Fat brownie-lover
I need to write in my LJ daily. Recording my thoughts, whining, and babbling truly releases a lot of pressure!
Well, Mr. R is off on ANOTHER business trip (no, I'm not bitter, LOL). It's rather funny--he HATES airplanes and eating out, whereas I love flying so much that just getting near an airport starts me hyperventilating. My eyes light up, I feel lightheaded with glee, and I can't stop smiling. Sad really. Maybe it comes from growing up near an airport and never having the money to fly. Now I'd rather travel than eat (well, sort of).
Speaking of eating, I weighed myself this morning and almost had a heart attack. I'm up to 127 pounds! EEK! At 5'4" that's 17 pounds more than I like to weigh. Time to haul out the old workout tapes and get off my rapidly-expanding bum before bathing suit weather hits. Maybe the brownie I had for breakfast wasn't the best choice. Hmmmm?
On the bright side, I'm back to part-time teaching after a temporary burst of insanity working full-time. Some people can work full-time, take care of their kids, and retain their sanity; however, I'm not one of them. The sanity was the first to go. Fortunately, the full-time thing was only for a short while. Mr. R just travels too much and I feel like a single parent half the time.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep, but inspiration struck this morning and I woke up at 3 am raring to go and hammered out 5 pages in a frenzy of creativity. Of course, now I need to edit, edit, edit my little heart out. Sigh. Plus, since this is probably the last chapter of "Neville," I want to make it at least 10-15 pages.
Well, Mr. R is off on ANOTHER business trip (no, I'm not bitter, LOL). It's rather funny--he HATES airplanes and eating out, whereas I love flying so much that just getting near an airport starts me hyperventilating. My eyes light up, I feel lightheaded with glee, and I can't stop smiling. Sad really. Maybe it comes from growing up near an airport and never having the money to fly. Now I'd rather travel than eat (well, sort of).
Speaking of eating, I weighed myself this morning and almost had a heart attack. I'm up to 127 pounds! EEK! At 5'4" that's 17 pounds more than I like to weigh. Time to haul out the old workout tapes and get off my rapidly-expanding bum before bathing suit weather hits. Maybe the brownie I had for breakfast wasn't the best choice. Hmmmm?
On the bright side, I'm back to part-time teaching after a temporary burst of insanity working full-time. Some people can work full-time, take care of their kids, and retain their sanity; however, I'm not one of them. The sanity was the first to go. Fortunately, the full-time thing was only for a short while. Mr. R just travels too much and I feel like a single parent half the time.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep, but inspiration struck this morning and I woke up at 3 am raring to go and hammered out 5 pages in a frenzy of creativity. Of course, now I need to edit, edit, edit my little heart out. Sigh. Plus, since this is probably the last chapter of "Neville," I want to make it at least 10-15 pages.