A week!

... a full whole week! I have been busy up to my ears - kinda :)

Well! I have moved - fully. New curtains, packed away clothes, and slept on my bed in the new apartment for 5 nights now. It is going very very well. My roomie is cool, and we respect each other's space. However, she seems to be 'good' friends with the young indian girl from the next apartment... and - well - I don't fancy her boldfaceness. She comes in our apartment, and sits on our couch.... "Allyuh need a TV - right here so", and she gestures just infront of her. As I opened my eyes on Sunday morning - "Aye, mornin'... soooo what you gonna do for the rest of the day?"
Other irritating questions include - "You have a boyfriend?", "Yuh doh want to get cable? Wanna come over to watch TV?", "Yuh doh be bored?" and the like.
In true Ally McBeal stylin', I was running up to her and doing a body slam right there on the kitchen tiles, however, I smiled and answered - very generally. "No", "Going to mom's for lunch", "No", "No", and "No, thanks". She must think I'm a prude. Heck - she's only 19... she probably thinks alot of not too correct things. *yaow-sa!*

Apparently, me moving out is just what the doctor prescribed - my mom is not talking bad about me! Next step - having her look at me without scorn. I'm working on it (yes, by staying away - in my family, sitting and talking things out is NOT the way to go... not even an option!)

I've been home, though, a couple times this weekend - my baby bro fell ill with Bell's Palsy, and so I go to visit him, massage his face to get his motor skills in order... lawd-'a-mercy.

Also for the weekend, I went hiking! Up to Paragrant - man, 1 hour down, 1.5 hours uphill... steep, steep uphill. This really is training for the BGTT Energy Challenge... you know, on each and every hike that I do, I swear to GOD that I would NEVER EVER IN LIFE do another hike... yet who is the first to sign up??? Whew...
I swore on the hike that I was gonna die - right there and then, with the hill so steep that my nose almost touched the floor when walking up. However, I tried my best - with water, Gatorade, and carb snacks - to keep up... I really tried...
Can you believe that they (my company) chose me to be on the Challenge team????????????????? "You have GOT to be frickin' kidding me!!" - Yeah, this is what I STILL think... Now, I am not trying to be modest and humble, nor am I out to impress anyone... I really and honestly do think that I am way too unfit, and didn't do too well. However, Monday morning, I see people coming up to me - "hey, heard you did well on the hike." Errr.... ah-say-whaa? Seeeeriously... I am gonna really train at the gym - cardio-wise because the major problem was catching my breath.
And yes - thus far, I am the only woman... woof.

No - I really am not being modest and nice ... I really am a bit worried about my fitness and I think they (being the team) are mistaken... but I'm gonna work on it. We got another training hike on Saturday to Paria. God be with me. *Oh yes, I real real prayed on that hike!!!*

Why do you feel the need to constantly compare ourselves to external things? How can we control it? Can we really be just sufficiently content with what we are and have without gauging ourselves with others? When does the standard setting begin and end with our own selves? I mean... I'm all for good competition and beneficial comparison... well, not "for" it, but I get that it's somewhat human nature as it comes so naturally when in a society... but man!
I've been trying to control mine... give it some boundaries. It's slowly hitting me that different circumstances means different paths and different choices/values/etc. and so in that comparison sorta gets grey around the edges. By getting into activities - hiking, gymming, charity-ing - I felt a bit more content with myself, and stopped looking at the girl who makes so much more money than I do and who drives a newer car. But for sure - it doesn't stop - maybe like energy, it changes form, but never dies. Who knows... what I saw is that now I compare myself to - say - her in a different light - just not as competitive. I can blab eh? Presh-uh!

That's what you get for reading; reading sux arse (Southpark - episode with the chicken 'lover').

*Zue hikes to a level-er ground*