Sorry, I thought this would be more interesting.
Mondays suck. I’ll do this promised update in pieces throughout the morning. Me, slack? Naaaahhhhh - actually I’m not that bad anymore, honest. And even my occasional internet playing doesn’t add up to the amount of time other people spend taking smoke breaks and chatting with coworkers.
Babbling, rambly format:
Once again, I am not pregnant with a Chosen One. Yay. (Nor am I pregnant WITHOUT a Chosen One. Not pregnant at all nor will I ever be, nope! I just like to pretend I’m PwaCO every time I’m late. 12 days this time)
I had quite the social weekend - I went out with different friends Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Funnnnn. Ack - just remembered I never did call back the friend who called me the day I was reading DH. Oh well, she’ll forgive me. I think I might do part 4 of the art meme this week because I haven’t been able to do the Sunday morning thing for the past few weeks.
Work has been busier and more annoying than normal, plus I still need to get my notes in order to train my boss to be my backup for the payroll I’m going to miss - I’ve started those, and usually I enjoy doing that sort of thing but for some reason it’s hard for me to make myself work on them.
Still 3 kittens plus 1 mama cat coming to my doorstep to be fed. Still can only pet the mama cat. I know I should do something about getting all of them fixed, because if I don’t, who will? They’re never all there at the same time though. (Mama has decided she no longer likes the babies; she hisses and growls when they’re in her sight!) What if I get one trapped and the others freak out and disappear and live off garbage and dead birds? Gah, I’m such a wuss when it comes to betraying animals’ trust. I have less of an issue with torturing my own cats because I know they’ll go back to normal when they get home. I would gladly pay the medical bills and just not have to do the actual trapping, but usually the opposite is required.
Finally, six weeks into my get-fit kick, I fucked up and missed a day of exercise. I could have made up for it yesterday, but wasn’t feeling very well (see above bit about not being pregnant with a Chosen One). I’ll make up for it today, even though my brother will surely be at my house when I get home, and possibly Aaron too. That’s no excuse to not work out.
Don’t know if I mentioned how early Aaron and his partner are opening their holiday store this year - it’s frakkin’ EARLY. August 15! He’s going to go insane. That’s 4½ months of working every single day open to close, 11 hours a day or more, save for a mere two days off - Thanksgiving and Christmas. Insanity. I thought last year was bad, with 3 months. It doesn’t even get busy in the mall until late November. He has a better location this year, at least, at a swankier mall - not a mall that has shootings in the food court like last year, lolz.
I want to go clothes shopping. I haven’t in a looooooong time, because it’s something I tell myself I can’t do until I lose weight. (I mean more than the 5 pounds I keep losing only to gain back) Should I just break down and buy the larger size? Or use this desire to motivate me further?
I meant to write to J this weekend but I fail. He’s graduating from boot camp on August 2. That went by fast (for me, possibly not for him). I had written him once and he actually wrote me back right away. If I jot off one more quick letter to him tonight that should hopefully get to him before he leaves for "A" school.
I left hogwartsishome last week. I just felt it was time. Nothing against the people there, everyone’s been great - but all I’ve been doing there for a long time is just sorting and now I don’t even feel like doing that. (See DH post) So what’s the point?
I keep getting that overwhelming feeling that there’s so much I want to do and nowhere near enough time to do it all. I want to retire. Plenty of people say they’d get bored with retirement - not me! I would make it my job to get back to this list of things I want to do and never get around to doing.
My parents are officially divorced now. Still feels bizarre to me.
Okay, I guess I’ll shut up now and post this so I can get crackin’ on those notes.
Babbling, rambly format:
Once again, I am not pregnant with a Chosen One. Yay. (Nor am I pregnant WITHOUT a Chosen One. Not pregnant at all nor will I ever be, nope! I just like to pretend I’m PwaCO every time I’m late. 12 days this time)
I had quite the social weekend - I went out with different friends Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Funnnnn. Ack - just remembered I never did call back the friend who called me the day I was reading DH. Oh well, she’ll forgive me. I think I might do part 4 of the art meme this week because I haven’t been able to do the Sunday morning thing for the past few weeks.
Work has been busier and more annoying than normal, plus I still need to get my notes in order to train my boss to be my backup for the payroll I’m going to miss - I’ve started those, and usually I enjoy doing that sort of thing but for some reason it’s hard for me to make myself work on them.
Still 3 kittens plus 1 mama cat coming to my doorstep to be fed. Still can only pet the mama cat. I know I should do something about getting all of them fixed, because if I don’t, who will? They’re never all there at the same time though. (Mama has decided she no longer likes the babies; she hisses and growls when they’re in her sight!) What if I get one trapped and the others freak out and disappear and live off garbage and dead birds? Gah, I’m such a wuss when it comes to betraying animals’ trust. I have less of an issue with torturing my own cats because I know they’ll go back to normal when they get home. I would gladly pay the medical bills and just not have to do the actual trapping, but usually the opposite is required.
Finally, six weeks into my get-fit kick, I fucked up and missed a day of exercise. I could have made up for it yesterday, but wasn’t feeling very well (see above bit about not being pregnant with a Chosen One). I’ll make up for it today, even though my brother will surely be at my house when I get home, and possibly Aaron too. That’s no excuse to not work out.
Don’t know if I mentioned how early Aaron and his partner are opening their holiday store this year - it’s frakkin’ EARLY. August 15! He’s going to go insane. That’s 4½ months of working every single day open to close, 11 hours a day or more, save for a mere two days off - Thanksgiving and Christmas. Insanity. I thought last year was bad, with 3 months. It doesn’t even get busy in the mall until late November. He has a better location this year, at least, at a swankier mall - not a mall that has shootings in the food court like last year, lolz.
I want to go clothes shopping. I haven’t in a looooooong time, because it’s something I tell myself I can’t do until I lose weight. (I mean more than the 5 pounds I keep losing only to gain back) Should I just break down and buy the larger size? Or use this desire to motivate me further?
I meant to write to J this weekend but I fail. He’s graduating from boot camp on August 2. That went by fast (for me, possibly not for him). I had written him once and he actually wrote me back right away. If I jot off one more quick letter to him tonight that should hopefully get to him before he leaves for "A" school.
I left hogwartsishome last week. I just felt it was time. Nothing against the people there, everyone’s been great - but all I’ve been doing there for a long time is just sorting and now I don’t even feel like doing that. (See DH post) So what’s the point?
I keep getting that overwhelming feeling that there’s so much I want to do and nowhere near enough time to do it all. I want to retire. Plenty of people say they’d get bored with retirement - not me! I would make it my job to get back to this list of things I want to do and never get around to doing.
My parents are officially divorced now. Still feels bizarre to me.
Okay, I guess I’ll shut up now and post this so I can get crackin’ on those notes.