Filed under: I make me laugh
When *I* am the funniest guy I know!
A girlfriend is home sick. She is feeling sorry for herself after another birthday and looking up speed dating events for us to attend (I figure if nothing else, it will make a great blog post).
The event is on Oct 30. She wants us to go in costume. My response:
I am going as a bitchy redhead. You can go as a dying ovary. Haha
Filed under: Being Mere
I just got stood up. And the sad thing is I should have written him off YEARS ago.
Here I sit on a Saturday, on IM with a friend in Texas, with good hair and no one to show it to.
Going to watch reruns of Dexter and eat something horrible. Like uncooked spaghetti.
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I am the antithesis of a hippy for the most part.
I love to consume, shave(maybe not LOVE, but do), wear deodorant, leave lights on in rooms I am not in, cannot stand the smell of patchouli, etc.
But there are times when I really try to do the whole organic, tree-saving schtick.
For instance, I instituted a recycling program within my own house that I stick to about….75% of the time. I aspire to 95%.
I eat tofu quite regularly. Sure, most of the time it is fried but it is still TOFU.
I really try to make a plan to run errands to use the least amount of gas.
And today, I opened a jar of real, honest to god peanut butter. Not Skippy or Jif. 2 ingredients – peanuts and salt. Organic and real food. Not one preservative nor multi-syllabic scientific ingredient.
And then I promptly spit my peanut butter toast on the floor. Ew. REAL peanut butter tastes…peanutty. I mean there is no “buttery” taste. Just peanuts. Ick.
At least it was on sale. Can’t wait to get me some Skippy that will last through an atom bomb. Some real (fake) food that this child of the 70’s craves.
Good old Weight Watchers can suck it.
I went 6 points over my daily allotment yesterday, which actually turned into a wash since I used 8 points in my work out. I felt like I ate all day – just nothing I really wanted to eat.
And I did sneak in a little cheese.
Do you know how it works? Because I barely understand. They give you X points to eat each day. You can earn more points for a workout (and I say Bootcamp is 60 minutes of vigorous effort – so I take the max points). And they give you 35 cheater points per week – for those nights you have to have a drink…or 6.
This morning I woke up at 4:45 and ate half a cup of yogurt and half a diet coke – just like yesterday.
Only today, I wanted to throw up during my whole damn workout. After 20 jumping jacks, 10 pushups, 15 squats, running back and forth between cones and jumping over 8 hurdles I really thought I was going to see that yogurt again. I had zero energy to run.
And at 7:30 – I still feel barfy. Even after an emergency run to McD’s for hashbrowns.
Since I had 60 barf-threatened minutes to ponder it, I decided that how I ate yesterday was more to blame. I ate a really healthy dinner, with not enough fat to stabilize my blood sugar all night. I should have had a snack right before bed, since I had such an early dinner. The yogurt was not enough to help. Buttered toast always works, but I was trying to avoid the 3 points that the butter ends up being.
I came home and added up that I ate less than 1500 calories yesterday – which would be fine if I was not expending 400+ calories at Bootcamp.
So tomorrow – toast! With butter! Or peanut butter! Mmmmm.
This is my fourth month of Bootcamp. And I have lost 3 inches and pretty much nothing else. Things are tighter and I can tell that the shape of my body is different but with the amount of energy I am expending I should be a stick.
Days off from work mean I have too much time to think and dick around online.
Which leads me to joining Weight Watchers at 9 am on a Wednesday. And promptly finding out I have already consumed half the points they allow in a day. This means no potato skins for dinner.
It is now 12:30. And I am starving. Eating fat free popcorn and miso soup for lunch. Bleh.
And it occurs to me that the meals I have planned for the day DO NOT INCLUDE ANY CHEESE!! This sort of brings on a panic. Can I survive without cheese? I am not so sure. I may have to have an emergency piece of cheese today – points be damned.
I am sure more reports will follow .
Filed under: Being Mere
First of all I would like to share that I have lost 3 pounds by eating potato skins for dinner for like 6 (or maybe 10) days in a row. TGIFriday’s frozen potato skins. Mmmmm. I am out of sour cream, so I have no idea what I will have for dinner tonight.
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Today I got my new pretty Treo 755p. Red! And gorgeous and fun! It makes me happy to talk on the phone again! It surfs the web 10 x faster than the old one! It has no dents or divots from dropping it! Why did I wait so long?
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Today, I woke up sore. Really sore. And I was pleased that week 2 of my 4th session of Bootcamp can still be challenging enough to make me wince all damn day. My forearms and lower calves and lower neck and chest all ache.
My trainer is changing his schedule because our class (530 am) is interfering with his training for the Olympics. I am terrified what next week will hold when the new guy who was actually in the armed forces starts training us. Running with a 50 pound backpack if you are late is what I have heard. Thank god I am always early!
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Yesterday, I went and bid a fond farewell to the Mini. It turns out, it was not meant to be. After selling 9 cars since the time I turned 16 (and blew up one car) no matter how hard I tried, I could not get rid of the Acura. I can turn my car back in in June, so I will re-evaluate next year. There was so much going on when the Mini arrived (more than a week early) that I could only give the process so much attention.
I believe in timing. And the timing was not right.
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Speaking of timing…
Yeah….so. The boy from Friday night. My own personal thought process is that if you come over and play grab ass that a call or text the next day is good form if you intend to see me again. Am I asking for too much?
It is Tuesday and I have not heard a word. I have the distinct feeling I will not hear anything. Whatev.
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One of my rules is that I do not drink at home alone. It comes from having a family who had “It is happy hour somewhere” added to the family crest. It is just not my thing.
Tonight though, with my Bears on tv and potato skins in the oven I decided to make a bloody mary to enjoy.
Until I set it down after my first sip, accidentally setting it half on/half off a coaster and dumped bloody mary onto the berber rug that sits on my hardwood.
For the record, bloody mary does not look good soaking into your carpet. In fact, it looks scary. And of course I freaked out.
Thank god for the spot-bot thing I bought. 30 minutes later you would never know I had vodka and tomato juice oozing along the floor.
For the record – I ate the olives off of the carpet. Those are the best part!
Friday is part of a weekend, right? Especially if you have to work on Sunday?
Friday was spent at the mall – a place I have avoided like the plague with my new budget restrictions. But I really needed a new pair of black shoes to wear to work. And I had a 20% off all day coupon to Macy’s.
It was delicious disaster. 2 pairs of black heels, 2 tanks to wear under everything, 4 pairs of squooshy socks, 2 pairs of work pants. And a pair of jeans. A pair of jeans a size smaller than I have worn in forever. And NOTHING will boost an ego like a new pair of jeans. (Thank you, Bootcamp!)
A new pair of jeans is better than a new car, just for the record.
Then I had the pseudo-date last night. I was not totally sure it was a date until he told me he liked me. All out loud and whatever. I do not take those kinds of things well. You know, all those neurosis in my head not allowing me to just smile and say thank you.
Overall it was a good “date”, I guess. For a first date. We may have ended up back at my house on my couch until I shoved him out the door. Maybe. Not that I kiss and tell. But I will say – sloppy. Not really my style.
Today I was released from open houses and I will be spending the day enjoying the rain, a good book, Grosse Point Blank (such a fantastic movie) and not getting out of bed, except to take a along hot bath.
Filed under: Being Mere
Stuck in the house with a bobcat blocking the garage. Men in my house. Removing windows and plantation shutters. All I want is a nap.
I am anti-political. I do not have the stomach nor the attention span to deal with it. This may stem from my inability to watch the news.
My news comes in 4 forms:
1) Sarah and No Name – who readily admit they are not a news source. The only noise I can handle in the morning comes from my radio. There are 3 in the house and as I pop from room to room I turn them all on.
2) Blogs – Let me remind you that my blog list is…fluffy.
3) People magazine. Duh. Britney is news, bitches.
4) Whatever headlines I accidentally read as I get to my yahoo email.
I am uninformed. And today I learned that is ok.
We had a seminar with a real estate economist that was freaking amazing. And the first 20 minutes were all about how the media throws things out of proportion. It was mind boggling. The real stats vs. the stats the newspaper tells us. They use facts, they just do not put it in context.
For instance – the subprime market and it’s fallout. This guy went through the numbers and I wish I had them with me right now….but only 7% of loans were subprime. And some low number are in default (which could happen for a number of reasons that do not have to do with people not being able to pay their mortgage). And the number that go into foreclosure is like 3% of that 7%….but most of those bail themselves out somehow. So the “sky is falling” mentality is total bullshit! The economy is strong. And I am thrilled and invigorated. And excited to still be in real estate.
And for the first time I am proud that I do not read the paper or watch the news. I will get my info from the informed not someone who needs to sell papers or ad time.
