Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Wednesday Wrandom Wrambling's
My house smells like chili cheese dogs. Tuffy texted Splenda to ask what was for dinner (cause I really DON'T cook - for reals), and didn't like the answer so he made a HUGE plate of chili cheese dogs. NGL - they were a work of art. But they stink. And he ate them at my bedside. Combine that smell with the lingering chlorine in my nose and really, I think I might barf.
Notice how no one ever really says the word barf anymore? I hear vomit. I hear throw up. But we have lost the use of that all descriptive word - barf. I think I'm gonna start a campaign to bring it back. Barf. Barf. Barf. Barf. Barf.
Am I the only one sick of the whole Twilight thing? GOSH! Enough already. Stupid vampires, ugly Edward, or whatever his name is. 3 different day time tv shows that were on in the background while I worked today talked about them. One show even took teenage girls and did a "Twilight" makeover on them. The girls were obsessed with the series and wanted desperately to look like a character. Really? REALLY? I know many of you love the whole thing, and that's okay, it's not a deal breaker (at least for me), but really, enough already. Barf!
I think my back is getting better! I'm hesitant to say much, I don't wanna jinx anything, but, yeah, I think I see a light. It's distant, but it's there! YIP.PEE!
I swam right out of my swim cap yesterday. Yup. There I am doing my laps, minding my own bidness, and as I'm cruising along I feel it loosen and slipping. By the time I got to the wall, it was just a little bunch of yellow stuff askew at the top of my head stuck there behind the strap of my goggles and my hair sticking out every which way. Seems that perhaps I had put a tich too much conditioner in my hair before putting the cap, which hadn't completely dried out, on. Makes for some slippery conditions. I live to amuse others. I'm pretty sure the lifeguards were snickering. Shame on them. That deserved loud laughing, pointing of fingers and openly mocking. I would have.
It's only 50 more days until Elder L comes home.
My SIL is doing a 6 week boot camp. I am green with envy but having fun living vicariously through her. I'm proud of her.
Thanksgiving is just few weeks away. Christmas is just a few more after that. I could care less. I am living for 1/1/10. Does that make me weird? (don't answer that)
I love my bed. Splenda needs a new one. How's that all gonna work out?
I'm craving Cafe Rio. I mean CRAVING. Like I prolly will break down and go get it for lunch this week, cause once I start thinking about something like that I can't let go of it until I actually eat it.
I suppose if we had that tonight instead of the dinner Splenda announced, it would piss off the Tuffster. That'd be funny since he ditched me for Wendy's yesterday.
I miss my previous life. My life where I woke up at 4:30, ate a light breakfast, was at the gym by 5:30, working out with all my friends. Cycling to the office. Coming home, going back to the gym for another workout. I miss washing loads of workout clothes.
Now my life is still waking up at 4:30am, but instead of eating, I read my scriptures. I'm still at the gym at 5:30, but instead of working out and having fun with my friends, I am in the pool swimming lonely laps. Sometimes I can chat with Debbie while I pool run, but its as we pass each other. It's not the same.
Going to the office is hard. Sitting at my desk for the majority of the day hurts. Little breaks help, but by the time I get home, I am dying. So now, I've been working in my bed and my little breaks consist of laying flat to ease the pain in my back.
Instead of cycling home and going back to the gym for more fun with my friends working out, lifting or doing yoga, I am laying down, watching TV and falling asleep.
Let me clarify, I'm not complaining. I've already done that and it got me nowhere, this isn't complaining. It's just identifying the differences in my life now and the one I had 3 months ago. I miss that life. I am adjusting to this new one. And am looking forward to the time, I get back my old life back. I look into the office and say hi to Patrick every now and again and I feel happy! It will come, I absolutely know it! And that makes me happy!
Did I mention I'm reading my scriptures? REG.U.LAR.LY! That's a good change. I think I need to keep that one when I morph back into my old life.
And now, I'm off to call the Splenda Daddy to pick up Cafe Rio on the way home. Woot to the Hoot! Sorry Tuff...... (not really - insert evil maniacal laugh)