Thursday, February 26, 2009

Just thought it would be groovy to see how far Ernesto has come. He grew into his ears. His toes, however... well, we're pretty sure with a little bit of coaching we can teach him how to sign checks. But my goodness do we love him. He woke us up at 1:30 this morning. First he sat on my face, then on John's. It was like being smothered with a furry pillow. And after we banished him from the bedroom we lay awake for several minutes laughing uncontrollably.

Really I shouldn't even be on here. I should have already showered. But I haven't.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

What I'm reading: "Birds of A Feather" by Jaqueline Winspear. It's the sequel to "Maisie Dobbs" which I just finished and found quite intriguing.

Movies I've seen: "Dark Knight". I know, Heath Ledger, right? Well he should've won for "Brokeback Mountain" which is a far superior movie. Duh. "Dark Knight" was just too much. Boom, Bang, Blah.

Watched part of the Oscars Sunday night and was once again sickened by how thin and attractive everyone else in the world is. And also by the fact that I seemed to have once again lost out to Kate Winslet and Angelina Jolie in the category of "Most Seemingly Exquisite Life". Oh well... there's always next year, I suppose.

My mini-vacation starts next Thursday night and while I'm looking forward to it, it's also depressing because there's just never enough time. People I'd like to see and catch up with. Places I desperately want(need) to visit(Savannah).

Friday, February 20, 2009

I have absolutely nothing to contribute to the conversation. Haven't been reading anything interesting. Haven't seen any good movies. Haven't been anywhere or done anything fun. Just going to the j-o-b everyday, which trust me, is a friggin' feat in and of itself. Trying to conserve and preserve.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

a little Billie for your valentine's listening pleasure


Kissing Fishies and Giant Toblerones !

I love John because he makes me laugh and he loves me like my Daddy loves my Mama and he puts up with my mania and he's introduced me to things like "Green Acres" and "The Band" and lobster rolls.

But he addressed my card to "Smuckers".

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Am suffering from some sort of chest and throat crud. Go to bed coughing. Wake up coughing. John keeps calling me "Smuckers", after the coughing "Seinfeld" dog.

But I continue. I persevere. I filed my income taxes, got my refund and am only $24in the hole! Flying back home March 5th for Papaw's birthday.

Still re-reading the Anne George series. Also working on one of my story lines.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

I made this with my own two grubby hands.

Jimmy Carter

"He teaches Sunday school and is a deacon in the Maranatha Baptist Church in his hometown of Plains, Georgia.[96] In 2000, Carter severed ties with the Southern Baptist Convention, saying the group's doctrines did not align with his Christian beliefs.[97]" -- From Wikipedia

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Stuff: John and I went to Trader Joes in Warwick. I'd never even thought about that place until I read hicktowndiva's post about their tamales. So last weekend I gave it a whirl and I have to say, we like it. Their frozen eggplant parm. cutlets are extra tasty. And they have an awesome selection of inexpensive whole bean coffee. Plus, the folks who work there really couldn't be any more pleasant.

Judy invited me to see a play at the Bradley Playhouse tomorrow afternoon. An actual cultural event (!). I haven't been to see a play in years. My attention span is nearly non-existent these days so I'm sure this will do me a world of good.

I filed my taxes this week. Hopefully my sweet moolah will be in the bank by the end of the week and I'll be able to pay off the debt stalkers. And purchase a plane ticket for my visit back home. Papaw's 90th birthday. I should be so healthy at 90.

Still with the eating healthier and working out. I've lost 10 pounds. I should be happy about it. 10 lbs in 4 weeks is really good. But I lost 7 lbs in the first week and only 3 since then. It's all there in the details of my other (covert) blog. I think the Cymbalta, while vastly improving my mental health, is having an affect on my ability to lose poundage.

Which leads me to this: I was reading some one's post or review or something the other day. This chick is talking about needing to lose weight and hating exercising and how her knees and back hurt and she knows it's because she's SOOOO overweight and lazy etc. Then she says later in the post that she's 5'4 and weighs 155. WHAT? Well that shit just pisses me off. Not necessarily at her, well, okay, in a round about way her, but more at the state of things. Like, for instance, that I'm 5'4 and weigh a good bit more than 155 and no, I'm not "in shape" but I could go out right now and run 3 miles and it just doesn't seem right. I'll bet she's knocking back Doritos and Pepsi and I'm all about the green leafy vegetables and fruit and whole grains and she STILL weighs less than I do. motherfucker.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

I came home from work today and this is what was occupying my usual parking space. Mae-Mae tried to eat them but they hissed at him and he backed off.