Jet Lag is Killer

So I made it back from Phoenix all in one piece, except that I think I sweated off several pounds in the hot Phoenix sun! (Don’t worry, all the pounds I sweated off were overly compensated by all the food I ate—chimchangas, enchiladas, pizza, cheetos, you name it, I probably ate it on this trip!) Besides all the eating, the trip was good. We met with a large group of kids and really got some good work done on ec. The whole development meeting process is much harder than I thought, but I survived. We’re planning on going to the IMB and California for some future development meetings.

While I made it home all in one piece, I certainly lost some of my energy somewhere along the way (I think it must have been somewhere over Oklahoma!) Anyway, I’ve had a case of the perpetual tireds ever since we got back. I think if I could go to sleep without worrying about everything I have to do at work, then having all that be the first thing I think about in the morning might help. Hopefully one day I won’t feel like I’m buried in a hole and people are tossing more and more dirt on top of me! I hope!

All that said, it’s back to work for me. Watch “LOST” tonight—somebody’s going to die! I hope it’s not Sawyer (I just love to hate him!), but Shannon seems too easy to kill off. I’m avoiding the spoilers because I want to be surprised by the storyline, the way I used to be about “Alias.” But let’s not talk about the trainwreck that used to be my favorite show. (“Grey’s Anatomy” is fast becoming my favorite show!)

Leaving on a jet plane

So in a little more than 3 hours, I’ll be heading into the great blue yonder for a trip to Phoenix. Yes, it’s for work, but there should be a little fun thrown in there! I have this sneaking suspicion that I’ve forgotten something vitally important. What, I can’t figure out! Dropped dog off at vet, check. Toothbrush, check. Two kinds of face wash, check (I’m a product junkie!). Clothes, check. Clothes fit for Phoenix? I sure hope so! Belt, yepper. Makeup? Yep, that’s a roger. Deodorant-YES!!!! Well, as far as I can tell, I’ve got everything. I guess I’ll have to suspend the worrying until I get there and realize what the very important item I forgot is!

For some odd reason, I love airports. The hustle and bustle. The noise and all the people rushing 15 million different directions. The way you feel instantly important and grown up when you strap on a carry-on and stride purposefully across the concourse. I like to sit and watch the people mill around. Some people do some mighty odd things while waiting for their plane to board! I’m a big fan of reading, working, and staring out any available windows while listening to my iPod. I also live in fear that I’ll start singing along very loudly and be asked to shut up!

This flight should take about 3 hours, maybe a bit more, until we land in Phoenix. Of course, I think we’ll be in mountain time there, so that’ll be fun. 🙂 I’m ready for some authentic Mexican, some time when I’m not feeling pressured by a deadline, and a hotel room I don’t have to share with anyone but myself!

Resting up from the weekend!

Friday night my friend, Mindy, and I went to see one of my local favorites, Andy Davis, play at 12th and Porter. That was the first time I’ve ever seen him live–another friend of mine heard him once, knew of my deep abiding love for singer/songwriters and bought me his CD, which I love!–and he is a great show. Thing is, the Andy part of the show didn’t get started until, like, say, after 10 p.m. Yes, I understand this is normal and such in the world of musicians, but in the world of publishing when you’ve been up since 4:45 a.m., staying awake, on your feet, and into a show until after midnight is a feat in and of itself! And I managed it–thanks to caffeine and Andy’s unmistakeable talent! I love people who love music and think it’s great when that love flows through their performances. Plus, Andy’s the kind of songwriter I admire–a writer who really thinks about his words, who’s really trying to craft a thought rather than find words to fit a lyrical hook. It was a good show all around. I’ll be sure to catch him the next time he’s playing in town–until then, I’ll be listening to his CD, Thinks of Her. And get out on the Internet and find out more information about my boy Andy! You have to hear him!

In other news, last Thursday I had a photo shoot for my new job. I’m usually very uncomfortable with getting my picture taken, generally because I end up looking weird and strange in most photos. It’s the whole I-have-one-big-eye-and-one-little-eye thing! (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check out any pics you may have of me. Is my right eye a little more squished up than the left? I either have one big eye and one little one or one of my cheeks is bigger than the other!) Anyway, the photo shoot, which I was personally dreading since being the center of attention really isn’t my dream most of the time, turned out to be a great time. The photographer and my graphic designer/make up fiend made it a lot of fun. I laughed for most of the two hours–and of course, I think there are pictures of that! 🙂

My first ever blog!

So today I’m writing my first ever blog! It looks like me, a writer at heart, would have jumped on this so much earlier. Now I have an outlet to vent all of my random thoughts! (You should all be scared!) I should be in bed, since I get up at the early hour of 4:45 a.m., but instead I’m searching the channels for a little Law and Order: SVU. My friend Janice thinks it’s strange, but that show helps me go to sleep. I think it’s because I’ve seen so many of the episodes, I already know what’s going to happen and it doesn’t stress me out!

Tomorrow I have to lead a devotion at the meeting we’re having for a new resource at work. I’m going to speak about our contorted view of self worth–that we’re worthless and broken and don’t deserve anything good. When it all boils down to it, we are worth something. We were worth so much to God that He gave Himself for us. We’re worth so much to Him that He won’t let go of us. He’s the Father, and we are simply His children, the ones he longs to draw into His lap, wrap His arms around and wrap us in His love every hour of every day. He loves us, and He gives us worth. So don’t buy into the myth that you’re worthless; you’re not!

“A finished person is a boring person.” Anna Quindlen