First Week in Paradise....

Well I suppose a week in paradise would be nice but I spent my last 7 in Iowa/Western Illinois.
We all need a (temporary thank God) change, right?I think I may have gone too far though.

What I was thinking was I will get some peace and quiet! My upstairs neighbor doesn't know that someone indeed lives downstairs and doesn't like to be awakened at 3:30 am by someone pounding on the floor. Parking issues. Sirens all the damn time. Crazies on the Metro. I wanted to get away and not have to pay.

At any rate, I figured there wouldn't be any distractions here so I could get my life in order and develop a routine and healthy eating (because the produce out here is not to be trifled with. Midwest = the best!) and exercise regiment.

I knew it would be slow and I knew it would be cornfields. I had no idea the vastness of the exponenitally infinity like amount of both. No brown folks.....bunch of cornfields ...no Black folks...bunch of cornfields...and my commute is just as long as back in the DMV....and through bunch of cornfields. And I have a Prius. Step on the gas and I swear the car smirks at me. SMIRKS. Then it looks at the corn stalks like can you believe her?

What do I get for my troubles: plenty of time and opportunity.
I'm bout to make up some goals...accomplish some goals and forget some goals as well!

Reading....avoiding Facebook.....weight loss.....reaching out to call  old people I would normally not think about talking to friends with all this spare time.....playing Songpop..........playing words with friends....sleeping and learning in this country town not to do too damn much. Because that is what I do back home daily: too damn much.

And oh yeah...professional development "jobby" type reasons as well...since they are paying!

Iowa Excitement of the week: I missed the entrance to my job one day. I know you're jealous of my 007 like traveling experiences!

Cornfield of the week:

Cobs of corn consumed in the last 7 days: 3