Nice Night

Aug 12, 2011 20:33



August 12, 2011

I decided to try the laptop out without the power cord today, since maybe the new charger makes the battery actually work.  It was lovely out in the evening.  I lounged on the couch outside that I haven’t been on for a year, since having something(s?) bite the heck out of me there last year. Ah! It was great. Just a few regular mosquitoes, one of which I squashed. A teeny tiny feather fell on me while I sat there.

I threw a birthday party for my husband Wednesday and it went off well. Only when it was over and one of my sisters in law told me I did a good job, did I realize that I had invited a hard crowd to please. Without my brother in law willing to run the barbeque, I probably would have just let it go with the small party the kids and I had for him before.  He had thrown out to H, “Throw me a party.”   I decided it was time to do it.  Next year is a multiple of ten birthday, but I felt it best not to wait.  Who knows what will happen between now and next year?

I still haven’t done anything with my resume because weird things happen to it when it is sent through email.  I suppose I can fax it to places if I have a fax number, but I know sometimes faxes come out looking pretty awful, so I’m unsure about that.  Basically I am a baby, afraid of change.

I’m more communicative lately, which is nice and makes realize how much more normal that is.  But I don’t know why sometimes I communicate easily and enjoy it, and other times it just seems like a burden and unnecessary, and what I can do to keep on the normal side.

I’m fat.  I asked H to take pictures at the party, because she has a good quality camera.  I saw how large and squishy I am.  Improving to being able to walk 5 kilometers in just under an hour has not miraculously made me super fit.  I’ve been bad about food these last two weeks, and I’ve stopped losing weight.  I don’t feel as motivated.  I don’t know how to change that either.

I need to be busy, but I have a hard time being my own taskmaster.  I’m too easy on myself, and I don’t take my self seriously.

Basically, though, life is good.

birthday, fat, communication, resume

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