I've got a rock and roll, I've got a rock and roll heart

Um, coon's age much??? Two weeks ago today was my last update. This is unacceptable. I LOVE to blog, but sometimes am straight-up too lazy to do it. How sad is that?...too lazy to blog. Please don't judge me.

Despite me lack of social life these days, it feels like I've been stretched so thin and have been SUPER busy the last couple of weeks. I think this is mostly due to the fact that my responsibilities at work are getting out of control. I'm kind of an office over-seer in a way...not that I'm in charge of anything, I just kind of generally track jobs that are ongoing. So when one person has a question about one said job, they expect an answer right away, as they oh-so-quickly forget that rather than thinking about ONE job, I'm thinking about SEVEN jobs. Not to drown in my own waters of self-pity, but my inbox is never cleared out, I'm always running from one end of the office to the other, constantly taking phone calls and am exhausted by day's end. Thank you Lord, for providing me with a busy workplace and job security. I hating it, but LOVING it.

Which leads me to the announcement...my boss is going to hire me an assistant. What, WHAT?! Yes, it's true. When we transition into our newly purchased office building, I will no longer wear one of the fifteen hats that I do. I will gracefully pick and choose which responsibilities will no longer be mine...and bequeath them to a lesser soul. (Okay, that was slightly dramatic.)

(Sorry for all the work talk...lately it's been consuming my life.) My boss gave me and my Interior Decorator of a mother-in-law free creative reign to choose carpet, paint, light fixtures, etc. for the new office building! I'm beside myself with excitement. BUT...I've realized there's a downfall. My MIL is so into what she does, bless her heart. That every free moment she and I are together she's talking paint and blinds and carpet. To her that's fun...to me, I associate that with work. And I subsequently associate work with a coworker who's been less than pleasant lately.

*Exhausted sigh* All that said...I'd like to not talk about work anymore.

My goal over the next few weeks is to get Dan to be my running buddy. I love, love, love running outside on the sidewalk by our apartment on Saturday and Sunday mornings, but the road is pretty isolated. Call me paranoid, but I just do NOT like running along unless it's in a super populated place. (I hear about all these women who run alone and get abducted - and even worse - and think to myself, Idiot...that's what happens when you go by yourself. Yet, when they headed out, they probably thought themselves just as safe as I do, you know?) You know never what can happen. So I'm trying to convince Dan to be my body guard/running partner. Maybe appealing to the protector in him will work :)

Last week I reached a major milestone goal in my running. I'm keeping it quiet though, because it's still not an incredibly far distance, but for me it's a reason to celebrate!

I'm becoming less and less a fan of facebook. I don't like how they've changed the "interests" sections to automatically group your interested into a broader range. It's like they're controlling what you say and changing how you present yourself without even notifying you. If it wasn't for LauraBeccaKatie and my sisters, I'd close mine out. Fo' sho'.

Oh my goodness. Last night our refrigerator was on the verge of catching on fire. We were heading to bed at 10:00, but decided to, and I quote, "live dangerously" and stay up until 11:00 to see the end of Celebrity Apprentice. (Farewell Cyndi Lauper...) Anyway, all evening we'd been smelling this awful, stale cigarette smoke-esque scent. We figured it was the lady who lives below us and smokes on her balcony all the time. (Gross.) It started getting stronger and I was getting a bit concerned. All-of-a-sudden we heard this screeching noise like something was shorting out. We searched the kitchen for the source and all the while the smell was getting stronger. Dan moved the fridge out from the wall and we realized that it sounded like the inside of the fridge was like shorting out or something! We unplugged it pronto and called emergency maintenance. A nice man came right away and said, "It's a good thing you guys caught this and didn't go to bed. It might have caught fire. We'll get you a new fridge up here, first thing tomorrow morning." The good news is, we get a new, clean fridge. The bad news is, it's just like our old one...sans ice cube tray holder :( We'd just been complaining about living in an apartment and all the woes that come with it. But when we were told we'd be getting a new, FREE fridge, we kind of felt sheepish before God for griping out what we have. We kind of felt like it was a little reminder to be grateful for what we have and where God has us right now...instead of always wishing for more. Anyway, a long story for a less than exciting conclusion. Sorry.

Alas, it's 3:38 and I still have oodles to do before 5:00. I feel like the time I leave should be determined by how much work I do...not the clock. I've definitely already put in a full day's work by now. Ah, 8-5 jobs. How I love you...

Good Streams In The Desert to come! Just because I haven't been blogging doesn't mean I haven't been devo-ing!