Archive - April 2004

Menstrua returns

Holy crap! What are you doing up at this hour?

(withering sigh) Well…I was out sick today. The Evil Goddess Menstrua kicked a hole in my gut while simultaneously pounding my head with a mallet and making me speak in tongues. She actually started laying waste Wednesday night, and by 8pm Wed night I was ASLEEP. I needed to do 2 things at work this morning, so Thor, Norse God that he is, drove me in and waited in my office until I was done. Sweet man. Sweet, sweet man. Too bad he won’t let you get to know him. 😉

Naturally now I lay awake worrying. Will I be looked down upon? (Rationally: Hell no. I get 10 sick days a year. I never end up using more than 5 of them. If I don’t want to roll around the floor at work with cramps, I should have the right to call out w/o guilt. Right?) Will my mailbox be swamped with email? (Probably, but not with anything that can’t wait until tomorrow.)

After lazing about in an Advil and heatpad induced coma all morning, the pains eased away by 1:30 this afternoon. The feeling of a body finally allowed to relax is pure bliss. I watched another episode of the Sopranos on DVD. That makes 8 episodes watched, and I officially adore Tony’s goofy ‘guilty’ face. I even made it to the gym tonight. Thirty minutes on the treadmill, 10 chinups, 48 stomach crunchies.

And my Beloved Boston Rob lasted another week as the leader of the inept Chaboga Mogo tribe.

Life would be grand, if I didn’t have this damn sick day guilt. Maybe I should get in 30 minutes early to get a jump start on things.

Moving company comes tomorrow to assess our situation and to give a written estimate. Here’s hoping they don’t run out screaming when they see the slope of our stairs and the size of our furniture.

My shame

The Scene: An unloved, overfilled suburban apartment. A striking blond woman sits crouched in the corner, hidden by shadows. She clutches a cordless phone in her hands and furtively dials a number. She places the phone to her ear for a moment, and then quickly disconnects the call. Suddenly, Thor, the Norse God of War, arises from his chair, where he was polishing his Hammer of Lightning. He turns to her with an incredulous look upon his face.

Thor: Who did you call?
Striking Blond Woman: Me? Call? Nobody!
Thor: You’re holding the phone.
Thor: It’s obvious you made a phone call. Who did you call?
SBW: Nobody!

(a sad look of realization crosses Thor’s face as he realizes the destination of the phone call)

SBW: (sniffles)
Thor: You…you…
SBW: I voted for American Idol!

(music crescendos)

My favorite is Fantasia, but I simply vote for the best performer. Last night I voted for LaToya. The week before I voted for Jennifer, but you know where that got her. 🙂

Back to the gym

I’ve been a bit mum about it, but I’m hitting the gym 3x a week again. Mom and I have been going and doing 30 minutes on the treadmill each time. Plus my stomach crunches and assisted chin ups. I feel good about going back.

I can’t lick this weight thing until I begin to move more and eat less. I think of it like trying to rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time. To be successful, I’d have to start one action, and then start up with the other. So I’m still eating poorly, but once I get a few weeks at the gym behind me, I’ll be more likely to eat better.

This weekend we cleaned up and packed away our kitchen. It looks so empty now, with the cookbooks packed away and the fridge bare of magnets. And it looks 20 times cleaner ! 🙂

Yesterday, we went back to the furniture store and added a sectional to our bedroom set order. Why? Because our living room can only seat 3 – a loveseat and a chair. The sectional will seat 5ish, and features THREE recliners! And it looks a little something like this…

…but not exactly. Ours is smaller. I’m worried about the light taupe color, but it’s so comfortable, it’ll definitely give the nap chair a run for its money.

Still watching season one of the Sopranos and lovin’ it. Makes me wish I had HBO all these years.

Max ran off with my Hundred-Dollar-Retin-A tube the other day, but managed NOT to damage it or himself. Dog has a death wish…

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