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Hm, update? I guess I could.
New lady at work started for me to train so I can FINALLY go do something else. She's been here a week and now knows how to do exactly one thing. Soooo, that's not awesome. She also wears a lot of perfume, dresses about 20 years younger than her actual age, and has big Jersey Girl hair, which I'm pretty sure has some sort of woodland creature in it. She doesn't listen, can't follow directions, and thinks she knows everything because she did a similar job at another company. Jenna is looking better and better every hour that the new lady is here. I think something is finally kicking in with Jenna and she realizes I'm moving and won't be around. So, that's something.
Band is doing good, I've written a few new songs in the last couple weeks and we already have one down. Show Friday in my hometown (finally away from freaking Sacramento), so at least I know people I know will show up (well, some. Work people and such.)
Birthday was last week. Danielle got sick a couple days before, so we did nothing but lie in bed while I got stuff for her and listened to her be sick. Then she got me sick and I spent the entire weekend at my house because she had to work and I wanted to be somewhere someone would actually take care of me (which my mom did, and it was awesome). Since I was sick for the weekend, I didn't get to ever really celebrate my birthday, which doesn't bother me that much. It's never been made a big deal, so I didn't expect anything more this year.
I realized that I need to grow up. There's a lot of things people my age should have done, or should be doing, at this point that I'm not (which my gf all too kindly agreed with, in a quite insulting way), so I have some serious changes to make and things that I need to get in order. Contrary to popular belief, I don't want to be living with my parents forever and would like to eventually live with my girlfriend again (if she can learn to stand to be around me for more than 4 days at a time). I have a lot of financial shit I need to get in order and I'm just sick of being a kid about it.
I'm finally healed and ready to start working out again! Getting sick kind of derailed that for another week, but I'm so ready now and very, very excited about it. Woooo, sweat! Luckily, I haven't put on any weight since my surgery, thanks to being sick and calorie restriction, but I've also lost all my muscle mass and definition, so I'm back to square one as far as that's concerned. My mom and I made a pact to be the same weight by August 1st, so I have 20 pounds to lose by then. I've already lost 50 since starting this, so 20 doesn't sound too hard, but it's those last 20 pounds that are usually impossible to get rid of, so I'm going to have to be really on myself to get there. Fingers crossed, y'all!
Hugs to all.
Hm, update? I guess I could.
New lady at work started for me to train so I can FINALLY go do something else. She's been here a week and now knows how to do exactly one thing. Soooo, that's not awesome. She also wears a lot of perfume, dresses about 20 years younger than her actual age, and has big Jersey Girl hair, which I'm pretty sure has some sort of woodland creature in it. She doesn't listen, can't follow directions, and thinks she knows everything because she did a similar job at another company. Jenna is looking better and better every hour that the new lady is here. I think something is finally kicking in with Jenna and she realizes I'm moving and won't be around. So, that's something.
Band is doing good, I've written a few new songs in the last couple weeks and we already have one down. Show Friday in my hometown (finally away from freaking Sacramento), so at least I know people I know will show up (well, some. Work people and such.)
Birthday was last week. Danielle got sick a couple days before, so we did nothing but lie in bed while I got stuff for her and listened to her be sick. Then she got me sick and I spent the entire weekend at my house because she had to work and I wanted to be somewhere someone would actually take care of me (which my mom did, and it was awesome). Since I was sick for the weekend, I didn't get to ever really celebrate my birthday, which doesn't bother me that much. It's never been made a big deal, so I didn't expect anything more this year.
I realized that I need to grow up. There's a lot of things people my age should have done, or should be doing, at this point that I'm not (which my gf all too kindly agreed with, in a quite insulting way), so I have some serious changes to make and things that I need to get in order. Contrary to popular belief, I don't want to be living with my parents forever and would like to eventually live with my girlfriend again (if she can learn to stand to be around me for more than 4 days at a time). I have a lot of financial shit I need to get in order and I'm just sick of being a kid about it.
I'm finally healed and ready to start working out again! Getting sick kind of derailed that for another week, but I'm so ready now and very, very excited about it. Woooo, sweat! Luckily, I haven't put on any weight since my surgery, thanks to being sick and calorie restriction, but I've also lost all my muscle mass and definition, so I'm back to square one as far as that's concerned. My mom and I made a pact to be the same weight by August 1st, so I have 20 pounds to lose by then. I've already lost 50 since starting this, so 20 doesn't sound too hard, but it's those last 20 pounds that are usually impossible to get rid of, so I'm going to have to be really on myself to get there. Fingers crossed, y'all!
Hugs to all.