Filed under: Body
Ok, can we please speed it up here and get past New Years Day? The day itself is fine…what I really want is to be past the holidays. As nice as they were this year, I can’t take anymore food. I cannot eat another cookie. I can’t put another piece of cubed cheese into my mouth.
Well yeah, I could just walk by the meat and cheese tray.
But it’s the holidays!
Seriously, though, it’s amazing how shitty I feel. And I know the shitty feeling is because of what I’ve been eating. Sugar and Salt. Over and over and over. Mounds and mounds of sugar and salt. Not to mention large portions of every kind of meat known to mankind. And no exercise at all.
Blargh.
I need to remember this feeling – it will keep me motivated to eat sensibly.
I’ll start after finishing off the vast amounts of pork and sauerkraut I’ll be eating over the next 3 days.
See??? I’m already cutting back on the sugar.
Filed under: General
I’m going to say this at the risk of being given a giant wedgie by pretty much everyone else in the United States:
It’s odd…very, very odd…that we haven’t had any snow here yet this winter. I think it flurried one day a few weeks ago, but no laying snow at all.
And it’s not like I live in Texas or something (oh wait, even Texas has had snow this winter!). I live in Pennsylvania, where I’m familiar with the terms “Nor’Easter” and “Lake Effect”. Yet no snow.
It’s odd. Very, very odd.
I have taken to sleeping on the couch when I don’t stay overnight at the VIM’s house. It’s warmer in the living room, and the cramped sleeping area (and the couch back) makes it seem cozier – not like the vast expanse of cold sheet that taunts me “heh heh heh…just TRY to get your feet warm here, missy!“
The problem with sleeping on the couch is that the only way I can fall asleep is to leave the tv on. I always wake up the next morning remembering crazy dreams where I’m doing my laundry with the guys from “Ask This Old House”, or the one where I’m in a very important meeting at work, but everyone is communicating by singing songs from Time Life’s collection of Solid Gold Soul.
Filed under: The VIM
His intentions are so good.
When I stay overnight at the VIM’s house I usually go to bed 20 minutes or so before him. He needs to prowl around the house for awhile before he settles in for the night. Usually I’m semi-awake during his prowl, so I’m sort of aware of where he is at any given time.
The other night I fell into a deep sleep quickly. At some point that primitive watchdog in my brain became aware of someone/something In My Space. Someone/something was Watching Me. I sprang up and my forehead connected squarely with the poor VIM’s chin.
He was just leaning in to plant a little kiss on my forehead.
Sorry ’bout that teeth-shattering headbutt, dude.
Filed under: General
I just woke up to find that my bathtub drain isn’t working. It could be the last bit of really cold winter, I guess, but more likely it’s from me shedding more hair than a large English Sheepdog. I really DO try to keep it cleaned up before it hits the drain, but you know how it is…
Anyhow. Drain is clogged. Really really clogged. I have no Draino. I’ll put that on my list of things to get after work. For now, though, no shower. Normally this would be no problem, since there are showers at work. Unfortunately I have NO FREAKING WAY to get into the building this early, since my fob is on my daily keychain. In my car. At the garage. With no gas tank. Normally even THIS would be no problem…I’d just go in when the building opened, be ready later and stay later. But today I have an interview at 8am.
Seriously, this bad luck stuff sucks, doesn’t it???
Filed under: General
I’m definitely in the running for “Worst Timing” award.
My car broke down today.
The good news is that I just renewed my AAA membership, so towing only cost me $8.
The bad news is that when the mechanic was telling me what the problem was, everything after the words “$470 before labor, and it’s a pretty labor-intensive process” is a blur.
Ok, that’s a lie. It’s not all a blur. It’s a fuel pump module or somesuch, which apparently lives in or around the gas tank, which as I write this, is removed from my car and patiently awaiting the mechanic who tomorrow will take apart said gas tank and replace the evil bad non-working fuel module in an intricate, several-hour process.
Unfortunately I’m not lying about the $470 before labor cost.
*sigh*
Filed under: Photos
It was a tossup this year. I didn’t know if I was going to put the little tree up or not.
I’m never home.
It’s silly to spend time on something I won’t have time to enjoy.
I’ll have to rearrange the living room.
It’ll make dust.
Then, while the logical part of my brain was looking the other way, the nostalgic part took over and before I knew it the little tree was up.
Every year I toy with the idea of doing a “theme” tree. All blue and silver – all red bows – all musical instruments. In the end I can’t bear the thought of the decorations I own – the ones my grandmother gave to me when she stopped putting up a tree and the ones friends give me as gifts every year- sitting forgotten in a 20 year old shirt box while I ooh and aah over bright and shiny new ornaments. So up went the bells and the styrofoam gingerbread men and the scary-looking santas. There are Hallmark ornaments from 1976 and a S’More reindeer from 2003. It’s sparse in places, and I probably have too many big ornaments at the top. But last night I forsaked (forsook?) the computer and the television and sat tucked in my comforter on the couch and just looked at the tree. I didn’t realize I had so many oohs and aahs and smiles left in me for tired old ornaments.
Filed under: Photos
It was a tossup this year. I didn’t know if I was going to put the little tree up or not.
I’m never home.
It’s silly to spend time on something I won’t have time to enjoy.
I’ll have to rearrange the living room.
It’ll make dust.
Then, while the logical part of my brain was looking the other way, the nostalgic part took over and before I knew it the little tree was up.
Every year I toy with the idea of doing a “theme” tree. All blue and silver – all red bows – all musical instruments. In the end I can’t bear the thought of the decorations I own – the ones my grandmother gave to me when she stopped putting up a tree and the ones friends give me as gifts every year- sitting forgotten in a 20 year old shirt box while I ooh and aah over bright and shiny new ornaments. So up went the bells and the styrofoam gingerbread men and the scary-looking santas. There are Hallmark ornaments from 1976 and a S’More reindeer from 2003. It’s sparse in places, and I probably have too many big ornaments at the top. But last night I forsaked (forsook?) the computer and the television and sat tucked in my comforter on the couch and just looked at the tree. I didn’t realize I had so many oohs and aahs and smiles left in me for tired old ornaments.
Filed under: Photos
It was a tossup this year. I didn’t know if I was going to put the little tree up or not.
I’m never home.
It’s silly to spend time on something I won’t have time to enjoy.
I’ll have to rearrange the living room.
It’ll make dust.
Then, while the logical part of my brain was looking the other way, the nostalgic part took over and before I knew it the little tree was up.
Every year I toy with the idea of doing a “theme” tree. All blue and silver – all red bows – all musical instruments. In the end I can’t bear the thought of the decorations I own – the ones my grandmother gave to me when she stopped putting up a tree and the ones friends give me as gifts every year- sitting forgotten in a 20 year old shirt box while I ooh and aah over bright and shiny new ornaments. So up went the bells and the styrofoam gingerbread men and the scary-looking santas. There are Hallmark ornaments from 1976 and a S’More reindeer from 2003. It’s sparse in places, and I probably have too many big ornaments at the top. But last night I forsaked (forsook?) the computer and the television and sat tucked in my comforter on the couch and just looked at the tree. I didn’t realize I had so many oohs and aahs and smiles left in me for tired old ornaments.
Filed under: The VIM
The VIM has decided to start his own religion. He hasn’t worked out all the details yet, but I’ve asked if I could be either the Patron Saint of Coffee Drinkers or the Patron Saint of the Perpetually Peppy.
He said he already had me slated as the Patron Saint of the Askers of Many Many Questions.
