Tuesday, September 8, 2009


The LPGA tour was in Bentonville this weekend at the Pinnacle Hills Golf Club, so fittingly my first golf lesson was today after work. As expected, I am a natural.

My left arm refuses to stay straight, so while I think I look quite graceful while my club is in the air, it invariable ends up ramming into the top of the ball or the dirt with a less-than-graceful thud. And if I forget to keep my knees bent, slamming the club into the ground takes on an added dimension of pain that sears through my entire body. The teach told me to make sure to pick up my right heel as I go around so as to prevent soreness in my lower back - he has no idea how far down my list of concerns that is right now.

After a pleasantly raucous dinner with my golf girls, I am back at home with my kitty, who definitely felt the pain of loneliness more today since she's had a weekend of non-stop attention (from not just me but David's whole family). She just crawled around my neck twice as I sat here typing this.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Lazy Thursday

Or at least I wish it were lazy. There are two funny things about being sick when you're an adult. And by funny I mean HAHAHHA HaHa.. ha... huh... = not so funny really.

  1. Everything aches - my chest, my head, my back, my stomach. Everything just hurts so much more because I am OLDER.
  2. While you can stay home from work, that does not mean you cannot work. Tuesday I was starting to look bad and everyone in my aisle including my boss told me a thousand times to go home. So when I emailed my boss Wed morning to say I wasn't coming in until my afternoon meetings so I could try and sleep the illness off he said: "Do not come in, stay home and get better." When he saw me arrive at 11am he gave me an exasperated look - until I said: "I left my computer here!" At which point the jig was up and he said: "Oh, ok. Yeah, take that home with you."
So it is clear that although I get to stay home and act like a bum in my unkempt hair and slippers, I am not actually taking a day off of work to get better. All I am doing is taking a day off of showering and wearing heels. But enough blogging - I need to get to my NPV calc. (Just like in b-school! Except that tomorrow they will decide whether or not to invest millions because of my *I hope* correct calculation!)

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Sullen girl

In a matter of one month my kitten has gone from blissfully ignorant childhood to full blown teenager angst.

Everything I do now is "so unfAAAAAiiiiir." (That what I imagine her meows mean to say.) If I pull her off the stove top so she won't get burned while I cook: "meeeeAAAAAAAuuulw." If I make her come out of the closet after already having let her play with (aka ruin) my clothes while I get dressed: "meeeeAAAAAAAuuulw."

If I don't let her drink from my cup until after I'm finished: "meeeeAAAAAAAuuulw." Then she'll do something passive aggressive like hunch over the glass and pathetically lick the condensation on the outside of it while looking up at me pointedly.

Oh the memories... being a teenager really is: "meeeeAAAAAAAuuulw."