That’s enough… I can’t figure out a few things and it’s just going to have to stay like this.
To help compensate for my recent change of work routine (sitting vs running), I have throttled back on my carb consumption. I am a carbohydrate addict… more specifically, a bread addict… a Brownberry Oatnut addict. I was eating about 3-4 slices a night. I know that might not sound like a big deal, but add that up, nite after nite – late at nite – plus, the act of doing it… against promises to myself, not in control, stuff like that, it was a big deal. For me. Not to mention, even though the nutritional value is not bad, there are still calories that add up, and calories = lbs = weight. Which brings me back to the sitting vs running.
I need to exercise more. My key-typing fingers are fine, it’s the rest of me that is getting fat. I have gained 20 lbs in the last year or so (whoops, can’t use the job change for an excuse, can I?), but I predict a growth if I don’t change my routine. You heard it here folks. Gee, maybe I could turn this into a “my weight-loss-diary” kind o’ blog, and post lovely progress pho-tos… mmm, no. Although I must say, personally, I enjoy looking at before and after pics when I need a little motivation once in awhile…. ANYway, that’s not gonna happen here.
So I started eating my sugar-free popsicles again. I ate them a-l-l-l the time a couple of years ago, hence the popsicle eating kittykitty. They’re perfect when I get a sweet attack. Problem is, and I remember it now, is that my innards seem to have a problem with the Splenda if I consume too much… it bubbles and rumbles all over the place. So I think moderation is the key even with the popsicles.
Shoot. It’s 0700 already. I got up at 0500 so I could get an early start with work, and I’ve putzed around all morning so far. dagnabbit. Hey, did Philly win? OH, that’s right, rained out. I think it was on purpose. Yup, a pre-arrangement with Mother Nature and the TV station… gotta keep the World Series on, more money more money. Geesh, I gotta GO! xoxo
grrr, I am sooo crabby. Although I should be ok now.
Waay too much activity upon arisal this morning. Downstairs bathroom should be finished today – yay. Very prit-ty. Psycho dog’s meds have kicked in, hubby just left with the big one to get the towel racks, tp holder etc. (yes, I’m trusting him with this assignment), and I just made a fresh pot o’ coffee with my first self-ground beans. Yes, should be ok now.
Even tho I swore I’d never buy a pair of crocs for hospital running around, I couldn’t resist these –
Aren’t they cute? Very comfy too, although the first day I wore them, the bottoms of my feet felt the same way they did after wearing fishnet stockings with my cfm boots. There’s little nubbies on the inside bottom of the shoe (I guess it’s supposed to do something beneficial to your feet… hell if I know), but they caused some discomfort after a 12 hr shift this weekend.
ANyway, should probably take advantage of the momentary quiet and get some work done.
Oh NO! There’s blood in my caffiene stream!
ha, that cracks me up. For some reason I was flippin’ around in my old blogger entries, and came across that line from Ron at PinkPig. Yup, 7 years ago, holymoly. Time flies.
I don’t feel like doing a damn thing tonite. What the heck. I taped a slew of shows since Tuesdays are my class nite, so I think I’ll just kick my feet up and veg… ok, maybe click around here n’ there a bit, just enough so the screensaver doesn’t come on.
My boob itches. ‘scuse me. Which reminds me, I can always tell when it’s time for a new bra when I bend over, like to play with the dogs or something, and a boobie falls out. Well, ’tis true. I suppose… it’s one of those necessary things that I hate buying and so I wait until the last minute, ya know?
hohum. I was going to tell you something else, now I forgot. Those darn tangents of mine…
Oh well. If I remember it later I’ll come back, k?
So here I am, trying to work with a 7 yr old psychotic dog on my lap, barking and shivering in cycles. This is going to be a long, freakin’ 4 months if she doesn’t get used to these workers in our house. Someone suggested this au naturale calming potion for the dog. Stinks man, like dead fish. Not sure if it’s working or not.
Well, we’re going to try “doggy daycare” with her gramma for a couple of hours this morning – over at Mumsy’s house. We shall see if she’s less vocal outside of her own terrain, ya know?
ok, gotta go.
Everything people need to know about Cialis
Holy-moly, I just woke up from a 5 hr nap. I saved lives today, then thought I’d just rest my eyeballs after dinner. Well, hubby let me sleep on the couch until almost 10:00. geesh. Made a pot o’ coffee, and now it’s like I just started my day. You know, where no brain matter is exactly operating to full capacity yet. Oh well.
Let’s see… summary from last week. Had pink hair briefly (by mistake) until she fixed it. Rosie-puppy chewed through the cable cord in the living room (on a Saturday of course), so hubby and I had to play Cableman, which, if you knew hubby, you’d know that it was not an activity that I would wish on my worst enemy.
The Badgers lost their second Final Four game. Bummer. Maybe next year.
Daughter dearest is teaching “pole dancing.” Yup, where you twist and turn and go upside down and around a fireman’s pole. It’s a fitness thing, silly. Although it is supposed to have some extra perks with the spousal unit. Fun.
umm… been having a run of fun, artsy client sites to work on lately. In fact, Michelle always has some groovy links to peruse. I started a site for her recently and am waiting for more goodies to get up there. A recent link she posted – Alison Palmer. Aren’t those birdies adorable?
Finished Peter’s site last nite…
Hey, where the hell is Bran? Anybody know? :(
Oh, know what? Do any of you remember a little story I wrote for Jeff a handful of years ago? Well, the other day I got an email from someone in Florida who said he was doing a search on google for “I think I’m an angel” (??) and read that story. He was writing because he felt the same way, and for years felt that he was kind of weird, or psychic or something. He just wanted to know if it was a true story, and if so, we had to be soul mates. I guess that’s just another amazing thing about the Internet, no?
And that’s about it for the monthly post thing. You all ok? From what I’ve read recently, looks like you’re all still pluggin’ away. Good deal.
Ok. Think I may be up all nite. Of course, that could bite me in the booty come around 2pm tomorrow. Oh well, then I’ll just have to take another nap, right?
c’yall next time.