I am having the best week ever.
I have been unusually productive in the past few days, which also happens to mean I've been unusually anti-social but you can't have everything, I suppose. But then again, the few days before this, I was extremely social... so maybe it's just a trade off. Play hard, work hard, or something like that.
First of all, if you didn't read my toilet post, I spent a few days last week in Dallas with my friend Clay. That city is awesome, eclipsed only by the people living there. I am in love with Clay's friends. The two girls in the group I am certain are my soul mates, and the boys are so much fun and such strong Christians. In-cre-duh-bull. (for all concerned, yes I know that's not spelled correctly. sound it out.)
Friday night, one of my very best friends came up from Auburn for some much-needed hang time. Blake and I were joined by a few of our other fellow Auburn-ites, and we spent the evening playing the Wii. Oh yeah-- I'm a total gamer.
I spent Saturday morning with my family. My wonderful, wonderful family. Am I the only person who still looks forward to family gatherings? I hear people groan and moan when they talk about "having" to go to a family gathering... My family fun days are the highlight of my week. Seriously, they are highlighted in my planner. And underlined. And circled. I spent most of my day playing with Baby Mallory and eating (about that whole hot tub thing...), and then we played Dirty Santa. I ended up with #1, of course, and I picked up my cousin Rachel's offering: it's one of those things you see on infomercials where you put this little spring mechanism under your chin and nod until you work your flabby neck off. I'm still puzzled as to why no one attempted to steal it from me, but you can be sure that I'll have the hottest neck in town come next Christmas. Then they'll be sorry.
Saturday afternoon I drove to Birmingham to celebrate the marriage of one of my pledge sisters. She and her groom are like the cutest couple ever. We danced the night away in our cocktail dresses and heels and ended up at Ihop with my dear friend Wade around 1 am. And to top the night off, we had a slumber party at JoJo's house. Practically perfect in every way.
After a much-needed nap Sunday afternoon, the productivity phase set in. I decided it was time to de-clutter my bedroom. Other than Christmas break and a few weeks in summer, I haven't lived at home since I've been in college. My college stuff has been bumped around from apartment to apartment; meanwhile, my bedroom at my parents' house has become something of a shrine to my high school career. For some reason, it has never occurred to me that we have an attic and I'm allowed to use it, so everything that has had some sentimental feeling attached to it has piled up under my bed, in various junk drawers, and in my closet. After hours of cleaning and reorganizing Sunday, I had two boxes of trash (it turns out, some things lose that "special" feeling after a few years) and two boxes for the attic (my Babysitter's Club books and a few priceless love notes, for example). I'm feeling much better already in my less cluttered space (please don't misunderstand: there's still clutter).
On Monday, I turned my attention to my car. It seems that I have collected every license plate registration receipt and expired insurance papers since I turned 16. Also, every nook in my car had at least 5 pens in it-- not that I could ever find one when I needed it-- and several dollars in change. Not to mention countless gum wrappers, straw wrappers, the occasional old fry, and a few empty water bottles jammed under seats. After the trash purge, I vacuumed. I even treated the leather. I told you I've been productive. Don't act like you're not impressed.
And lastly, today I did yoga with my dad. P90x yoga that almost killed us both, that is. This stuff is no joke. It's not your peaceful deep breathing yoga with a background soundtrack of Forest Sounds. This kind of yoga turns your body inside out, warping you into positions previously only used in medieval torture. My shoulder popped out of place briefly during one set of sun salutations, and I have rug burns on the palms of my hands. After arranging my body parts back into proper working order, I went out on the town to run some errands: bank, post office, last minute Christmas shopping.
I'm exhausted just typing it all out. I think I'm due some social time after so much productivity, although I have a sneaking suspicion that my mom could think of a few things to throw at me while I'm in this phase. Sorry, Mom, your window of opportunity has just closed. Try again next week.
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