reading: Winter House, by Carol O’Connell. Kathleen Mallory is my kinda badass.
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Ever have one of those weeks that starts off feeling really, really busy, and thus for the rest of the week you feel like you’re behind? My Monday was extremely busy – for me – and right now I’m wondering whether I’m ever going to have a chance to sit on my ass and watch Big Love and Desperate Housewives before Sunday.
Monday I got up early, dropped the spud off at school, went to the pet store, went to Target, got home at almost 9:30, went for a 4.16 mile walk, got home, did a few things around the house that desperately needing doing, ran to the post office and the bank, went home to take my shower and change into clean clothes (I see no point in showering before I leave for the pet store, since I’m just going to get sweaty and cat-hair-y), and by the time that was done, it was almost 2:00, and time for lunch. I did manage to watch Grey’s Anatomy after lunch, but then it was time to hang out with Fred (which I like doing, so don’t get the impression I’m bitching about that), make dinner, clean the bathroom, putter around online, and so on.
Tuesday I got up around 7, got dressed, puttered around the house for a while, then walked to the salon (a one-way distance of 1.8 miles, which took me almost exactly half an hour, which I think means that I’m beginning to walk a little faster) to have my hair cut and colored, walked home, vacuumed the entire house, filled the bird feeders, cleaned out the bird bath, yelled at Sugarbutt (WHY won’t he stay out of my plants? WHY?), and then ended up eating lunch (ding! ding! 2:00! Lunch time!) before I took my shower. Then it was a matter of doing a few more things around the house, and the next thing I knew, it was dinner time, the spud was off with some kids from school working on a project, then Fred was in the bathtub taking his usual nightly reading-and-Su Doku-time, and I have no freakin’ clue what the hell I did for the hour or so he was in the tub. Oh, right – I was looking at
ProFlowers to find Mother’s Day arrangements to send my mother, Fred’s mother, and his stepmother. I always have a hard time deciding what arrangement of flowers to send, but I think I made some good choices this year.
Today, my morning is mostly free – but I have things to do, like clean up the garage and scrub out the litter box – and then I have a 2:45 appointment with my doctor. Tomorrow I need to do some bathroom scrubbin’ and laundry, and at this point, I’m not seeing a time when I get to veg on the couch and clear off the DVR.
I NEED MY VEGGING TIME, PEOPLE!
At this rate, I might as well get a damn job and pay someone to do all the shit around the house.
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Oh, speaking of my hair, I had it chopped off like I said I was going to. For comparison purposes, here’s a horrible “before” picture, wherein I look all slack-jawed and a little high:
And after:
Not the best picture of the new haircut (and DAMN does that mirror need to be cleaned!), but you get the idea. I think I’m going to keep this ‘do at least through the summer, and when I go back in five weeks, I may actually even have her cut it just a tad shorter.
To me, my hair doesn’t look as thin as it did when it was longer, and I just love the way the layers like to do that thing where they flip out to the side.
I think it suits me. It’ll suit me even more when I’ve lost the extra chins!
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This is how lazy I am: I was sitting in front of the computer reading something (I don’t remember what) yesterday, and I realized that my contacts were kind of dry, and I could use a few drops of saline in each eye to clear up the fogginess. Instead of reaching down for my purse and grabbing the bottle of eye drops I keep in there, I deliberately thought of something sad, which made me tear up, which cleared my contacts, so I didn’t have to go through all the EFFORT of reaching for my purse and grabbing the eye drops.
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I’ve been drinking Tropical Punch Kool-Aid (sugar free) like it’s going out of style. It took me less than 24 hours to drink 2 quarts earlier this week, but I can’t help it – the stuff is GOOD! And at 40 calories for an entire 2 quarts, I’m not going to complain.
I can only imagine what that dark red coloring is doing to my insides, though.
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When I was walking to have my hair cut and colored yesterday, I found this on the ground:
Fred did a little looking around and told me that it’s 100 Drachmas, which is worth about 37 cents in the US. We’re rich!
I’m always finding change on the ground while I’m out walking; in an average week I’ll find anywhere from a couple of pennies to fifty cents or more. I guess that’s what happens when you walk along looking at the ground.
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Sugarbutt and Mister Boogers love to jump up on the bird bath and drink the water. Which is probably HORRIBLE for them, given how rarely I clean the damn thing out. I’ll do better, I promise. Wouldn’t want to make the babies sick.
Sugarbutt jumping into the picture like that cracks me UP.
Places to go, people to see!
If that ain’t a Tubby look on his face, I don’t know what is.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
hither.
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Previously
2005: We call him… FANG!
2004: Who has more fun that me, kids? That’s right, NO ONE!
2003: No entry.
2002: I think I’ll call him Fredriq, and make him talk in a French accent and squeal with excitement while he’s doing it.
2001: Your shoes are not lined up exactly, and what’s this?? A PIECE OF GRASS ON THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOE??? TO THE DUNGEON WITH YOU!”
2000: Exhausting!]]>