So, it really is all about me. And it’s about time.
Enjoying my final week at the job I’ve had since September. Looking forward to starting a new job, close to home, right in Tacoma. Even better. No more of this crap-
However, I want to stop changing jobs now. It’s time to settle down. Because otherwise, I feel like life is finally getting back to normal.
So, back to me. Last week I did a couple of things.
One day Dave, me and the dogs took a walk to Day Island.
And then there’s me-in baggy pants. Jeesh.
See what I mean? No one has ever told me those pants looked like riding jodhpurs.
The next day I did the bar run-starting from Dorky’s in beautiful downtown Tacoma.
Me and 40 or 50 of my closest friends running in the dark through downtown. It’s really quite a blast. I tried to interest Dave in a stroll but he was more interested in the games than the run.
Did I mention I got a new Cybershot? Well I did and it’s pretty small and you can get your finger in front of the lens if you aren’t careful.
See where this is going-because here’s the pic Dave took of me running by him on the street.
The bulbs are really coming up.
And Jack got out last week. Which I thought might be good for him, because I am having a wee bit of an issue with cats these days.
First it was this-
Innocent enough, a couple of balls of yarn brought upstairs.
But then, just the other day, I went downstairs and found this
What? (returning to the scene of the crime)
Someone has a problem. Although…
I did find the color grouping and the combination of textures intriguing.
No wait-obviously the next purchase is a door to the stash. Because someone is out of control.
This weekend I raced.
There’s me-running in the pink.
I ran well and after 9.3 miles I was done.
How great is that? But the best part is today, when I read the results, I was #1 in my age group. The worst part is that they got my age wrong and they think I am 59. Say what? I sent an e-mail today to correct. I still placed, in top 5 masters, 2nd in my age-my real age that is.
Because 59? No, I can’t even cheat and feel good about that.
So, as my favorite saying goes-
That’s enough about me, what about you, what do you think of me?