Dream a Little Dream

Ah.... "Smash" was on tonight and I missed the first twenty minutes. However, I have to say I think I got the gist of the show and next week I won't miss the season finale. In the meanwhile, I will probably have to see if it's on NBC.com or Hulu and catch what I missed. In case you wondered, the answer is yes.
I am.
Addicted.

Tomorrow I have a training session for half the day at work and I can honestly say that I really don't want to go. It's not that I want to listen to the construction crew jackhammer the concrete walls and ceiling during the remodel tomorrow either. (That's getting really, really old.) However, the program "they" are "demonstrating" for four hours, I have been using for a while now. I'm pretty sure I need about 20 minutes to fill in some blanks  and I'm good. There are people I'm sure that need the full four hours. Heck, there are some that might need more than that. Who knows? But I am not one of them and I am considering taking my Nook to class to read for a bit. Would that be horribly wrong of me? (Anyone have a good book to recommend?)

Anyhoo, I've been having what my niece and I call "Pizza Dreams" at night. Usually they occur when we eat pizza a little too late, but I have to say some serious weirdness is going on in my subconscious. I'm thinking Freud might have some kind of  field day with the old gray matter, if ya know what I mean. This morning I woke up in the middle of a flight to God only knows where, but the plane was upside down and Kurt Russell was the pilot. And I'm not talking a little plane. I'm talking about a Boeing 737/747 or something along those lines.
Yeah... rut-roh Shaggy!
 I have no idea where on earth Kurt Russell would have come from either. I haven't seen a movie, read a news article, or anything with him in it. But BOOM! There he was.

So, I suppose I'm going to go to bed shortly... and yes, I had pizza for dinner tonight. God help us all.

Day 136 - The Latest...

Why do I keep starting my blog titles with Day #so and so? Well, at day 142, it will be June 1st so this is the the number of days from when I started this blog up again. There's no other rhyme or reason and after June 1st, I may or may not continue the practice. I hope that answers the question for you. Now on to other more important things.

Sun. I love the sun. I can't say I'm a sun goddess because I believe to meet that definition, I would have to live in Malibu and walk around as a size 2 in a teeny, weeny bikini. However, I am solar-powered and need to lie in the sun to recharge every so often. While many would tout the cancer-causing effects of the sun, I would tout the fact I'm less bitchy and far more fulfilled on my vitamin D requirements. The goal today is to grab some of that vitamin D because I just like a better attitude and a little less pastiness. And if you need a few other reasons to catch a ray...

"...it has been proven that getting sufficient sunlight aids in preventing chronic ailments such as seasonal affective disorder (SAD), osteoporosis, mental depression, type 2 diabetes, and cancers affecting the bladder, breasts, cervix, colon, ovaries, prostrate, and the stomach. To put it more succinctly, sunlight serves as the perfect medicinal pill in promoting a healthy lifestyle."

Speaking of healthy lifestyles...

Dancing with the Stars had their season finale last night. Hines Ward took hime the mirrorball trophy. The Pittsburgh Steelers wide receiver was in pretty decent shape when the whole thing started. Competitor Kirstie Alley - not so much. However, with all of the dancing and training, Kirstie has whittled away 38 inches of her body from when she started. 38. That's a big number and rumor has it she's dropped approximately 60 pounds to wear almost an American size 6 and . I'm seriously wondering if I need to start dancing for a few hours every day... I'm willing to do so. Meanwhile....

I'm breaking out of my well-padded comfort zone and trying a bunch of new classes at the Amarillo Town Club. They are changing the class schedules in a couple of weeks, but I have to say that at the moment, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE yoga. I'm not a fan of group exercise, but for that, I am willing to bear with it. Other classes I'm going to be trying out include the Les Mills "Body Pump" and "Body Step" and maybe even "Body Combat." I'm also planning to test my coordination (HA!) with Zumba and even things out with pilates. Time to try something new and different.... and time to get back to work. More later from the flip side.

Day 92 - Already

It's been 92 days since I started writing again - writing in the form of a blog, about something, about nothing, but about me and the little things that make up my life. This means for the past three months, I've expended just enough mental energy to say some things that you may or not care about. I have to wonder what 992 is going to say?

Tomorrow night is the season premier of "Deadliest Catch." I love this show, but it's not going to be the same without Captain Phil Harris on the Cornelia Marie. I have to say I loved that guy and the way he dealt with his crew and his family. He had a wicked awesome sense of humor and a straightforwardness that didn't go unappreciated. There is this one episode that Josh, the oldest son, makes a bet with the Cornelia crew that he can throw the line and nail the buoys. Phil speeds the boat up, slows it down, moves it out and in... it's all in good fun, but it's evident the son enjoyed showing dear old dad what he could do. This is the first season since Phil died at the age of 53 (stroke)... it's going to be interesting to see what's come of the Cornelia Marie, Josh and Jake.

On that note - time for bed. I'm tired and my knee still feels a little puny. Tomorrow is another day. Goodnight Moon.