Randomosity

I apologize in advance for my lack of wit. I'm a sleepy bunny.

This week has been so insane. I've been staring at the blog, trying to think about what to write... but sometimes my head gets so full of things.... I can't sort through it all enough to put it down... So....it's gonna be random, folks.

Sunday was interesting. We were having a ridiculous cold spell, because snow in May makes sense..... UGH. Turns out it was the same morning my roommate, my friend (her boyfriend), her sister and her coworkers were heading out to do the Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk. 5 miles... in the cold, windy weather. I woke up feeling frustrated with my hair... it's at that weird length where it wants to grow out....but won't. It's curly, naturally....but not those super great tight curls...it's big ol' wavy curls that have now been cut to the point where all it'll do in the back is flip out. Not cute.

Cut to the last mile of the walk, where I wanted to smack myself for complaining about my hair, while I'm walking with women who have lost their hair due to chemo. Not only that, I cut my hair to donate to Locks of Love. So there I was, walking with a sore back (from the furniture adventures the night before) and a blister on my left heel. I felt like a selfish jerk.... and decided to push through those 5 miles, and was inspired to push harder every time a woman walked past me with a survivor sash. Get over yourself, Liz.

As for the furniture I attempted to work on this weekend.... Frustration abounds. I bought two ugly-ish tables from a nice, kinda nerdy guy via Craigslist. They're a gross dark, laminate looking wood. I attempted to paint them, and it was disastrous. A drippy, icky mess. I'll chronicle this disaster once I fix them and post the whole story.

In the meantime, here's an interesting thing I keep running into. I call it "The Invisi-Train." Twice, now, I've gotten caught at this railroad crossing, taking the back roads to my house. TWICE... there was no train. Everyone else figured out a way to show their infinite impatience by peeling out into a u-turn or literally driving through and around the tracks. I am of the belief that the day I decide to do something that illegal and risky, is the day I get smooshed by a commuter train (and what dignity is there in that?), so I end up waiting in a parked car for 20 minutes.

Curse you, GHOST TRAIN!