I'm tired, so tired

It's that time of the year again where my life becomes work and that's that. Already I have been putting in 10+ hour days and my energy level is zapped. It's been difficult to even attempt to go work out afterward, yet I must to keep my insanely cheap rates (thank you health insurance even though that's about all you are good for).

I always knew that I should cherish my years in grade school when I was set free for a few months each year to enjoy the sun and friends because some day I would have to work and not sit on the deck and tan my intensely white skin into a deep, skin cancerish bronze. Instead of riding my bike precariously through the streets for hours at a time. Instead of being booked solid for the day with soccer practice, games and camps. Instead of running through the sprinklers and the napping lazily on our front porch swing. Instead of taking the (yet to become fiance's) jet-ski around the lake until getting yelled at because it was about to run out of gas.

Now I work... and work... and work. And the fiance works about ten times more than I do. If this is being an adult, I quit!

Hoppy Easter - Ah yes, that's so corny and you love it.

SO, this weekend we are jetting up north to the great place where we got engaged to spend some family time and eat (and drink) copious amounts.

We will be visiting the very specific spot where the big question was popped and having a fun hike through the rest of the area. I'm so psyched!

Lenten Promises

Of course it is Lent and those of us who practice the many rules of Catholicism have given something up in preparation for the big Easter celebration. Most people understand the rules and understand that these rules run along the same lines as new year resolutions. During Lent, you give up what you give up and that's that.

Of course, there are those who aren't very bright and think that there are about a billion exceptions to the rules and have different definitions to, well, most everything and therefore are claiming to be achieving their Lenten ambitions and in all reality broke their promise within seconds of making it. But, that one doesn't count... right?!

One of those people happens to be in my office. He gave up fast food for Lent... but, you can't count eating McDonald's on Friday's for their Fillet O' Fish and you can't count when you are traveling on the road (like he does every day) and have nowhere to go except Wendy's... or Culver's... or Arby's... because packing a lunch ahead of time would never work!

I'm still up in the air about his breakfast this morning because it came from the gas station and involved a can of pop, a bag of chips and those grotesque little sandwiches called Chuck Wagons. Telltale signs that this guy has made another "exception" to the rule: he brings the pop cup back to work and places it on his desk where it screams to the high heavens which fast food restaurant he has deemed to be fast food no more.

One "exception" to the rule. Subway. Or, any other sub sandwich from any restaurant whether it be fast food or not. I am not kidding, he proclaimed that any and all sub sandwiches were not to be considered fast food because they are "healthier" (I'm not sure what constitutes as healthy in his head, so create your own adventure on this one). Please refer to the fact that many of the subs on Subway's menu that are not included on their "6 Grams of Fat or Less" menu are easily comparable to a McDonald's hamburger, nutritionally speaking of course (Let's compare a Tuna/Chicken Bacon Ranch Sub to McDonald's Big 'n Tasty). But no!! This sandwich is healthy because it's a sub! Everyone, disregard all of the brain cells you cherish that make you smart and throw them out the window! This man is on to something!

He then proclaimed today that he was pretty much on track and has only slipped once. Congratulations, you're a genius.