It’s me. Remember me? Swear to GOD, I’m still here…still reading your blogs…wishing I had time to write, or the foresight to schedule posts in advance, like all the organized bizznitches out there in Blog Land.
Apparently, I’m not one of them. If you are one of those organized bizznitches… I hate you. (No, actually, I love you. I want to be more like you.)
I haven’t even uploaded my pictures from my T.O. trip yet. I want to do my T.O. blog post, but that’ll have to wait for another day. A day when I have pictures to show you. As of right now…I got nothin’.
And here it is…
- I miss being on holidays. So, so much. I hate waking up in the morning. I hate relinquishing the comfiness of my bed. I despise my alarm clock with a passion so great that I’m surprised it has the audacity to continue going off each morning. Seriously. I am sooo not a morning person…
- The Keurig is making morningtime a smidge better. Oh, how I love my Keurig.
- I just spent, like, 5 minutes with Lindsay trying to figure out how to do that finger trick. You know, the one where you put your hands together, twist ‘em, and then you have one finger wiggling up and one wiggling down? 5 whole minutes. She’s an expert. I’m a work in progress.
- I have a doctor’s appointment today. I made the appointment a million years ago, when I discovered a small pea-sized lump below my left ear. I had a nurse friend look at it, expecting her to be all, “Dude, that’s nothing, don’t even worry about it.” She didn’t say that. She told me to get it checked. So of course, I was pretty sure I was dying of cancer. That was in May, and my doctor’s office couldn’t get me in any sooner than August 14th. I was then pretty sure I’d be dead by now. Of course, approximately three days after making the appointment, the pea disappeared. Of course it did. The good news is, I’m still alive. So…there’s that.
- I literally have nothing to talk to my doctor about today. I’m going to tell him about the pea, and he’ll probably laugh at me. I once told him I thought I had a brain tumor, and he kind of grinned and said, “I’m almost certain you don’t have a brain tumor, but I’ll send you for a scan…juuuust in case.” He knows I need reassurance like that. I hope he never retires.
- The only other problem I might have to discuss with him is this paining heel/ankle issue I’ve had for the past couple of months. I’ve been powering through, not letting it slow me down, but when I get up in the morning, I literally hobble around like an old lady for half an hour. And it hurts when I walk any distance at all. I have a feeling I know what he’s going to tell me… lose weight, dumbass. Except he won’t say it like that. The last time he gave me the “lose weight” speech, he did so in this round-about way, and he somehow worked a wooly mammoth into it. He might have even called me a wooly mammoth. I’m not sure.
- I’m pretty sure everyone’s sick of me and my “weight loss projects”, but I started a new one yesterday. I’m well aware that I need to get back on track and drop some pounds. Day 1 was going very well, until I started craving Chicken McNuggets. Why? I’m not even a McNugget kind of girl!!!! I’m a Big Mac kind of girl!!! But last night, I would’ve given my right arm for a Chicken McNugget meal with honey for the nuggets, tons of salt, vinegar, and ketchup for the fries, and a vanilla milkshake. My.right.arm.
- Instead, I ate a bag of Skor Minis that I “had to get rid of”. I ate the whole thing. But at least I didn’t drive to McDonalds, right? Small victory.
- Current obsession: I’m re-watching all the seasons of Friday Night Lights, and I’m being constantly reminded of how much I love this show, and how disappointed I am that it didn’t go on forever. A sign that I’m getting older: When I first started watching the show, I was drooling over the hot teenage football playing boys on the show; now, I’m all over Coach Taylor. Yum.
- On Sunday, I finished reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. Last night, I rented the movie. I thought both were exceptionally well done. I’m glad I read the book first, though, because I think I would’ve been totally lost if I watched the movie without the story fresh in my mind. Lisbeth Salander is a bad-ass mothertrucker, and she makes me want to be a computer hacker with a photographic memory. This morning, I’m typing fast and every time I make an invoice, I pretend I’m doing some serious hacking stuff instead. Who says grown ups can’t have an imagination?
I think that’s enough for one day…
Happy Tuesday, kids.