Today started out kind of crappy. Yeah everybody has those days when you are just out of sync with yourself. I'll describe how my morning went...

 

So I'm up at 6 and rolling out of bed to get on some running clothes. I'm not a morning person at all. I don't speak to anybody because I would much rather still be in bed. This morning I literally rolled out of bed. I had no idea I was on the edge. I hit my head on my nightstand and the picture fell off and broke. It is funny looking at it now... but one should know that you are always close to the edge when you are on a twin bed. So I pick up the pieces of glass and the frame. I managed to make it to the bathroom with a casualty. I turned too soon and my big toe decided to pick a fight with the door jam. Shooting pain up my leg is what really wakes me up in the morning. There really isn't a whole lot you can do w/ a toe that doesn't want to bend. So what did I do... still go running. Run through the pain. Yeah that makes sense. I should of just turned around and climbed back into bed and not run. But no... I pushed through and continue to get ready to go running. Wash of my face and teeth and head downstairs.

 

So I'm almost to the point of talking but I'm still not because of how my morning was going, it was better for everybody if I just kept to myself. I get my water bottle; grab my headphones and head to my car to get my iPod. I spent most of Sunday afternoon washing my car. It was getting a little dirty so I cleaned it. I even armoralled the tires and cleaned the leather seats. My car this morning looked like I haven't washed it in a while and leave it parked in a chicken coop all the time. My car was covered with bird crap. I think every bird in Oxford decided to hang out over my car or they had this clean car radar and decided to mark territory or something. By this point it is 6:30 and close to 80 something degrees. So I moved my car to the shade and hosed it off so the bird's love droppings wouldn't be so hard to wash off later. I finally got to my run @ 7:15. It was a good 3-mile run/walk. Had to walk more than run b/c of my big toe at the start, but running through the pain was the best thing. I lost about 8 pounds of water weight on the run. 

 

Things continued on the rough path all morning. I was taking down my framed bid day pictures from freshman year and I some how managed to drop the one of the whole sorority, on my foot and managed to hit my pledge class group photos. So, more broken glass. So at that point I made a mental note.... DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING BREAKABLE. So I'm taking that photo and the pledge class photos to be re-framed.  

 

The turn of my day happened @ noon today. Ironic? Maybe, but the mail came early today. This is significant. There was a package in the mail for me. I love getting stuff in the mail. Letters, packages, post-cards, etc. I wasn't expecting anything, never am, but it was a nice surprise. I got a late graduation gift from our good family friends from Houston, TX. We might as well be related b/c they are as close as family to us. They sent me two cookbooks. I know this probably sounds mundane but I love cookbooks. I have about 20 or so books of all different kinds and none could top the ones I got today. One of the cookbooks was made/put together in 1949. It was an original. The “Home Demonstration Clubs” of Sunflower County put it together. There are hand drawings through out it and little notes and stains in it as well. The other was a copy of the 1899 White House cookbook. Completely different style of cookbook than what I'm use to. Each recipe is a paragraph or more w/o an ingredient list. You have to read the whole recipe to know what you need before you get started. That is one way to get somebody to read the directions before they get started. It made my day. 

I'm easy to please. If anybody every has any doubt on what to get me as a gift... if it is cooking related; I'm sure to like/love it. For instance, I was given an apron, a cookbook, random cooking utensils, and some spices one time as a gift... I loved it. I'm the kind of person that will go into an antique store and look for old cookbooks, cooking pans, pots or skillets, and so forth. Yes, I might look at the furniture, but I'm always finding myself looking at old kitchen stuff. These two new additions to my cookbook collection are amazing. If I every throw a late 40s themed food party I'll know where to look. So besides my rough morning, I hope things don't continue to dismantle around me.