Blooming Adventures.

Oh Em Gee.

Okay, so I'm completely annihilated - by that I mean exhausted, not drunk.  Our month-end at work has been chaotic and I've been working some serious hours.  Yes, this means Kat will get a nice little paycheck, but geez - I have NEWS and haven't had a chance to spill it!  So I am setting aside my melatonin, drinking a Diet Coke, and propping my eyes open with toothpicks so that I can TELL you what's going on.

Ready?

Thor and I will be doing Bloomsday this year.  That's a 12k.  66 days from today.  With 50,000 other people.

Can I get a woot woot?

I've never done this before.  Thor has, and he has the t-shirts to prove it.  Well, I want a t-shirt, too, so this is my year.

I asked what kind of prep he usually does for the big day.  Thor's magic training program-he gets in line about 15 minutes before it starts and does some sort of stretching.  Personally, I was thinking of something a little more structured-but who am I to contradict the voice of experience? Over-training is as bad as under-training, right?  He also told me that he usually does a "walk/jog" combo.  I suggested perhaps we try a "walk/walk faster" combo. 

I do have a fitness plan for March; it's not Bloomsday-related, but I know how you all love it when I torture myself and write about it, and I figure I need a little blog fodder.  The party awaits.

Oh, yeah - and there's still PLENTY of time for YOU to sign up for Bloomsday, too.

Calling All Kats

I know what you are thinking.  "Geez, Kat starts a new blog and promptly disappears off the face of the planet."  My apologies, dearest reader.  It's not that I haven't missed you and our discussions, but I've been working A LOT of hours, and when you put in, oh, 11 hours at your desk - putting in a few more at home doesn't really appeal.  In fact, I'm typing this with my eyes closed.  And not a single tyepo!  (fist bump)

I have news, news, news.   In fact, I have so many things to tell you, I've forgotten 90% of them.   Alas, memory is finite.

But you are gonna have to wait.  I'm going to bed now.  This weekend we will have a conversation which will curl your hair.

ps-yeah, the typo thing was intentional.  I'm clever that way, even when I'm completely exhausted.

Hello, World.

Greetings, greetings, one and all.  Welcome to our new home. 

Let me say this, dearest reader.  You know how it is when you are building - you pick the plans, find the perfect building site, peruse carpet samples with a lovely cappuccino, and mark the date on the calendar when you can turn the key on your brand-spanking-new place.  Then, of course - the sewer line doesn't meet code, the paint color you picked for 90% of the house is discontinued, the neighbor backs over your half-built fence, you have to start selling plasma to cover the budget overruns, and when the day finally comes, you move into a half-finished place that's more Sheetrock than Navajo White and you can't flush the toilet in the master bathroom.

That's where we are, folks.  My deadline to move into this new site has arrived, but the dust has yet to settle and we are still under construction.  So pardon our dust, and try to control your breathless anticipation over our continuing evolution.

That being said, if you are joining us from Kat's On Fire, I'm thrilled to see you.  If you aren't, I highly suggest you grab your Snuggie and check out last year's blog.  It will give you a glimpse of what you are getting yourself into.

I will see you around the block - such wondrous adventures are in store for us both.