Friday, May 11, 2007
Happy Friday Y'all!
Here's some Girl Power to bring in the weekend!
P.S. "They lip gloss sheep." is now my new personal motto.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
But It's So Tweet and Tasty!
I fantasized about popsicles all day today.
I'm now in day two of my new regime. After my lost weekend, I had a long talk with myself, decided to cut the crap and just buckle down with eating better. So far, so good.
When I wasn't feeling well though, I had asked the Marine to see if he could get me all juice popsicles. He couldn't, but since we have a popsicle kit at home, he got me Dole's mango, pineapple and peach juice.
And may I just say OH. MAH. GUH.
It is so deliciously decadent. And the best part is if I have four, it's still only 1 cup of juice! But the down side is that eventually, I've got to lessen the amount of sugar in my diet and kiss my beloved popsicles goodbye.
Pray, not yet dear delectable homemade goodie.
I'm now in day two of my new regime. After my lost weekend, I had a long talk with myself, decided to cut the crap and just buckle down with eating better. So far, so good.
When I wasn't feeling well though, I had asked the Marine to see if he could get me all juice popsicles. He couldn't, but since we have a popsicle kit at home, he got me Dole's mango, pineapple and peach juice.
And may I just say OH. MAH. GUH.
It is so deliciously decadent. And the best part is if I have four, it's still only 1 cup of juice! But the down side is that eventually, I've got to lessen the amount of sugar in my diet and kiss my beloved popsicles goodbye.
Pray, not yet dear delectable homemade goodie.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Just Like Brian Wilson Did
I've basically been in bed since Saturday afternoon.
The weekend started off with glorious weather and although a little tired, the Marine and I went to The Victory Cafe for brunch. We wanted to go somewhere we hadn't tried before and it didn't disappoint.
Saturday was also Yard Sale Heaven, so of course the Marine was in his element. We stopped at a couple and the Marine scored a beautiful singer sewing machine for 15 dollars. It's perfect for him because he likes to get work pants second hand because they're basically trashed within two weeks, but he always needs to shorten them or let them out or whatever.
Or as the Marine would put it: "Sewing machine. Lose 2 hetero points."
So we got back, and by about 2 pm, I could not, I mean COULD NOT keep my eyes open. I went to bed and have basically been there ever since, rising only for "the essentials", the odd bit of telly and emailing my work to let them know I won't be in. It's only been today that I've felt somewhat human again.
The only thing I can put it down to is my sinusitis, because the trees are blooming and the air is full of crap. Granted it's all natural, cycle of life, pollenascious stuff, but as far as my nostrils are concerned, it's crap. The front of my face feels like it's been roto rootered.
And I'm exhausted. Now I know why last week I felt so draggy. But I feel as if my sinus spidey sense was off. I should have seen this coming but I didn't. I should have realized that with my mum in hospital and my work schedule being what they are that something was up when my appetite started to plummet. But I put it down to coming out of the winter blues, being busy of late, needing a break whatever, not my sinuses.
Maybe it's all of that.
I just don't do "sick" well. I don't mean to imply that everybody else loves it, but by default I end up infusing it with more meaning than it has. I need to actively work to remind myself that I will get well again and not be so down about the fact that I'm not 100% cause even when I'm 100% it's not 100% if you know what I'm talking about. [I know Ragdoll and Hassan do] I just get this sinking feeling that I am losing even more time than I already have.
I wonder sometimes when I'll have more energy for something other than my job. There it is. I said it.
I mean I love my job and I love the people I work with, but damn, this livin' weekend to weekend shit has got to go. There is so much more I want to do and be.
So I'm retrenching, and starting to look at my diet first and get that cleaned up. Then I'm going to exercise more.
Well that's the plan now that I've finally emerged from bed. Baby steps y'all. Baby steps.
The weekend started off with glorious weather and although a little tired, the Marine and I went to The Victory Cafe for brunch. We wanted to go somewhere we hadn't tried before and it didn't disappoint.
Saturday was also Yard Sale Heaven, so of course the Marine was in his element. We stopped at a couple and the Marine scored a beautiful singer sewing machine for 15 dollars. It's perfect for him because he likes to get work pants second hand because they're basically trashed within two weeks, but he always needs to shorten them or let them out or whatever.
Or as the Marine would put it: "Sewing machine. Lose 2 hetero points."
So we got back, and by about 2 pm, I could not, I mean COULD NOT keep my eyes open. I went to bed and have basically been there ever since, rising only for "the essentials", the odd bit of telly and emailing my work to let them know I won't be in. It's only been today that I've felt somewhat human again.
The only thing I can put it down to is my sinusitis, because the trees are blooming and the air is full of crap. Granted it's all natural, cycle of life, pollenascious stuff, but as far as my nostrils are concerned, it's crap. The front of my face feels like it's been roto rootered.
And I'm exhausted. Now I know why last week I felt so draggy. But I feel as if my sinus spidey sense was off. I should have seen this coming but I didn't. I should have realized that with my mum in hospital and my work schedule being what they are that something was up when my appetite started to plummet. But I put it down to coming out of the winter blues, being busy of late, needing a break whatever, not my sinuses.
Maybe it's all of that.
I just don't do "sick" well. I don't mean to imply that everybody else loves it, but by default I end up infusing it with more meaning than it has. I need to actively work to remind myself that I will get well again and not be so down about the fact that I'm not 100% cause even when I'm 100% it's not 100% if you know what I'm talking about. [I know Ragdoll and Hassan do] I just get this sinking feeling that I am losing even more time than I already have.
I wonder sometimes when I'll have more energy for something other than my job. There it is. I said it.
I mean I love my job and I love the people I work with, but damn, this livin' weekend to weekend shit has got to go. There is so much more I want to do and be.
So I'm retrenching, and starting to look at my diet first and get that cleaned up. Then I'm going to exercise more.
Well that's the plan now that I've finally emerged from bed. Baby steps y'all. Baby steps.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Draggin' It
This week’s been a bonefide knuckle dragger so far. Ever have those? Surely you do.
Sleep yet wake up feeling like you need 6 more hours?
Incessantly crave ice cream?
They bring your coffee and your first thought is “You don’t have an I.V. of that?”
I’ve been fantasizing about my upcoming trip to the spa. Where should I go? What should I have buffed and puffed? [I was just on the threshold of the “too much info” area wasn’t I? LOL!]
In addition, my craven and nihilistic affair with Pepsi Cola continues.
I tell ya, a Pepsi, a Midol, and it’s a whole new day.
I was on a conference call at work, well what seemed like several actually. I was joking about one with a colleague, asking what the hell did need to be on the call for, etc, etc. Ended up two questions came up that only I could really speak to. Go figure. I have days like that where I don’t feel so irrelevant.
But most of the time I find myself dreaming about staying home and writing all the time. That Cotswold Cottage keeps coming back.
Gotta get on that.
Sleep yet wake up feeling like you need 6 more hours?
Incessantly crave ice cream?
They bring your coffee and your first thought is “You don’t have an I.V. of that?”
I’ve been fantasizing about my upcoming trip to the spa. Where should I go? What should I have buffed and puffed? [I was just on the threshold of the “too much info” area wasn’t I? LOL!]
In addition, my craven and nihilistic affair with Pepsi Cola continues.
I tell ya, a Pepsi, a Midol, and it’s a whole new day.
I was on a conference call at work, well what seemed like several actually. I was joking about one with a colleague, asking what the hell did need to be on the call for, etc, etc. Ended up two questions came up that only I could really speak to. Go figure. I have days like that where I don’t feel so irrelevant.
But most of the time I find myself dreaming about staying home and writing all the time. That Cotswold Cottage keeps coming back.
Gotta get on that.
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