1. I just got off the treadmill, where I ran a little over two miles. I know for most folks this isn’t much, but for me it’s HUGE. I used to barely make it to two doing intervals, and it feels really good to run so much more than I used to be able to. Still, though, I haven’t made much progress on losing these last few pounds from my pregnancy I’ve been carrying around. I’m actually thinking about joining Weight Watchers, because it’s worked so well for so many people I know, and it’s about portion control, which I think is what I need. I mean, I love to eat, and when I’m eating something good, I don’t want to stop just because I know I should. On the other hand, I tend to get a little obsessive about things, so I can totally see myself going crazy with the point tracking and turning into a calorie freak. Which would not be so healthy either. Maybe I’ll just start running more. Hmmm…..
2. The finale of Jersey Shore was last night, although I haven’t watched it yet. This show, though, has seriously been the guiltiest of all guilty pleasures, and I can only imagine the copycat shows that are already in the pipeline. I see a lot of New Jersey in our collective television future, although I bet they also decide to explore some other regional stereotypes. If some location scout is not already in Myrtle Beach, finding a beach house and some crazy Southern girls, they will be. All I’m saying is, brace yourself.
3. Speaking of the Carolinas, it’s not been a great week to be an NC native. First, John Edwards admitted publicly that he’d been lying about fathering a child with his mistress, not to mention the crazy, convoluted cover up he orchestrated to try and deny it. Oh, the shame. The truth is, I used to really like John Edwards. I voted for him for senator because I liked what he stood for. Now, not so much. What a big, awful mess. It’s always better to tell the truth, especially when you’re being taped. Just a reminder. Also, my Carolina Tarheels have now dropped THREE games in a row, which is just…oh, I don’t even know what to say. I can’t even remember the last time we had such a dismal season, and we haven’t even played Duke yet. Dear God. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long season, which means, actually, it may be a very short one. But unlike John Edwards, I will always love my Tarheels.
4. I know the news moves fast, and there are always new stories competing for your attention. But the earthquake is Haiti should still be at the top of our priorities. Tonight, there’s going to be a telethon (organized by George Clooney) running on MTV and several other TV networks, starting at 8pm. Also, Congress just passed a resolution that many donations given to US aid agencies before the end of Februrary can be claimed as deductions on your tax return. All the more reason to give! You can donate to the Red Cross here.
5. Now that we’ve moved everything over to my new office, my old space is sort of in transition. We’ve still got a fax machine up there, and some office supplies, as well as some of the bigger toys of my daughters that I’m hoping I can transition out eventually. Because a few things are left, though, stuff keeps popping up in the weirdest places. The other day, my daughter unearthed from a drawer not only a bunch of How to Deal lip glosses (circa 2003) but also a small, leatherbound journal with a picture of the Bachelorette, Trista Rehn, and her husband Ryan on it. Now, it’s one thing for me to find these things. But I can only imagine what my babysitters are thinking. Would I actually purchase a journal with Trista and Ryan’s smiling faces on it? I am sure they think so. But actually, I had a cousin whose wife was friends with Trista, and they attended that wedding: the journal was a gift they gave guests, and they passed it onto me because they know I am such a geek about celebrity stuff. It sat, still wrapped in its original plastic, for all this time, until my daughter found it and ripped it open. I remember when I babysat for people, how I would always look around at the people’s books and decor and draw conclusions. I look around here and think, oh, Dear God. They must think I am SUCH a freak. That said, now that the journal’s been opened, I figure I might as well start using it. I think I’l carry it around in my purse, pulling it out when I need to jot a note here or there. If the sitters think I’m crazy, I might as well let the world in on the joke, right?