Sunday, May 31, 2009

Yay and Bleah

We're nearly to June and I've not had a cigarette since March 21st. This is HUGE. Not since my pregnancies have I gone this long without smoking.


In other news, and also coinciding with the "huge"-ness of it all, would be the ever-increasing breadth of my beam; i.e., the weight? She is piling on, folks.


This is frustrating the hell out of me. I know how to lose weight. I've done it before. But right now? HAH.

I'm so freaking tired of counting every calorie, of watching every bite that goes into my mouth. I'm tired of asking myself, "Are you eating this because you're hungry? Or are you bored/ sad/ tired?"

"Wouldn't you rather knit??"


Choreboy keeps making noises about exercise, running, etc.; and in theory we're supposed to be doing these things together. So far it's just noise, though.

And lest anyone think I'm bitching about this, I freely admit that getting off my duff and getting moving is not on my list of way-favorite stuff to do. I'm allergic to sweat. And to movement outside that which is necessary for my survival and that of my children, for that matter.

But I have a size 6 dress to get into in August. I fit into it when I bought it, which was like two weeks before I quit smoking. Shoot, I was actually torn whether to get the size 6 or size 4 (vanity sized though I'm sure those were).

Now I'm afraid to try it on.

How bad would it be to get married in my pink chenille bathrobe? I know that fits...

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Sign of the Times

I'd gone in to Dr. Awesome for some standard bloodwork along with a FSH and thyroid panel because my body is acting strange.

Turns out I'm perimenopausal, which I knew, but damn it's good to have an actual doctor confirm that... no thanks to my asshat of a former GYN.

My mom was wanting me to call her with the test results, so I dropped the printout at her house, thinking I'd go over it with her when I came by later to pick up Teddy from Doggie Daycare.

What I'd forgotten is that she and Dad have spent years now dealing with not only their own test results, but also those of their parents. So they're really proficient in translating them, and ran through mine eagerly.

You'd have sworn I brought home a straight-A report card from their reaction. I'm going to make them a copy so they can hang it on their fridge.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


When I die I doubt I'll be thinking, "Gosh, I wish I had spent more time at my computer."

Just mulling a few things over. And no, this is not some giant "This blog is closing!" revelation or anything. I keep a journal, either paper or computer, and it might as well be here. As I said... just mulling. And pondering.

Stuff like that.

Thursday, May 21, 2009


Is your cat plotting to kill you?

And kitteh no. 3 (because 2 obviously isn't enough) is joining us this weekend. My days are numbered...

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Death Glare

If ONE MORE child tells me "It's not mine!" "I didn't do it!" or "It wasn't me!" again...


I don't care who did it, Offspring. I care about Someone. Picking. It. Up.


Note: This rant brought to you courtesy of Amanda's children, specifically the ten-year-old variant.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Random, Another of a Number

Phone call this morning, from one of the bosses who totally isn't related to me or anything:

Boss: Uhm, you know how when I get near the end of a project I think I can just sort of "will" things to get done and it'll happen?

Me, thinking of the sheet notes I typed last weekend, among other recent time-sensitive assignments: Yes.

Boss: Well, I just picked up the phone and as I was listening to the dial tone I was wondering why it wasn't calling the office for me.

Me: Okay, Kreskin...

Hee. All right, you probably had to be there. But it was worth a giggle.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Plague House

Well, after the kids got sick back in April, I got sick. My doctor (aka Dr. Awesome, from Angel's blog) said it was a cold. After it taking more than a week to even feel a bit of improvement in general health, I'm saying it was either the cold from hell or a mild case of the flu.

Now having said that, right after my cold/ flu started to ease its grip is when this whole Swine Flu thing came up. So of course, hypochondriac that I am, I was going down all my symptoms to see if I was Central Florida's Patient Zero in the Swine Flu outbreak. However, you'll all be happy to know that I lacked the high fever of the Swine Flu, and instead had a low/midgrade fever, so someone else has that honor.

In dishcloth/ knitting news, I've completed four of those bastards and am currently working on my fifth.

Smoking-wise, I've stayed off the nicotine and am also off the Chantix. Sure I still want a cigarette at times, but overall it's worth it.

Besides, at the rate I'm going I'm never going to have to buy carpet again. I'll just redo the flooring in my house with knitted dishcloths.