Of reunions and refereeing cats

Welcome to your Saturday morning update.

I’ve had my green smoothie. I’ve refereed the cats at least twice (p.s. never have 4 cats of different “generations”. It doesn’t work). I’ve filled out all the paperwork to get my meds through the mail. It’s kind of annoying, but I guess I’ll get used to it. I still have 2 refills left before they start charging the full amount. I’m waiting for my dad to get ready so we can go trampoline again. I didn’t do any kind of intense cardio or strength training over the past week, so it’s time. I made a point of walking at least a mile during lunch 4 of the 5 days. That’s got to count for something. I’m also tapering off the Keppra. This is the last week I’ll have to take it and even then only at night. Woohoo! I’ll be interested to see how I feel when I’m off it completely.

In other news, apparently I waited too long to sign up for my 10 year high school reunion. I went to do it this morning and they’d already taken it off the website. Oops. I suppose I’ll just show up and call it good. The class party is only an extra $5 if you didn’t sign up in advance. I’m okay with that. Now that our football team is actually good, I’m not sure how the crowd will be at the game. I’ll show up nonetheless with Boy in tow. It’s hard to believe it’s been 10 years already. I didn’t go to our 5 year reunion because we’d all just graduated college and I felt like we weren’t very different people. Now that we’re 10 years out, it’ll be interesting to see how people have changed. Most of the class has gotten married and had babies, I’ll definitely be in the minority there. Some of my classmates have had 2 kids. Eep! Sometimes I forget I went to Catholic school and they’re big on the whole be fruitful and multiply bit. I think a lot of people will be surprised by how I look now. I’m prepared for getting a ton of questions about the tattoos.

I’ve been particularly reflective this week. Maybe it’s because the reunion is coming up or the time of year. One of my oldest and dearest friends posted on Facebook that no one could pay her to be a 15 year old girl again. I think I’d actually be willing to do it. Of course, I’d likely make different decisions and maybe things would’ve turned out worse. And the Nazis always win if you go back in time and change things. It gives me something to think about it my down time at work.

And now it’s time to go sproing. Hope everyone has a fabulous (albeit rainy in my part of the world) weekend!




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