary so it makes me scared that the same thing will happen to my parents and then to me and my sister one of these days too. Both of my grandparents are otherwise very healthy; they don't smoke, they're physically active for their age and they're not overweight. I guess my point is, if it could happen to them it can literally happen to anyone.
The American Heart Association was founded way back in the early 1900's by a group of doctors who were concerned about the lack of information on heart disease that was available to the public. Since then, the AHA has grown into one of the largest volunteer health agencies in the world. A major part of their mission still today is to make people aware; to educate them on heart disease. Risk factors, what to look for, detection and prevention...you get the idea. There are four major branches of the AHA now, and Start! is the name of the one sponsoring the heart walk. It's all about promoting physical fitness/activity to stay healthy. And that's definitely something I can agree with.
Alright, enough with the history lesson. I'm going to wrap this up by posting a link to my Heart Walk website. I set a goal of raising $500 by November. I've never done this before so I have noooo idea whether that is realistic or not. Most people set goals in the thousands though, so I feel like surely I can manage to raise a few hundred. Please, please, please feel free to make a donation--each and every one, no matter how big or small, will be greatly appreciated and could help to save someone's life someday. And even if you don't make a donation, if you just want to go to the site and read a little more about AHA and the heart walk, that'd be great too.
This is a link to my personal Heart Walk page. You'll notice that I'm desperately in need of a little help to reach the $500 mark.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I Miss My Dog and CATS
Today's the first home football game of the season. It's also the first season opener I've missed in five years. Kentucky vs. Louisville and the CATS are up by 4 with just under 4 minutes to go in the 3rd quarter. The game is being televised on ESPNU, which of course is a channel we don't get here so I made Leah agree to send me score updates every few minutes.
I've had little bouts of homesickness since we moved down here but nothing too major. During the summer it almost just seemed like we were on an extended vacation. Now that school has started and football season is getting underway though, I'm realizing how much I miss home right now. I miss FOOTBALL TIME IN THE BLUEGRASS and tailgating with my family. I miss the feeling of Fall starting to arrive (its still in the nineties down here, with 100% humidity almost every day). I miss my friends. I miss my sister. I miss my dog.
I'm not knocking New Orleans 'cause there's a lot down here that I'm really liking too. It's just missing a few very important things...like seasons. Ah well. I'll leave you with this pic, even though its a couple years old now, just so you know that even down here in the bayou we're still bleeding blue.
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