I always have such high hopes for my weekends. I work for them, ya know. So why is it, if this is what I live for, I just can’t seem to get around to doing all the things I REALLY want to do when I allegedly have the time to do them?
I usually have plans for what I want to work on (crafts) or where I want to go (to the movies or shopping) or what I want to do (cook, cook, cook) but nine times out of ten I’m not getting around to what I felt 3 days ago I really wanted to do. Does this happen to other people?
The way I see it, I only have 2 days of potential bliss in my 7 day week. The other 5 days are unfortunately sucked right out of my life – never to return. It has occurred to me that maybe I should find another job if I feel this way. Trust me, if there were jobs-a-plenty out there I would be the first one applying for them, but I digress.
This weekend I had visions of crafting, cooking, exercising, maybe a jaunt to the local nursery for some planting supplies and lastly I had visions of working (**gasp** I know – but I had really hoped to get caught up at work so that when I’m out on vacation the week after the 4th I could really relax and not come back to a desk full of shit to clean up).
The only thing I accomplished was making some new recipes from a cookbook I checked out of the library the other weekend and also a recipe I found on the Internet. I guess you could say I accomplished procrastinating so I wouldn’t have to work from home, but procrastinating was not on my list of things to do.
Oh yeah, I did get out twice to exercise. Saturday was beautiful (they said it was going to be terrible and rainy – but what the hell do they know…apparently I could be a meteorologist if I wanted to, no skills seem to be required). Dave and I ended up at the arboretum on Saturday and then this morning before the crappy weather hit we did the walk/jog thing at the local cemetery. I’m really getting into this walk/jog thing too and I’m getting stronger and more conditioned because of it. I LOVE feeling these changes as they happen. Makes me feel like less of a fatty, fatty, fat pants. My face still gets incredibly RED though (I’m hoping that gets better the more I do this).
Pictures of food. I took quite a few pictures this weekend of the food I ate. Things that Dave and I cooked. I really like food, ya know. It keeps me alive, makes me smile and feel all warm and happy inside. Check out my Flickr page to the right if you’d like to see all the tasty things I made this weekend.
Maybe next weekend will be different. It’s a holiday. It’s the start of a week long vacation. This looks promising. I just won’t make too many plans so I won’t be disappointment if I never get around to doing them…
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