I stumbled across this really neat blog today called JenneThink … unfortunately, that broad hasn't updated forever.
Okay so the last time I posted was October 13. (And let's face it, that post was a place holder at best.) Since then? I've posted bupkis. So what HAVE I been doing? Well, it's gone like this:
October 13: Post lame post about writing and bees.
October 16: Fly to Philly. Have on camera interview about the Philadelphia Breast Cancer 3 Day. Check into hotel. Have rehearsal for opening ceremonies. Go to dinner with Philly Phriends. Hit the sack much, much too late.
October 17: Mostly typical Breast Cancer 3 Day Friday beginning at 4 a.m. and ending around 11 p.m.
October 18: Mostly typical Breast Cancer 3 Day Saturday beginning at 6 a.m. and ending around 11 p.m.
October 19: Mostly typical Breast Cancer 3 Day Sunday beginning at 6 a.m. and ending after closing ceremonies at 6:30 p.m. Drive like mad to the Philly airport to try to catch a flight back to Kansas City. Choke down a Auntie Anne's pretzel. Arrive home sweet home close to midnight.
October 20: Unpack. Make travel arrangements for later in the month. Call in for on-air interview during The Lynn Doyle show.
October 21: Laundry, laundry, laundry. Work diligently on keynote address for following week. Drive to Whole Foods and stock up on supplements and cough drops.
October 22: Pack and prepare for a wet Friday in Atlanta.
October 23: Fly to Atlanta. Check into hotel. Drive to opening site for rehearsal. Prepare (more) for a (very) wet Friday 3 Day.
October 24: Somewhat typical Breast Cancer 3 Day – at least the way it would have been had Noah been walking.
October 25: Mostly typical Breast Cancer 3 Day Saturday.
October 26: Mostly typical Breast Cancer 3 Day Sunday beginning at 6 a.m. and ending after closing ceremonies at 6:30 p.m. Drive like mad to the Atlanta airport to try to catch a flight back to Kansas City. Choke down a slice of Sbarro's pizza. Arrive home sweet home close to midnight.
October 27: Up early to unpack and repack. Catch flight to Denver for keynote. Drive to and check into hotel. Marvel and giggle at goldfish in my hotel room! Enjoy dinner with client. Tuck into bed around midnight.
October 28: Keynote in Denver. Fly back to KC (cut it too close to choke anything down, eat peanuts on plane). Pack for next day. Realize nothing is clean. Pack anyway vowing to find a way to do laundry.
October 29: Up at the crack of the crack to catch first flight to Tampa. Rent car and drive to Orlando to surprise Mom for lunch – mom doesn't recognize me (this isn't a joke). Get my feelings hurt. Pout. Get over it. Spend night in Orlando. (Laundry gets done).
October 30: Drive back to Tampa for an in-studio interview about the Tampa Breast Cancer 3 Day. Do rehearsal. Figure out costume for next day. Crash in hotel room. Get attacked by a cockroach the size of a snickers bar. Nearly puke. Call hotel operator. Cry. Deal. Fall into fitful sleep awaking every so often to shudder and brush imaginary bugs off my body.
October 31: Mostly typical Breast Cancer 3 Day Friday – plus pirate costume.
November 1: Mostly typical Breast Cancer 3 Day Saturday. More candy than usual – but shocking lack of Reese's Cups being handed out on the route. In my opinion.
November 2: Mostly typical Breast Cancer 3 Day Sunday – with 2 noticeable differences 1) Mom was there – YAY and 2) Closing ceremonies looked a bit like the beginning shot of Gilligan's Island. Now sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a …freakin crazy wind and rain storm that about took out 1900 Tampa Bay walkers and crew! Drive to Orlando after closing. Eat cupcakes and drink wine … the rest becomes fuzzy.
And that brings us to today. Which is almost tomorrow. I'm exhausted all over again just typing it out.
Now … where did I put that wine?