As a comparison...
SUC51099
Originally uploaded by vapidcat.This is an actual pic of my brother-in-law.
My brother-in-law arrested?
My brother-in-law arrested?
Originally uploaded by vapidcat.This dude being arrested on CSI whatever is a dead ringer for my brother-in-law.
Suspicious....
Should I be suspicious that my sister in the past week has brought me two Vosge candy bars (one with bacon!) and made me cheesy enchiladas?
I think YES, considering we are in a weight loss competition.
Damn you Jamee, damn you.
Good tidings....
This will just be a mish-mash of generic updating. Bear with me, or suck it.
Anyway, I've been working NON-STOP lately, which makes my A-type personality even more anal and hyperactive, and throws in a good dash of plain pissy-ness. My day usually works something like this:
- Wake up from lousy sleep (due to not being able to breath), not only not being able to breath, but also being jumped on by a hyper actively cheerful 5 year old screaming about being hungry and wanting French toast. Oh, and being the idiot I am, and feeling monumentally guilty about the lack of time I've had with her lately and the fact that she now has to split that time with a little sister (I totally empathize), I have promised to make her French toast whenever she asks. Sigh.
- Try to make myself look presentable while cajoling the energetic child to get dressed and brush her teeth. Usually this involves brushing my teeth and hair, but sometimes I forget about the hair part. What? Its only right there on top of my head being brown, if it was purple maybe I would notice it!
- Make the damn French toast.
- Drive an hour in hellish traffic. I consider myself lucky if NPR doesn't loop. If it loops, I get nothing but holiday music which makes me want to stick ice picks in my ears. Damn Faith Hill.
- Get to work. Mess around for 9 hours, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
- Drive an hour in hellish traffic. I consider myself lucky if NPR doesn't loop. If it loops, I get nothing but holiday music which makes me want to stick ice picks in my ears. Damn Faith Hill.
- If I'm lucky, nice husband has made me dinner and cleaned the house (if I could only get him to greet me at the door with a martini!). If I'm not lucky, he's in his underwear ranting about sports, the children are foraging for food under the couch, and the house looks like a third world slum.
- Eat, while arguing with the 5 year old about what is "kid" food and what is "grown-up" food and watching an obnoxious Christmas special (Shrek's Holiday of Slime, Winnie the Pooh's Fabulous Holiday Whatnot, Mickey Mouse and the Christmas Whatever).
- Work on freelance crap till 11:30 (if I'm lucky). Interrupted only by corralling the children and locking them in their rooms for the night.
- Hit the sack, knowing I can't sleep with my nose stuffed up, and thinking that if I use too much nasal spray my nose will begin to look like Michael Jackson's (thanks mom!).
- Do it all over again.
Bu this is about over for the season at least. I am clearing out the freelance work (only one more project left!), my last day at work till after the holiday is Thursday and after that, all I have to do is bake for an army and prepare my house for Christmas with my parents (more work then you would assume).
I could not be more relieved.
Oh, and I am currently down 4 pounds from the start of the weight thingy. Its been really up and down, and I expect the next weekend will not help, but I've been working out at least (Dami and Tara- you totally missed out, the pilates class was great!) three days a week, so that's helped.
That is all.
I like pens too..
but not as much as the people who wrote the reviews for
this one.
I wish...
I had thought of
this. Oh, and selling
virtual Christmas presents.
Current weight: -2lb from start
An overstuffed easy chair...
that's what I feel like. And with all my clothes just a bit too snug for me, something must be done. So, another weight loss challenge is on. I want to lose about 15-20, Kev does too, so we're trying to beat my sister and her husband to see who can lose the most by May. Kevin is my ace in the hole- he can lose weight by thinking about it. Now if only I can figure out how he does it...
Should I be concerned...
that the first thing my eldest does with a male Barbie doll is strip him naked then take his head off like some sort of blonde tights-wearing praying mantis? Or should I be proud?