Wednesday Wrandom Wrambling's

Who knew that so many people felt so strongly about stalkers?? Personally, I was contemplating BECOMING a stalker. Not a bad one, but a good one. You know the kind that constantly reminds you how much you are adored, admired, and idolized. That kind of stalker. Now to choose whom I will stalk......... You might get an email from me with something like this:Don't be alarmed. I will be gentle with you. And most certainly not a freak.

I realize now how therapeutic all my running and gym time is. I am laid down with some irritations that will only get better with rest. Complete rest. I'm trying very hard not to spiral into a deep, dark depression. But, NGL - it's hard. Very, very hard. Exercise is comfort for me. It's like chocolate to some, or even meth/crack to addicts, so going without is debilitating. Now, I'm trying to find ways to self soothe that are not destructive. Like eating nothing but Skittles. While very soothing to sort and eat by color, it is destructive. I've been told I am a ritual eater. That is true. I guess I need to find a ritual that is a good one.

Speaking of nutrition destruction. I think I am going to take a note from Sher and do a little detox. Monsters - buh-bye (except for race days); Caffeine - buh-bye (except for rare occasions); Non essential sugars - buh-bye (that includes skittles, milk duds (candy in general), desserts except for special occasions.
Hello more lean proteins and smart carbs. I'll stick with my red meat, thanks. Not a chicken/turkey fan, but hey, my other sacrifices will count right? Word of wisdom compliance one step at a time kids.

There is a chalk war going on in my neighborhood. More specifically, my house. What started as love from my YW - has turned into a war between them and Tuffy. And truth be told, the girls are winning. It is kinda fun to wake up every morning and see what they have left behind. Tuffy - I thought I taught you better...... step it up boy. Your getting smoked by girls......

Being on call bites. Your personal life basically goes in the crapper while you are tied to the pager. Yes, we still actually use a pager. I know. Archaic.

Why is it that when Sissy is here on the weekends, I sometimes wish I had some free time. Then when she is not here all week, I miss her like a fat kid misses his sweat pants? Like I don't think I can make it until Friday to see her again?

Speaking of Sissy, I need to post all our fun pictures from last weekend. Now that I have my camera back and working and oh, BTW, I really DID have my memory card. So sorry to the company that I blamed for stealing it.....