Irks and Perks

So many things (both good and bad) have transpired in the past few days that I have absolutely no idea where to start. I've tentatively titled this post "Irks and Perks" and have no choice but to give you the quick and dirty version of what's been going on lately. I'm really sorry I haven't posted. It's not for a lack of wanting to because honestly, not posting makes me just as angsty as when I miss a run. I think I've spent a total of 5 hours (not counting sleep) in my house this week, and I haven't even had a chance to spend quality time with the hubs, let alone have some quiet time with my blog. You guys know how it goes ...
  • I started my new job as a literary publicist on Tuesday. When I walked into my old supervisor's office on Tuesday morning we looked deeply into each other's eyes and gushed a high-pitched, girly "Hiiiiiiiiiii!" like two prepubescent girls backstage at a Hanson concert. I've only been on the job for 3 full work days, but I'm already deeply in love with my team of publicists (it's hot and heavy already) and as I've been sitting in training sessions learning about my role and responsibilities, I can feel myself salivating. As a social media publicist, I will be creating and executing publicity campaigns in an effort to garner media attention and book reviews via social media outreach. I told my mom I would be fiddling with Twitter and blogs all day and she said, "That's right up your alley".
  • For the past 2 days I've driven to the north side of Indianapolis to participate in training sessions at one of our organization's other offices. Driving through city traffic at 8 o'clock in the morning and then again at rush hour makes for a LONG, angry commute. And no matter how much I try to fight it, I end up coming home grumpy and wondering if my butt is getting flatter from all the sitting.
  • Last night I got home from training in Indy around 7:30 pm. I had barely enough time to squeeze in a quick run and heat up some pizza before I had to drive across town and pick up my husband from work at 9 pm. I drove him straight to the mechanic's so he could pick up his car that was having ignition trouble. Low and behold, on the drive back from the mechanic, Clayton's newly repaired car blew a tire. At first it was wildly hilarious and we chuckled at the irony of it all. However, while waiting for the tow truck at 11 o'clock at night, everything suddenly became less amusing.
  • On my way home from training this evening, Clay called me. He typically doesn't call while I'm driving on a busy highway because he doesn't want me talking on my cell phone and gesturing with my hands (I tend to speak rather animatedly ... even if the person I'm speaking too absolutely cannot see me and I'm driving on a 4-lane high way with a speed limit of around 70 miles per hour). But this story simply could not wait. Apparently just seconds before he called me, Clay let Joey outside to do his business on our back porch. Since it is rather chilly outside, Clayton closed the patio door and waited for Joey to go potty. However, poor little Joey didn't know that Daddy closed the door and after he finished going potty, he went barreling back towards the house and ... slammed his face right into the glass door.  After I laughed for a solid 10 minutes, I made sure Joey was okay. Clay assured me that he's just fine and the only injuries my dog sustained were to his ego.
  • Clay got me hooked on Bevis and Butthead and I feel like it automatically gives the government the right to revoke my college degree or audit my life. 
  • I'm not an expert, I don't have a master's degree, nor do I have any sort of scientific evidence to back up my findings, but I am 100% confident that I have the most adorable husband on the planet.  The other day we were talking about goodness-knows-what when Clayton uttered what has to be the greatest thing I've ever heard in my entire 26 years on this planet:
          Clay: "Yesterday I was sitting on the couch evening dreaming and ..."

          Me: "Wait. I'm sorry to interrupt, but what did you just say? You were evening dreaming?"

          Clay: "Yeah. It's like day dreaming, but after 5 p.m."

         Hook, line and sinker. You sir, have successfully made me fall in love with you all over again.


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