Happy Administrative Assistants Day . . .

Have you hugged your administrative assistant today? I am an administrative assistant and I didn't even know there was a day to honor us until my boss took me out for lunch today. Huh . . . go figure. And it looks as though I have a parrafin hand dip coming my way, too, based on the good work I do as an administrative assistant. Huh.

In other happy news . . . I cleaned out all the "big clothes" from my closet last night, leaving approximately three items of clothing left in my entire wardrobe. Since January I've shed 40 lbs (55 since this time last year) and the clothing situation is getting bleak. What should only be a happy problem, has somehow served to creep me out when I see formerly snug clothes now hanging off my body. (Not in any Calista Flockhart kind of way, more like Cameryn Manheim after a good long go at Curves) So a large, scary shopping trip is on the dockett for this week or next. Five years of failed attempts of getting rid of the "baby fat," and my body has finally decided to jump on board with the concept. Hopefully it keeps up until I reach my goal in mid-July. I never thought I'd resort to running around my neighborhood all in the name of fitness. (Maybe to escape the snares of danger, but nothing on the up and up.)

Speaking of prolonged and senseless running . . . Josh will be running in the Indianapolis half-marathon on May 7th! (That's 13.1 miles to the lay person.) He's been training for months and months and we're excited about our weekend in Indy! (By the way he is running to raise money for Youth For Christ, if anyone has money burning a hole in their pockets.)

Sorry . . . shameless plug. But a good cause nonetheless.

Dread . . .

It's Sunday night, and Josh and I are beginning to mill around the house in what I call the "Sunday night Dread." We do this every week. I don't know why. Sometime, usually after 9 pm on a Sunday night, the kids are in bed asleep, we both sink into these dread-like states. What is this? Why do we do this? We start talking about what we have to do in the morning. We're laying out our clothes for the morning. We're sulking. I hate this, yet I do it. It's like our weekend, our 48 hour hiatus from it all is over. uggh. It's been such a great day, too, celebrating Easter today and all. We need to get something going on a Sunday night, like "movie night," or "board game night" somethin' to ward off the dread.