It's Tuesday? Already??

I was in a loooong meeting earlier today and we were contemplating what our next steps are to be on a certain project. We discussed getting together later this week for a follow-up meeting and I couldn't for the life of me understand why no one was suggesting that we regroup on Wednesday. When I finally brought it up, everyone said, "Wednesday is TOMORROW."

Oops. My bad. I thought it was still Monday. Depressing? Maybe.

Kind of a Weird Day

It's Monday, which automatically puts me in a bad mood. But the situation got a bit worse later this morning. We have a 10-story garage attached to our 12-story building here at work. And sometime this morning, an older woman drove up to the top of the garage, where no other cars were parked, locked her car, and proceeded to jump off the building.

No one from my office actually saw her jump, which is pretty crazy considering several of my coworkers were in a meeting in a conference room that overlooks the top of the garage where the woman parked. Still, no one saw her jump, but one coworker did see her body on the ground below before it was covered with a white sheet.

When I finally went over to look out the window onto the scene below, I was shocked. I could plainly make out the body under that white sheet. A hand was sticking partially out. But the strangest part was that the woman's purse lay next to her, its strap broken. I'm not sure how that happened.

But it made me wonder why the woman would take her purse with her when she jumped. And what would make her do that in the first place? To jump off the roof of a parking garage in the middle of a tourist trap...granted the side of the garage she chose to jump from faces an alleyway and isn't in the middle of the busy street.

In any event, we don't know much more about what happened, and I don't know that we ever will. It's unsettling. What would make this woman do such a thing? It seems like she did so calmly, as if it were part of an everyday routine. I can't stop thinking about this, and I can't shake the weird-icky feeling I've had all day since.

Dear Yo Gabba Gabba,

Thank you for being like crack to my son. I mean this in a good way.

I can't explain it, but something about the show Yo Gabba Gabba can captivate Tucker like nothing else. I've tried other shows, and he'll watch for a few minutes. But he won't sit right in front of the TV mesmerized with other shows like Jack's Big Music Show the way he is with Yo Gabba Gabba.

I find myself singing the show's songs throughout the day at work. "Please don't throw things at friends, please don't throw things at friends," or "Shake shake shake shake it off! When you get hurt you have to shake it off!" It's amazing how catchy the songs are. Tucker has even started singing to them. It's hilarious - he just sings gibberish in this falsetto-ish voice along with some of his favorites. I think he's a little shy about it because I can't get him to do it all the time.

My only complaint with the show is that it's on at such weird times. Granted, I have no clue what time it's on during the day since I'm at work, but why why why does it have to be on at 10:30 at night?? And I'm totally grateful that it's on On Demand, but why why why are there only four selections available at any given time? We can watch four episodes in an evening...and then watch them all over again the next day! No wonder I know all the songs by heart.

All I know is, a kids' show that features bands like The Shins, celebrities like Jack Black and rappers like Biz Markie is awesome. So what I'm trying to say is, the show might be like crack for my son...and I might - might - be addicted myself.

Why I Wish I Liked to Run

If I liked to run, I'd be able to put on a pair of running shoes, open my door, and hit the pavement. If I liked to run, I could do it pretty much anytime, pretty much anywhere. If I liked to run, I wouldn't have to join a gym to get my cardio in.

Unfortunately, I don't like to run. Since giving birth, I've exercised two times. I gave birth in April of 2008. So...this isn't the best track record.

I am feeling like I want to work out. However, this feeling usually comes in the middle of the day while I'm at work. Not exactly the best time to go sweat it out. By the time I get home from work, I just want to cook and eat dinner, play with my baby, hang out with my husband and go to sleep. I am freaking tired.

At the same time, I know that working out will give me more energy, get rid of the muffin top I've got going on, and make me feel better in general. But I honestly feel like I don't have the time. Plus, all of our workout equipment is in the basement, and that's not quite the best place for anyone to be at the moment (we had a little issue with some water coming in). So what's a girl who feels that workout need to do?

I'm not sure. I'm asking for opinions. Something cheap. Actually, something free. I hear that there's an exercise channel on Comcast On Demand. Anyone ever try it?

This would all be so much easier if I liked to run.

I Quit Coffee. Kind Of.

I had to quit coffee. It wasn't hard in the least, which leads me to the conclusion that I wasn't addicted in the first place. I had been drinking the stuff for less than a year, and the main reason I started was because my office acquired a Keurig coffee machine and it was such a neato gadget that I had to try it out. Repeatedly.

I happen to love the taste of coffee, but coffee itself makes me all jittery and nuts. I ignored all that and went ahead with a daily (or two) cup of Keurig-made goodness. After awhile, it became part of my morning routine at work.

When I went to work at my client's over the summer, my coffee habit followed me there. And sure, the coffee would wake me up and keep me awake for a good few hours, but then I found myself needing another cup in the middle of the afternoon. And I wondered why I couldn't fall asleep at night.

Besides wakefulness when I'd rather be asleep, I began to notice that I had heartburn a lot more often. And I just generally wasn't feeling up to par.

And that, my friends, is when I decided to quit coffee. I quit while on vacation. It was so easy. I never had headaches, was never cranky (well, no more cranky than usual), and I fell asleep with no problems.

I came back to my regular office determined to continue my coffee-free lifestyle. I made myself a cup that first day back, and couldn't even finish it. It tasted like ass. So I started drinking the green tea that I found in my stash at my desk. And I have to say, I feel so.much.better.

And then...pumpkin spice lattes returned for the fall to Starbucks. I had one today...decaf.

Sometimes All It Takes Is a Good Pandora Station

I totally forgot that I love listening to Pandora while I work. I've created some pretty motivating stations for myself, including the Duran Duran station, the Shimmy Shimmy Ya station, and the Bell Biv Devoe station.

The latter, which I'm currently listening to, has made me all nostalgic for my early high school years, when I was all into extra large t-shirts and colorblocked shorts.

I hope our 15-year reunion actually happens as promised this year.

But I digress. When you're at work, and provided that you can actually access Pandora at work, get yourself to the website and set yourself up with a station that motivates you to get a shitload of work done. You won't be sorry.

This Time of Year...

...always motivates me to get back into cooking. I love to cook. But during the summer, I'd rather be NOT cooking.

So...I've spent some time today going on recipe sites trying to come up with some creative ways to cook chicken that don't involve me marinating them in Soy Vay. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE Soy Vay. But sometimes I'd like to prove that I can do something other than marinate chicken in the stuff.

On a somewhat related note, this time of year also reminds me that I can knit - although I'm no expert - and I really really really want to get back to it. I think I'll start with a hat I meant to knit myself this past winter. Maybe it'll be finished by next winter. Stay tuned for the progress.

I'm feeling a little rusty on the writing front, which is ironic, because I got to do a LOT more writing this summer at my client's office than I have in a long time at my job. It was nice. But I feel like my personal writing has gone way downhill.

Good thing I've committed myself to writing daily in this blog.