i brought a tie in my bag to wear to dinner. because i rule.
I am going to buy free weights today. My body has become simultaneously bony and flabby. And I still refuse to go to the gym. So I am headed to the used sporting goods store to buy some weights. A couple of 25lb'ers should work at least until I even out my muscle tone and then I'll go from there. Its weird. It's all good below the equator but its Fiesta of Flab 2007 from the waist up. Its gross. Seriously.
Probation fines paid. Another obligation fulfilled.
I stayed up until 1am last night working and making touch ups to the new paint in the living room and kitchen. I can't believe I have let the walls stay white for over two years. Ew! But even with just the one wall painted, the kitchen looks crazy-better! This weekend, its all about new window treatments and some killer frames for my collection of random wall art. I'm not going to start painting the rest of the kitchen until after thanksgiving, but before Christmas. I figured it doesn't all have to be done at once. It's a work in progress just like everything else around me. And I'm okay with that. Really. I am. *deep breath*
Also, I have big plans this weekend to repair a leaky shower door. It's leaked for a while now and its starting to damage the drywall and molding surrounding the shower. In my infinite wisdom, I asked the google what to do and now I have the answer. I am gonna fix something! With tools!! OMG. I am going to the Home Depot and everything. This is serious business. I may even put on a tool belt. And a baseball cap!! SO. HOT. I have been demanding action from everyone around me and yet I still sit around and wait for the leaky shower to fix itself. I'm over it. I even plan on repairing the damaged wall and tiles. And then when that's all done... I'm painting the bitch!! It sounds like a lot of work, but I love it. My home is my art. Its about time I start treating it as such.
At some point I should consider what to do about the leaves. They need serious raking. It's becoming excessive. But I enjoy watching the pug jump through them... so they may stay a while longer.
I got my shamanic drumming CD in the mail. Time for more journeying. I'm afraid to do it alone. I felt safer when I had those two other crackhead students with me. But if I want to push this thing along, I need to get over my bad self.
Anyway. Back to work.
I wonder how big of a probation violation it is to trade ritalin for lunch?
Probation fines paid. Another obligation fulfilled.
I stayed up until 1am last night working and making touch ups to the new paint in the living room and kitchen. I can't believe I have let the walls stay white for over two years. Ew! But even with just the one wall painted, the kitchen looks crazy-better! This weekend, its all about new window treatments and some killer frames for my collection of random wall art. I'm not going to start painting the rest of the kitchen until after thanksgiving, but before Christmas. I figured it doesn't all have to be done at once. It's a work in progress just like everything else around me. And I'm okay with that. Really. I am. *deep breath*
Also, I have big plans this weekend to repair a leaky shower door. It's leaked for a while now and its starting to damage the drywall and molding surrounding the shower. In my infinite wisdom, I asked the google what to do and now I have the answer. I am gonna fix something! With tools!! OMG. I am going to the Home Depot and everything. This is serious business. I may even put on a tool belt. And a baseball cap!! SO. HOT. I have been demanding action from everyone around me and yet I still sit around and wait for the leaky shower to fix itself. I'm over it. I even plan on repairing the damaged wall and tiles. And then when that's all done... I'm painting the bitch!! It sounds like a lot of work, but I love it. My home is my art. Its about time I start treating it as such.
At some point I should consider what to do about the leaves. They need serious raking. It's becoming excessive. But I enjoy watching the pug jump through them... so they may stay a while longer.
I got my shamanic drumming CD in the mail. Time for more journeying. I'm afraid to do it alone. I felt safer when I had those two other crackhead students with me. But if I want to push this thing along, I need to get over my bad self.
Anyway. Back to work.
I wonder how big of a probation violation it is to trade ritalin for lunch?