Paige is having an emotional meltdown and taking me along for the ride.
A dear, dear friend just lost her Grandpa and I can’t give her a hug.
My Internet is down. I forgot to pay my DSL bill since I switched to “paperless billing” and then switched from Hotmail to Gmail and I am a complete dumbass for not noticing.
My station wagon is now past the “bumper to bumper warranty” period and it just started making noises like a smoker with emphysema.
Since I have been drinking all this water, it makes me get up in the middle of the night to go pee. This is tragic for the sleep deprived.
I weighed myself on a different scale. It said I weighed 6 lbs more than my fantastic, wonderful, marvelous scale at home.
I had to meet with Paige’s father and it was less than encouraging. But this is not surprising.
#3 is making me converse with customer service representatives and this is something that I loathe more than going to the gynecologist.
I just realized that I have not been on a vacation in over TWO YEARS.
I started getting bogged down by the NPR’s coverage of our impending economic doom so I started listening to conventional radio stations. THEN I GOT REALLY DEPRESSED.
But as they say, you should make lemonade when life hands you lemons.
And I plan to.
I also plan on pouring a liberal shot of vodka in there and toast to better days to come.
PS. Posts will be intermittent until I get this internet thing restored. I am also taking advantage of the situation by working my site a little and taking a needed respite from the hustle and bustle. XOXO, G
I won’t lie. I was down in the dumps after my Uncle’s passing. As a result, I was kind of “loose” with my normal grooming habits. For instance, I think I wore the same sweats for 3 days in a row. In fact, I probably wore the same everything for 3 days in a row. Just so you know, by day 3 your sweats are starting to sag around the ass and knees which looks REALLY flattering. This may have worked when I was 18 and was all fresh and dewy in my youth, but when you’re 34, you end up looking like a washed out druggie looking for a fix.
I just watched the latest Momversation episode (which was filmed last week) and my hair looks all flat and shiny (but it’s all greasy and gross). Just so y’all know, I spend half the time wearing my hair flat and the other half painstakingly curling it with a 3/4 inch Vidal Sassoon ceramic curling iron that I got at Marshalls for $9.99. (It is the best curling iron that I ever owned and it recently died as well. There was a moment of grieving involved with that too.)
Because I have issues with falling asleep, you can pretty much guess how much rest I got based on whether or not my hair is curly (because it takes so much time to do). I keep telling myself that I am going to break down and get a perm just so I can sleep in and still get the same effect, but everytime that say “perm” to someone, they make a face and say something like, “DID YOU SAY PERM? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? THAT IS SOOOO 80′s.”
And don’t even try say the word “perm” in a salon. It’s like the F-word in there.
I used to make apologies for being lazy. Now I make apologies for being too busy.
I am finding that juggling blogging and consulting gigs to be challenging. I have to be super efficient, which means every part of the day is scheduled. This kind of rigidity is the opposite of how I want my life to be, but I am beginning to think that it’s a blessing in disguise. Nowadays, I have to make decisions on how to spend my time, instead of flitting about doing whatever I felt like doing “in the moment.” As a result, I am writing more efficiently and I don’t get sidetracked as much. This is a good thing because I get side tracked A LOT.
Here are the latest weight stats, with a couple of caveats:
I didn’t measure myself. I can’t find where I put the tape measure and as you can imagine, using a Stanley retractable construction tape measure is not going to cut it.
I weighed myself this evening, versus in the morning.
Please excuse the bad outfit. That shirt makes me look like I am going diving.
I thought it would be fun to look back in time and compare photos. Here is the first (photographed) weigh in:
I dare say, my ass is getting smaller. Paige would be mortified.
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