Stories of A4: Procrastination and a Lemon Meringue Pie

I think this is a post of things to do.. things I want/have/need to do. That makes the next post on things done. Maybe you'll like it more? Find out.

Most every night I get an urge to go running the next morning.
Those who don't know me well would think this a pretty okay/normal thing to feel.
The rest of you, no mental support calls, please. I'll explain.

This is a serious step for me.. above all, I am not sporty. This is a fun distinction. I'm athletic, but not sporty. I like hiking, swimming (not the sport), and things that are physically challenging without being sports. Really, sports are such sadness. They bring back memories of 7th-10th grade PE (I quit after 10th). The athletes all stretch and warm-up, preparing to kick everyone else's trash in [insert sport here] for the third time this week. Everyone else just tries (flails, mostly), sometimes succeeding, but never enough to count for anything compared with all the wonderful athletes who are well-trained and actually enjoy doing this. No. I do NOT enjoy doing this. I would rather ditch and do my homework in restitution. Thanks for the offer, though.

But, if I could run, that would rock.
Because people say running starts the moment you forget you're on a run. So it's like being active without all the suffering (at least once you get into it). That's the plan, my friends. Run without suffering. Eventually.

Unfortunately, I woke up this morning and there was snow on the ground.. like fresh snow.. like anti-run snow. So the starting day has been postponed. Honestly, I'm not that sad. I was having this awesome dream about Michael and exploring Lake Powell that I was quite sad to leave when the alarm demanded my attention.

But, it brings to mind the other things I want to do [that I've been putting off for who knows how long...], like:

~~Write Austin~~. The poor kid wrote me in January and has asked several friends to bug me into writing him back. I love you, Ipson, for your unreasonable patience.
~~Write Derek~~. Once again, January. And I'm getting married, too. Wow. My poor friends.
~~Write Chris~~. This is just because he's in freaking Russia. Chris and I have a no-writing unless warranted agreement. (:
Journal. When you go through the biggest changes in your life in the period of about 3 months and miss 2-ish months of journaling, you're in trouble. Especially when the finace kicks your trash in writing down your story. Dang.
Make my father a lemon meringue pie. (2 tries on that spelling..haha) Dad has this inside joke he makes with himself where "no one" ever makes him a lemon meringue pie. Said pie is his favorite, but, frankly, things in his house are rarely made from scratch. "No one" has frequently bought him this pie, but constructing it from nothing is another matter. Kind of a Tiffany matter. So that's the goal... due tomorrow.
Figure out a way to convey how much I love Michael, and tell him. Everyone, Michael is really good at showing love and taking care of me.. especially considering he's 2,000 miles away. Every day, I get to figure out how to even try to compare. But I'm getting there. You will see. Um, maybe you won't. It's likely to go straight to Michael and never hit the blog. Sorry.
Get my in-laws to give me their addresses for our announcements. The invites come in next week, and they go out pretty much asap... except I have to print labels for them..which I can't do without addresses.. and our families all have duplicates with each other... but I can't compare until I have something to compare. I'm working on it.
Get rid of a pesky face issue.. which will remain unnamed. Dang it.
~~Write a blog~~. Check. One down.
and, finally...
Convince Cody ~~and Ashley~~ to come to the Festival of Colors with me. Just saying... (: