Ah, it's a good day when it's bonus-time, my reporting deadlines have been met and I'm down to mere days before I get my cast off. Nice. Yesterday my brand-new, 47" TV arrived. At the moment it sits in the box, on a pallet, in the middle of my living room. I realized quickly that there was no way to avoid a disaster if I tried to move that thing myself. Hoping Zim and maybe Lance might help with it this weekend. Progress.
Highway to Heaven hill climb this weekend - frustrating that I can't do it 'cause it's about a mile or so from my house, but kind of cool that a bunch of my fellow racers will suffer the wrath of Ilchester the way I do when I'm training.
This is the sign on Ilchester Hill, advising caution for the steep grade. Have fun with that !!
This morning I heard about a new entry into the energy-drink market (kind of). You know, the likes of Monster, Red Bull, Rockstar etc etc ? Well this one is an anti-energy drink - it supposedly calms and relaxes you using Melatonin, Valernian Root and Rose Hips (I can't find an ingredient list so I can't determine what else is in it).
This was less than blog worthy at this point, but then I heard the name, the slogan and the review. The name is Drank. I'm imagining someone saying "I need a Drank" with a back-woods southern twang.
The slogan - "Slow your Roll". This made me a laugh outloud. Partly because it sounds like something Joe Jefferson would say (now that I think about it, I'm positive that he has said that to me at least once).
The review: from the LA times : Still, Drank is gaining traction in an otherwise super-caffeinated market, with Time magazine running a story about it earlier this year (taking note of the fact that the name Drank has its roots in Houston's hip-hop scene) and Fox news writing that some who use it are comparing it to "weed in a can."
I can't believe it's August already. 15 days to go on the cast. I can't wait to get it off, but I've found that its amazing how resourceful one can be with enough time. From the first whine-y post back in May, I've figured out how to tie my shoes, write my name, get in and out of a sports-bra (this is still a daily challenge but I usually win), eat with my right hand (not in front of people -it's just not cute) and even open my car door. While that may seem trivial to most, try getting along without YOUR dominant hand for a week or so and let me know how that works out.
So, on the same note of recovery, I'm happy to say that Jens Voigt is on his way back as well. I can't believe he's talking about racing in the Tour of Ireland - less than a month ! Makes me feel like a wuss for missing 3/4 of the season for a paltry broken wrist.
I've held out on turning on the AC all summer until now but finally gave in this weekend. Lesson #1 = AC is a wonderful invention. Aside from keeping things cool, calm and collected, it also creates a white noise of sorts that drowns out my neighbors. This may sound harsh, but I swear these people don't sleep. I wake up at all hours of the night to the sound of my neighbor striking up a conversation with random passers-by (at 1am??)
Another lesson learned this weekend- I'm out of hot-weather-riding shape. I went out with good intentions on Saturday to get in a good 3-hr jaunt. I made it about 2:45 but I was miserable. It's much more tolerable when you're on a group ride and getting your arse handed to you. Not so much when you're simply suffering at your own expense.
Lesson #3 -dreams are seldom reality. I damn near killed myself today after ignoring good advice. See, I had a dream last night where I was FINALLY moving my current TV set-up to the basement to make room for my new flat-screen. I woke up to pouring rain and decided today was the day. I walked the entertainment center (contents and drawers removed) to the first step and moved myself down the stairs to guide it down. It seemed so easy in the dream ... I thought - okay, as soon as it tips off the landing, it's coming down, so brace yourself. As it tipped, it came down in a hurry, knocking me off my feet and down about 6 steps as it charged me. I had enough time to look behind me to see where I was going to hit the wall while wondering if my never-sleeping neighbor would hear me yell since the house was now closed up with the AC on.
Long story longer, only the bottom half of the cabinet survived the fall and someone was clearly watching over me because other than a few scrapes and some sore muscles, I'm no worse for the wear. I used to think I was invincible. Now I know I am ... there's no earthly reason I made it out of that without significant injury.Every time I think about it I laugh because it's completely absurd that some dumb-ass would think she could move that alone, much less while on the IR.
And so, back to the office on Monday to try to stay out of trouble. Oh, and I'm ordering that damn TV this week to finally cross that off the list. Next task ? Get the shutters on my house re-secured ... winds have dislodged them and they're all caddywampus. Maybe I'll get some help on that one. Maybe.
Yesterday my brand-new, 47" TV arrived. At the moment it sits in the box, on a pallet, in the middle of my living room. I realized quickly that there was no way to avoid a disaster if I tried to move that thing myself. Hoping Zim and maybe Lance might help with it this weekend. Progress.
