I've finally hit the wall

It's taken several weeks of long hours and little sleep, but I've finally hit the wall. I'm exhausted beyond words. I feel so tired, like I could sleep for weeks. <br /><br />I got hit up today with a new requirement for what I've been working on. It's not something I can do in an hour, but will probably take a full day of heads down coding. We go to prod in a week, I wanted to yell, "You've got to be kidding!". Hopefully I live through this period of my life. <br /><br />I've already decided I'm taking a week off as soon as this misery is over. I need some down time to just unwind at home. I can hardly wait. I want my life back!<br /><br />Not much else to report. My eating is pretty good, but not perfect. No fast food or sugar, just too much of the good stuff. I'm not gaining weight, but holding steady at 173. That doesn't make me happy but right now I just can't deal with another project in my life. <br /><br />It's a little after 8:30pm and I'm going to bed. My three hours of sleep last night is catching up with me. I miss the old me. I feel like I've lost myself along the way.

I've finally hit the wall

It's taken several weeks of long hours and little sleep, but I've finally hit the wall. I'm exhausted beyond words. I feel so ti...

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National Public Lands Day

September 25, 2010<br /><br />National Public Lands Day (NPLD) -- the nation's largest hands-on volunteer effort to improve and enhance America's public lands -- is just a week away. It provides an invaluable service-learning opportunity for students this fall. NPLD engages a diverse audience of adult and youth volunteers, whether at a national park, nature center or school garden. Go online to find an existing project or register your own. <br /><br />NPLD is also a great opportunity to bring learning outdoors and educate students of all ages about environmental stewardship. For ideas, check out NPLD's educational resource library, which includes lesson plans, project ideas, recreational opportunities and more. <br /><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQ4it865Rhc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQ4it865Rhc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />NPLD and EE Week are programs of the National Environmental Education Foundation.

National Public Lands Day

September 25, 2010 National Public Lands Day (NPLD) -- the nation's largest hands-on volunteer effort to improve and enhance America'...

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When did I become so boring?

I wanted to post quickly to let everyone know I'm still alive and haven't given up. <br /><br />Someone told me last week that they read my blog, and it's always either I'm working out or I'm having a bad day at work. <br /><br />It made me reflect on how sad this little blog has become lately. No insight on life or revelations or thoughts about weight loss. Just work and gym. Gym and work. <br /><br />I actually had a really fun Saturday this weekend (although I worked 12 hours Sunday...but such is life). We went to a Karala Association of Washington festival. It was their new year celebration. Karala is in India, the Southwestern portion. A coworker of my husband is from Karala and she invited us to attend. A coworker of mine is from a province near Karala so I invited him to go with us.<br /><br />It was very fun. There was a lunch, made of traditional Indian food, all homemade. We ate on green waxed paper that symbolized bamboo leaves and ate with our fingers. I learned how to use my three fingers and thumb to mush the food together, scoop up a mouthful with my three fingers and then push it into my mouth with my thumb. Very messy but kind of fun.<br /><br />After the lunch were was a three-hour show of dancing and skits (all skits were spoken in Malayalam, the language of Karala). My friend Naga speaks a different language, but could still translate some of the Malayalam for us. <br /><br />Luckily most of it was dancing and a fashion show (they used Lady Gaga music for part of the fashion show). The clothing was gorgeous, some traditional Saris and then some modern Indian clothing. The women were all model material. Beautiful. Some of the music was from Bollywood, which is like Hollywood but in Bombay, India (It's called Mumbai but Naga said in India the locals all still call it Bombay and think Mumbai is stupid).<br /><br />One of the dances was done by teenage girls dancing to Jai Ho (from Slimdog Millionaire - the song at the end of the movie). It was really good. Actually they were all fantastic dancers. Even the little kids did some of the dancing, five and six year olds. They were much better than I could ever dream of being.<br /><br />It was really fun having Naga with us, especially since we were the only non-Indian people there, among about 300 people. I learned so much about the Indian culture, the Hindu religion, their beliefs and customs. India is very rich culturally, and I loved learning about their way life. It was also very interesting being the minority, but everyone was super nice to us. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These litle girls were just amazing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcxOoqYPrzjS3UhrFlq3LkPh2K1ycEFYkPoBzJEO_cdds6Vc1c0RlL8tyK3ontJdORCk5iYS0FCykk43YCyhK2kaRvbUUTd4BHX8_pNyrOApvQaaAAO0rr7ZF5jvrv0KNbaX0q3JhhIVu/s1600/India+111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcxOoqYPrzjS3UhrFlq3LkPh2K1ycEFYkPoBzJEO_cdds6Vc1c0RlL8tyK3ontJdORCk5iYS0FCykk43YCyhK2kaRvbUUTd4BHX8_pNyrOApvQaaAAO0rr7ZF5jvrv0KNbaX0q3JhhIVu/s400/India+111.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Everyone had gorgeous costumes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGg8bVouj8n7se7mKcG2pkSbMXsx8dGhMmPzULvoZFq9DbsK5OxxxmlAmcRnQKKbyy9PzasVFo0CJH9jSoUlonm_NzfvVWxCQF5xnhp_u4i-K5kycOsy6Z9Yarc9KThbBG8sdqfcCjJV9/s1600/India+163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGg8bVouj8n7se7mKcG2pkSbMXsx8dGhMmPzULvoZFq9DbsK5OxxxmlAmcRnQKKbyy9PzasVFo0CJH9jSoUlonm_NzfvVWxCQF5xnhp_u4i-K5kycOsy6Z9Yarc9KThbBG8sdqfcCjJV9/s400/India+163.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These girls were teenagers. I talked to then after the show. They were so beautiful and very talented dancers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjf0dhSa2LdrhiQ5HAig_4HT2aeBJkuJC-kvu7egSypn8Qq63v5hJovq6xhyphenhyphen04Y4iiJhOhqCXGb4hVSF58cfykBuV_9RhTdPFFNs-XToFbE8AD5EQPiAv8ljRQFI0yv7l-S6qeMwYHlbV/s1600/India+169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjf0dhSa2LdrhiQ5HAig_4HT2aeBJkuJC-kvu7egSypn8Qq63v5hJovq6xhyphenhyphen04Y4iiJhOhqCXGb4hVSF58cfykBuV_9RhTdPFFNs-XToFbE8AD5EQPiAv8ljRQFI0yv7l-S6qeMwYHlbV/s400/India+169.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My husband's coworker, Divya and her husband. They were in a really sweet little skit that made everyone laugh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PGXgH2X7dUZfShX_exRgEIuzt7v1_zrzB-htx7-K0Gr0MRC7qJSt9aXqL6z-zkjbTMML-gIVRSEzcOxVk7qZajpjWm66va973N6XRV00Jtka8BPbvlQAXWPgK6lFWoQZHWPXU68NyAs7/s1600/India+217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PGXgH2X7dUZfShX_exRgEIuzt7v1_zrzB-htx7-K0Gr0MRC7qJSt9aXqL6z-zkjbTMML-gIVRSEzcOxVk7qZajpjWm66va973N6XRV00Jtka8BPbvlQAXWPgK6lFWoQZHWPXU68NyAs7/s400/India+217.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Naga and myself, and lots of food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qrRFR5hMyrK7IRG2cv5RGwS3cgJJzWXezOKoijS4Dp_2bHDVdEGFychul6Du9jdKey1Z8iehj7aSTNonfHFB-pRVw9A7lFEHnm1DOUrXPAbx_7G7OpjwKUGOdwr6QFmiRY8UOEdxPDFq/s1600/Naga+and+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qrRFR5hMyrK7IRG2cv5RGwS3cgJJzWXezOKoijS4Dp_2bHDVdEGFychul6Du9jdKey1Z8iehj7aSTNonfHFB-pRVw9A7lFEHnm1DOUrXPAbx_7G7OpjwKUGOdwr6QFmiRY8UOEdxPDFq/s400/Naga+and+me.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>

When did I become so boring?

I wanted to post quickly to let everyone know I'm still alive and haven't given up. Someone told me last week that they read my blog...

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