My job

There are days I love my job and there are days I hate my job.  Today, was wonderful.  I am so happy I have a job that allows me to be outside and in the community.  It makes life so interesting. 

Today was a breath of fresh air after several months of struggle.  I been debating whether or not I wanted to stick with this career in journalism.  Some days I wish I was back teaching...and teaching was awesome, don't get me wrong...but journalism is something I'm so much more passionate about.  Even though I rarely get weekends or holidays off, I'm getting to experience the world like no one else and for that I am grateful.  

If you are debating the "safe" job as opposed to following your heart and chasing your dream, I would highly recommend going after exactly what you want...don't even think about settling on mediocre.  

I wish I was in Memphis really bad right now!

Why am I ready to be back home?  Well, of course, I miss my family and friends.  What really hurts is that my Memphis Tigers just lost in the Sweet 16 and now I am forced to go into work tomorrow and find absolutely no one to sympathize with.  It would have helped the sting of the loss if I at least had someone who was as sad as I was.  Oh well...time to move on...there's always next year!

Before I move on...I do need to complain about CBS or KSLA, whoever is responsible.  I texted Michael early in the day and told him I thought we should go to this bar that's nearby and watch the game - this bar has the world's best buffalo wings by the way.  Michael says he's cool with that.  We go,  I'm excited...next thing you know, 3 minutes into the game, we're watching the Duke/Villanova game.  I get mad, but figure we'll eat our wings and then go back to my apartment and watch the game on the computer - but at least while we're eating, I can still keep up with the score.  HA!  KSLA puts up a weather ticker OVER the score.  So irritating.  We came back home at the half and I was able to watch Memphis lose.  Anyway, who here cares anything about Duke?

Still working on my running.  My mile time is about 8:45, which isn't horrible, but could be a lot better.  

And, oh yes, I turn 25 on Sunday.  Is it wrong that I still get really excited about my birthday?  I know I'm not ten anymore, but gosh, it's fun to have a day where you can do anything you want guilt free.  I'm not exactly sure what Michael and I will be doing, all I  know is that there better be a brownie alamode involved.  

Anyway, it's bed time.  Sweet dreams.

I'll be wearing my Memphis flip-flops tomorrow!

-Corrie

Running!

I am so happy that spring is here.  It makes getting my butt out of bed to hit the running trail much easier.  I'm trying to get back to where I was 2 years ago.  That's when I was doing 5k's just about every weekend and actually winning medals in some of them.

Yesterday, I timed myself and I was able to do about 4 miles in 44 minutes.  I know that's not great, but it's so much better than where I had been...which was just barely running a mile.  I'm hoping to get my time down a lot in the next few weeks.  I ran the 4 mile "Zoom through the Zoo" 2 years ago in 34 minutes, so I know it's possible!  

Tomorrow, which is Wednesday, is actually my Monday and I'm just so not in the mood to go back to work.  The weekends go by so fast and it just stinks that I don't have weekends off with Michael.  Maybe one day!

I'm attaching a picture from last year, just because it makes me laugh.  Michael and I had just started dating and our friend Janice came with us on a fishing trip.  Everything was going fine until the boat's motor broke and Michael got out to pull us back to the dock, which was only about 30 feet away.  We were near another dock, but it wasn't the dock where our car was parked, so Mike told me to push us off that dock to get us moving.  Wouldn't you know, I push off, don't have good control of my body and end up FULLY clothed in the FREEZING cold lake.  Michael is so mad about the boat not working that this just adds to his frustration.  Good thing Janice was there.  She just couldn't stop laughing, but I was glad...at least me falling in was good for entertainment!

-Corrie

Big Steps

Michael and I are taking a HUGE step.  I am excited and nervous and scared and hopeful that everything will work out.  

Basically, he's moving to Shreveport so we don't have to do the long distance thing anymore.  The past four months have been HARD to say the least but I'm hoping they've made us stronger as well.  I'm so ready to get our lives started together and just be with each other without so many complications. 

Happy 2009!

My goals...

*I will complete at least a half marathon...possibly a full marathon.

*I will become a better anchor and reporter.

*I will not complain as much.

*I will not argue over petty stuff with my boyfriend.

*I will take a much needed vacation.

*I will find the perfect anchor hair style.

*I will not be so lazy.

*I will be happier.

New Year's Eve "Friends"

First of all...HAPPY NEW YEAR!

This is my angry blog.  I'm going to write a separate blog in a bit about 2009 resolutions.  

Last night was New Year's Eve and I had plans to meet up with a bunch of friends and I was lucky enough to convince my boyfriend, Michael, to come along.  I didn't get off work until 10:30 so I made sure to get ready completely so I could walk out the door and go out.  Well, 3 of my friends told us to meet them over at one of their houses before hand.  We get there and not everyone is ready yet and once they do get ready...everyone decides it will be a good idea to pile into my car.  I have a small car that holds at the most 5 skinny people.  There were six of us.  I get nervous with that many people especially on New Year's Eve when extra cops are going to be patrolling.  My friends assure me that they'll get a cab home, I'll just be taking them to the casino.  

To finish this story quickly...we go to one casino, stay there for the countdown, then leave...everyone piles into my car, and we go to another casino.  At this point Michael and I start boogieing down and having a great time.  We wander off to another part of the casino and gamble for a little bit.  We are there for about 30 minutes.  One of my friends calls me and I tell her where we are.  Michael and I walk back over to where they are and everyone is gone.  I call each of my friends that came with me...the same one who called me earlier answers the phone after two other "friends" ignore me and tells me they left and went to Waffle House.  

Michael and I go to Waffle House to make sure everything is okay and that everyone has a ride home and to my surprise one of my friends is angry at me because Michael and I didn't give her a play by play of where we were going, even though last time I checked, I am an adult and don't have to do that.  She goes on and on about how rude it was of us to not let anyone know where we were.  

I can't deal with that drama and I can't deal with those type of people.  I'm 24 years old.  I am in love with a man I am certain I will spend the rest of my life with.  Excuse me for wanting to take a breather with just him for a few minutes.  

Anywho...it really hurt me and only one of my friends thanked me for taking their butts all over town last night.  

Okay...I'm done with that...

Do I see myself as a "victim?"

I have a sweet boyfriend but like most couples...we have our share of fights.  We live an hour an a half away from each other...so there are a lot of difficult moments.

Usually it's because I get upset because he goes hunting instead of coming over to see me.

To be fair, I work a strange schedule so on Saturday morning I go into work at midnight, get off around 8 or so and usually go home and sleep all day.   Same goes for Sundays.  So if Michael was to come over, it would be likely that he would be sitting next to me why I sleep all day.  

Still, I get so upset when he doesn't come, because come Monday, I will drive to be there with him even though he'll be at work all day.  

I feel like if he doesn't come visit, he's choosing something over me.  It's either because he wants to go out with friends in his home town or he's getting up early to go hunting.  He says this isn't so and he says he would not have a problem with me not coming to see him one Monday if I was to develop some sort of hobby that kept me in my town.

He says when I say things like he's picking something over me, I'm making myself out to be a victim.  I think I'm just airing my concerns.

I know he loves me and I love him but I want someone who wants to spend time with me.  Especially when there are some days when we can't see each other at all.