Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Trying to get a picture posted...

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

The light bulb went off

So last night I get home from the gym...mix myself a rum and diet and sit down in front of the tv to wait for 24 to come on. It's still so pretty and light outside that I think to myself what a shame it is that I'm not outside enjoying the beautiful weather.

The light bulb went off....

I have this way of coming up with brilliant ideas when I reach the initial stages of intoxication. You know that point right before you get shitfaced, but you're happy and you're feeling it just enough....

I say brilliant ideas like I mean it. I DON'T!

So I proceed to walk outside and sit on the front porch. "EH!! This is boring. Why don't I do some lunges!!!"


So lunging away I go. Then I get my daughter to come lunge with me. WOW -- this is great. After that, I play tag with her. She's 6 mind you...and even though she's 1/5 my age...the child's legs are almost as long as mine. I caught her...but damn that was some work.

Nevertheless...I'm SOOO not thinking about how I'm going to be able to move today. Forethought is not quite my forte.

MY THIGHS AND ASS ARE BURNING. So bad that I don't know if I'm going to be able to work out today. Way to go sparky...chalk one more up for the brilliant drunk girl...

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Hormonally Challenged....

It's truly amazing to me how when a series of things happens on one particular day of the month affects you one way, but then the same thing could happen 14 days later and affect you in a totally different way...argh is all I can say.

Yes...I had a morning. It was one of those mornings where you think to yourself, "I'm buying plane tickets to Jamaica as soon as I get to work." It was one of those mornings where I looked forward to sitting at my desk and taking a deep breath. Yes! I said looked forward to going to work.

Then I get to work only to have a chocolate chip cookie the size of a large dinner plate basically forced down my throat. HAHA! Don't you love how I made it sound like I didn't have a choice. You know what? This all started with those two tacos that were leftover from the dinner I got for the kids last night. Again...normally, two hard shell tacos from Taco Hell are no more appealing to me then a plate of spinach...or brussel sprouts. But on this particular night...they had little voices, and I could hear them, quietly calling my name....

Tonight...I am going to the gym. I am going to work out hard...Hopefully that will flip me out of this PMS funk that I'm in. AND LADIES....our big baby husbands/boyfriends/brothers/fathers etc. etc. they think they have it SOOOO hard....GIVE BIRTH FOUR TIMES...THEN TELL ME HOW HARD IT IS TO BE A MAN!

....rant complete....

Friday, March 31, 2006

Friday afternoons

Don't you love when you're the only one left in the office at 3 o'clock on Friday afternoon and you want more than anything to just go home, but CAN'T????

I work in an office where the norm is for all of the salaried employees (everyone but me) to go home anytime between 11 and 1 o'clock on Friday afternoons and leave little ole me to man the phones and the front desk.

NOW -- I realize that I am a lowly hourly employee, and that with responsibility comes perks (none of which I have) HOWEVER...I'd like to think that I'm from the school of thought that originates in leading by example.

Guess I'm the only one hey?


So since I started my own personal battle of the bulge, my sleeping problems have pretty much dwindled away. BUT -- now I have a new problem. There are some nights that I wake up and feel like I didn't sleep a wink. How is that possible when I sleep the whole night through with no interruption? Well apparently I have become dreamy smurf, or maybe a dreamy dwarf Last night I had a particularly disturbing dream, which led me to delve farther into exactly what these things mean. So off I head to Wikipedia...

Looks like I'm going back to PSYC

Thursday, March 30, 2006

My first post

Is this what people do with their time now instead of aimlessly searching the web all day? I guess it's not really for everyone, considering some people would rather keep their thoughts inside their head, but, the L inspired me. I have always had the tendency to share my random thoughts, and what better place? This may even relieve most of my friends, since they're the one's that are usually tortured by having to listen to my random ramblings. That's how I know they really love me!

I listen to my four year old and realize what I sound like to all of the people around me. As adorable as he is, he truly talks, sometimes, just to hear himself talk. Do I do that? Unfortunately I think the answer to the questions is a resounding YES!

At least here, people only have to listen to what they want to listen to! How liberating...