To Do Lists

I just read a blog regarding a list of 30 things to do before turning 30 (see Skinner Family News) and it sorta made me cringe. I am far, far past 30 so it is too late to do that list. So I'm going to shoot for a list of 45 things to do before turning 45.

Any recommendations on where I should start to create my list. I don't want it to be 45 things to be done in the next 5 years, because that would just be way too much, but I do want to challenge myself.

I guess I'll then need to come up with a project plan with sub-tasks and dependencies, etc. to make all of this happen.....

Maybe I should look more long term and go for a list of 60 things to do before 60. Should I make another list at 45 to be "5 more things to do before 50", and then so on?

Perhaps the first thing I should put on my list is "Have voices in your head agree on the parameters of the list and the rules around creating the list..."

Exercising at Work

I just read an article about treadmill desks and people who walk on the treadmill while working. I would love to do this, but there are a couple of hitches:

1. I end up in lots of meetings, how would one move the treadmill desk to the conference room
2. If I could make all of my meetings conference calls, would people wonder about all of my heavy breathing
3. Would if be considered an on the job injury and covered by workers comp insurance if I fell on the treadmill, which I would inevitably do, while "working"?

Thoughts, comments, anybody want to start a fund so that I can purchase one of these?

This Day Ain't Gonna Be Pretty....

Let it be said that as a child I don't think I ever had a problem getting out of bed. (Stop laughing hysterically, Mom, I said "as a child".) I recall getting up early on the first day of school, getting completely dressed, and then laying back down until my mom would come to get me up for breakfast and to catch the bus.

As I grew, I had a tendency to sleep in more and more and by the time I was in high school, it was becoming a little tougher to get up, but I still don't recall being a complete beast. Aside from weekends when I didn't have to get up, but Dad would miraculously have to trim the grass and/or bushes directly outside my window, and a couple of times when I had a bit of a "headache" from enjoying myself a smidgen too much the night before, I usually got up early. (And, yes, kids, I was not perfect in high school and I did imbibe when I shouldn't have. Do as I say and don't drink until you are of age and not as I did.)

Anymore, I'm back to being an early riser. On weekends, I typically don't sleep past about 6:30 or 7:00, although I often do take a little nap in the afternoon. However, during the weeks, I have a slightly tougher time.

I am a snooze button girl. I admit it. I will hit that snooze button 4 or 5 times before I actually get up and going and usually I get up and move to my comfy chair to stare at the morning news while I eat my Cheerios before I can really function. This morning though, instead of hitting the snooze button, I hit the OFF button, and fell blissfully back to sleep. I could have stayed asleep all morning and completely missed my day o' meetings that is Thursday. Luckily, something in my bladder knew that I needed to get up and going and even though the alarm was off, it insisted I get up and around.

So, I was only running about 30 minutes late this morning. Luckily, I got my hair cut this past weekend and as always the two caveats for a haircut are: don't make me look like a butchy lesbian and I want to be able to dry it and style it within the length of one song on the radio (and not one of those epic songs like Bohemian Rhapsody). I jumped in the shower, I already knew what I was going to wear, which is a miracle in and of itself, did my makeup, hair, dressed, grabbed some stuff for breakfast and lunch, and still made it into my car in 45 minutes. I may not be super model fantastic today, but at least I made it to the office with enough time to blog before my meetings start, and that is what is really important!!

Sad Single Life

While there are still a number of things that I could talk about regarding the camping trip, I'm finally a little bored with rehashing it. In a couple weeks, who knows, it may come up again, but right now, I'm closing the book on that adventure. It was a great time and I will definitely go camping in that style again....

On to my next obsession...my Sad Single Life.

I've been thinking about this for a while. I read all the HCBC blogs and hear about their husbands and families and can't really appropriately understand because, well, I have neither a husband nor children. I'm okay with that most of the time, but over the past couple of weeks it has started to get to me.

Then yesterday I was on the phone with my best friend from college. She and her family are down in San Antonio. I am the Godmother to both of her kids, I was a bride's maid in her wedding, her folks are like another set of parents to me, blah, blah, blah. She has yet to come visit me. In fact, as I sit here and think back over the many years that I have known her, I've always gone to visit her, but she has always had a slightly more demanding life between her kids, helping to raise her sister's daughter, managing her parents' and now her own daycare, but whatever. So, back to yesterday's conversation.

Her: Husband's cousin is getting married in Rhode Island in a couple of weeks and we are going up there for the wedding.
Me: Oh how fun! Taking the kids?
Her: Nope, just the two of us.
Me: When are you going to come visit me? (Because we all know that San Francisco with ABBA is much more fun than a chi chi wedding in Rhode Island.)
Her: When you get married, we'll come see you...

I know this shouldn't affect me, but it was sort of like a punch in the stomach, especially after all my sad, single life thoughts that I've been having....

I'm considering dusting off my Match.com profile and going that route again, but that would require an updated picture of me, since I don't think it is fair to put my 20 year old photo from college up there. Maybe it'll just be less frustrating to get a cat and start becoming the crazy cat woman I keep threatening my family with...