Monday, February 23, 2009
Ughhhhh...yesterday started the Skinny Mel diet/workout plan.
Today, my legs hurt so bad that I can barely walk. Come on body, all I did was 900 steps on the step counter and run 1/2 of a mile. Oh and those jack knives and extenders.
To top of the painful day, while I was walking my beloved dog this morning, the neighbor was walking up as I was walking out. Our dogs love each other and their excitement is hard to control. Picture me, all 5' 3 3/4" and 135 lbs of me in heels and a dress, trying to pull my 78 pound dog.
I almost slipped oh the patio and I tore my pointer finger nail off. I'm not one of those "oh, I broke my nail girls". I didn't break this one, I RIPPED THE EFFING THING OFF.
Now when I say ripped it off, let me just tell you, there was blood and skin and all together finger trauma. I have some pretty long nails and I spend damn good money on having them covered in special stuff and painted to look all cute. Now, all I have in a stub. Less than a stub. It's broken down to the middle of the nailbed.
Holy pain Batman. And do you know how hard it is to type when pointer is traumatized?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Just when the impending doom was about to hit me, and my biggest fear of being placed into a straitjacket were about to come true, you gave me this precious gem.
I can now rest assured that I can still go crazy and be able to escape.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I am a pretty organized person and a workaholic, but lately I feel like I am sinking and fast.
Granted, I work two jobs. One of which I am going to have to go ahead and bite the bullet and say "I just can't do this anymore." The not getting home until 1am on Monday nights is killing me. Playing pool on Tuesdays and not getting home until 12am is just adding gas to the fire.
This week I am working Monday, Wednesday and Friday night. The money is nice but my sanity is suffering.
My house looks like 5 teenagers live there. And I am a clean freak. Often times I will get home at 1am and clean for an hour because I cannot go to bed and think about waking up to the mess.
I have three titles at work (my real job as I so kindly refer to it as) and somedays I spend ALL DAY doing one portion of it and the other stuff suffers. On nights I am not working or spending my one night a week playing pool, you can find me in front of my laptop doing work or answering e-mails on my crackberry.
I need a maid, a dog walker and a cook.
And people wonder why I drink.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Since I really shouldn't even be on here writing a post because I am beyond busy. I think that I am going to stick to the picture thing like I did last Monday. Maybe it will become a theme. Although, searching for the pictures that match my mood takes longer than it does to write stuff out. Ah, whatever.
It's 12:53 and I haven't eaten:
Please keep in mind that yesterday was Superbowl Sunday and:
My head hurts and I am so tired:
I would love to be able to hang one of these on my front door at my house and have it work:
Must get back to work!