What I Want

Okay, internets. It’s immaturity time. I put all that wisdom in my hope chest, today it’s time to make a list of things I want. Just in case God or the Universe or some rich person that is just smitten with me is reading.

  • An entire day spent under hot sun, near cool water, with a bottle of Banana Boat tanning oil, a comfy lounge chair, soft fluffy beachtowels, and a neverending vodka and pineapple juice. Fuck the book- I don’t even want to exert that much mental energy. The entire purpose would be to soak in all the vitamin D possible, and taking the “office chalk” skin down to a “she was outside, once,  at some point” level.
  • To place a $50 order at drugstore.com that has been wish listed for eons. I just wanna send the whole list to my cart and hit CHECKOUT.
  • I want a hot tub. Because if I could come home from work and get into a hot tub every night? I might be the happiest girl in the world.
  • I want an extra $800 a month that no one in the household has to work for. Rich people have this- they just get random checks for shit. Assets and investments and stuff.  Sign me up.
  • I want everyone, including me, to have a light planted in their forehead. It would activate when you were looking at someone, and if you were happy with them and you cared about them, it would light green. If you were getting on their nerves a little, but they didn’t totally hate you, it would be yellow, and if you were trying to engage someone in conversation that was just absolutely annoyed and disgusted with you, it would be red. So you could walk up to people, look at the light, see it being red, and turn right the hell around. Think of how much time we all could save. And awkwardness.
  • I want to take a cozy, half naked, favorite blanket nap, in the middle of the afternoon, and I want to be woken up to a yummy dinner. Don’t care what dinner, as long as it’s the first thing I smell when I get woken up, and it’s easy to clean up.
  • Pretty, comfy, non flip flop sandals to wear to work.
  • A few sundresses.
  • For all the animals to be happy and healthy all at once. No worms, no boo boos, no fights, no getting stuck down in the basement and wailing at the top of their kitty cat lungs.
  • For my friend to get out of the hospital so that I don’t have to go visit him tomorrow and see him all tubey and sick and wormy.
  • For my Mom to be stricken with some strange ailment that prevents her from speaking. EVER.
  • More than one pair of shorts.
  • A whole day with my friends- going out to breakfast, window shopping, pedicures, and sushi. Booze, too.
  • Prescriptions that never expire or run out of refills for Ativan and Flexaril.
  • A credit account at the ABC store.
  • A large, lush herb garden.
  • Some kind of foot cleansing device that would prevent me from bringing pet hair and rhododendron bloom trash into my tub on the bottom of my feet.

What do you want?

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Trying

This weather is trying my patience. We got 6 or 7″ of snow at the house, and I have nary a picture for you, because it was cold and windy outside, and today is Day 1 of the closing, so I had to ask WH to attempt the drive under conditions that we normally would not have risked. The parking lot here is an ice rink. It’s a damn good thing I keep my food stock here at the office at Apocalypse levels, or I would starve today.

We’re trying to spend less time in front of the tv, and the computer, which explains my lack of weekend presence. We’re trying to spend more quality time together, talking and snuzzling and doing things together instead of alone. Our date on Friday night rocked, and so did having company at the grocery store.

We’re trying to be cleaner at home. Keeping the dishes and laundry under control, so they don’t reach critical mass. WH is working on turning the garden as the weather allows, and we’ve got the garden plan done, working on the seed plan this week, to start seedlings next week? Our screened in porch has been cleaned within an inch of its life and is ready for sunny afternoons and balmy evenings.

I’m trying to do a better job with my classes, spending at least an hour a day studying and not waiting till the last minute to get my assignments done and exams taken.

I’m trying to work on work while I’m here, and not work on work when I am not. I’m trying to get the closing organized and under control so that it doesn’t bring me to my knees. I’m trying to find a routine and a rhythm with the side job so that it doesn’t stress me out.

I’m trying to better manage my time. I created a schedule for WH and I. I thought he puked in his mouth a little at the sight of it. It divides the day into half hour increments for both of us, and while I hardly think we’ll stick to such a stringent schedule, it gives us a good idea of what we should be doing when, and a framework to return to when chaos ruins it and slinks off into the sunset again.

WH is trying to squeeze as many hours out of Large Department Store as possible. So far, its working, but he gave up an appointment at Large Big Box store to work last week. If they cut his hours after they purposely screwed him out of a job interview, I’m going up there. Just sayin.

I’m trying to do the best we can with the money we have, keeping things turned on and mostly current and all of that. Oh, and you know, buying food. Because if there is one thing neither WH and I do well at? It’s not eating.

Speaking of not eating, I am trying to cram as much food as possible into my poor, broken mouth. My root canal is a week from today, and when it’s done, I’m going to have boiling hot soup and coffee for lunch and ice cream for dessert.

I’ll be trying to start working out again in the morning, to hopefully counteract the eating BINGE I foresee when the #5 is fixed. Also? I don’t know that I will ever use a straw again……..

So. We are trying.

The Stress, Depression, and Root Canal Diet

My pants are dangerously close to being too big. I need a belt, stat. Am I happy about it? Hell ya, because girls just have this inherent happiness hard wired into us. When our pants won’t stay put, no matter what we say, part of us is thrilled.

Have I been doing a good job of working out and eating healthy? Hell, no. My once clean work out space has again been cluttered up and thoroughly funked out, and WH will not help me with it until I get my potting bench organized in the basement. Something about putting stuff from the office in the basement before the basement is clean, blah, blah, boys are a pain in the ass, blah.

As the post title states, this weight loss is entirely involuntary.

When I am stressed, my stomach gets upset. When my stomach is upset, I don’t eat.

When I am depressed? I used to be a huge comfort eater, and once in awhile, I run down that road again (maybe waddle is more appropriate?), but for the most part, I avoid eating when I’m depressed, as kind of a countermeasure against eating too much to comfort myself. Analyze that!

My bad tooth, the Number Five (as named by my dentist), is helping as well. It’s an upper right tooth, and the cavity is at the gum line. So I can chew a little bit on that side. However. Anything colder or warmer than room temperature and sweeter than tap water hitting the Number Five? Not cool. As in I think I might pass out. I’m drinking everything but coffee through a straw. I can’t even eat cereal, as it’s too hard to keep the milk out of the Number Five.

Let’s consider that for a moment. Me being unable to eat cereal. My staple of life. I’m still eating it, dry out of the box, but I don’t eat much because it’s just not the same…..

I did not weigh myself this morning. Partly because I don’t want to know, partly because if my pants are too big that tells me what I need to know, and partly because I had already put my pants on. Like any woman worth her salt, I prefer to shed anything and everything possible before stepping on the self-esteem measuring machine scale.

I’m sure that as soon as I get to the dentist and get that root canal (March 9th! Unless they have a cancellation!), and get to the doctor for some little blue pills (Zoloft, not Viagra, you tools), I’ll gain back whatever I’ve lost, but until then?

Send belts, please.

Sunday Salad

To satisfy what is surely your burning, unending curiosity about what I decided to do last night, I will tell you. I went to the drugstore and purchased my mags and polish, and stopped very, very short of dying my hair red again. Picked up my Taco Bell on the way home, and ate while I watched Casablanca. Which is a great way to cry, if you need to.

This morning, I met a dear friend for breakfast, and we had our usual epic conversation- about everything and anything. I gave him the blog address, for several different reasons, and when I told him about my little secret, it occurred to me…

I need to join the blogging community in Asheville, and I need to work on developing one out in Waynesville. It would be so great to spend some time in real life with people who share my passion for blogging and writing, and to meet new people. It also means that I will be more driven to write quality posts and improve my writing, and that makes me happy.

After breakfast, I headed home and opened all the doors and windows. As the fresh air flooded the house, I chased the funk out, vacuuming and mopping and getting ready for the return of WH. The novelty of single life has well worn off, and I cannot wait to have my man in my bed and my daily life again. It was nice to miss him, it will be nicer to reunite.

Adicus and I took lots of fetch breaks to enjoy the warm afternoon sunshine, and then I took him for a drive to run a few small errands. Now I’m working on a new recipe for creamy chicken soup, since I finally posted my fudge and guacamole recipes over at 2HotDishes (link to the left!).

Now I’m off, to finish up my chores and prepare for another busy week. How was your Sunday? 🙂

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