March 1st Already?!
Hardly seems possible. How many shopping days is that 'til Christmas? Well, according to http://www.christmas.com, it's 298 days. I didn't even know there was such a site. That damned thing counts months, days, hours, minutes and SECONDS! Scary. I think I'm gonna hold off on starting my shopping just a little longer.
I stayed home sick yesterday 'cuz my stomach was bothering me and today on my drive to work I had this wave of nausea come over me. Even once I got to the parking garage I had to sit in my car for several minutes and decide if I could make it. It seems to have passed, though I have this knot in my stomach that feels like it could come back. Funny how every time a woman says something about being nauseated the first thing people assume is pregnancy. It's only one of a zillion reasons for feeling that way! Though I do admit that whenever my husband says he's nauseous I tell him maybe he's pregnant. Yup, humor is exactly what people want when they feel like they're gonna hurl.
I think I've read only a couple pages of my latest book in the last week or so. I have to get back on that before I lose my momentum! Speaking of momentum, Jason and I went for a good walk yesterday and I'm trying to get back on the wagon. Not too happy with myself the past few months as far as working out is concerned . . . mostly because I basically haven't been. I know I'll feel and look so much better, but it's so easy to go right to making dinner, cleaning up, checking e-mail, watching TV, blah, blah, blah . . . I need someone to kick my ass. Right now, I guess it's gonna have to be me. Especially if we are ever gonna do this baby thing. I'm not doing it in this condition! I want to be in reasonably good shape and ready for it -- and still be able to walk and oh, I don't know, wear a bra maybe?! I'll never find one to fit me if I get pregnant right now. Besides, I'm not ready yet!
What am I ready for? A vacation. A real one, where we go away to someplace that requires a plane and possibly a passport to get there -- though I'd gladly *settle* for Hawaii. Gotta get back on that. So many things to do, so little money.
God, I was just looking at the news and I swear every last thing in it is shooting, body, dead, killed, murder. We all know this stuff happens every day. Does it have to be the only thing that gets reported? Maybe if they started reporting all the good things that happen in the world people would emulate that behavior instead. I know, not bloody likely but I'm really getting tired of reading about all this death. There are some sick mofos in the world -- and the older I get, the more I worry that I, or someone I love, could cross paths with one. Now, how did I get from dreaming of Hawaii to that kind of nightmare? Shake it off, shake it off!
Deep breath . . . that's better. Surely there must be something better to write about. How about the genius of Scott Adams? Why, oh why could I not have been the one to dream up Dilbert?! The material is endless. Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry about how close those strips hit to home. I choose laugh. Otherwise, I may go insane. I'm gonna have to see if I can post a link to the Dilbert site here sometime.
Alright, I'm gonna have to go do or read something that will make whatever I have to say more interesting, 'cuz I'm floundering here . . .
Later.
I stayed home sick yesterday 'cuz my stomach was bothering me and today on my drive to work I had this wave of nausea come over me. Even once I got to the parking garage I had to sit in my car for several minutes and decide if I could make it. It seems to have passed, though I have this knot in my stomach that feels like it could come back. Funny how every time a woman says something about being nauseated the first thing people assume is pregnancy. It's only one of a zillion reasons for feeling that way! Though I do admit that whenever my husband says he's nauseous I tell him maybe he's pregnant. Yup, humor is exactly what people want when they feel like they're gonna hurl.
I think I've read only a couple pages of my latest book in the last week or so. I have to get back on that before I lose my momentum! Speaking of momentum, Jason and I went for a good walk yesterday and I'm trying to get back on the wagon. Not too happy with myself the past few months as far as working out is concerned . . . mostly because I basically haven't been. I know I'll feel and look so much better, but it's so easy to go right to making dinner, cleaning up, checking e-mail, watching TV, blah, blah, blah . . . I need someone to kick my ass. Right now, I guess it's gonna have to be me. Especially if we are ever gonna do this baby thing. I'm not doing it in this condition! I want to be in reasonably good shape and ready for it -- and still be able to walk and oh, I don't know, wear a bra maybe?! I'll never find one to fit me if I get pregnant right now. Besides, I'm not ready yet!
What am I ready for? A vacation. A real one, where we go away to someplace that requires a plane and possibly a passport to get there -- though I'd gladly *settle* for Hawaii. Gotta get back on that. So many things to do, so little money.
God, I was just looking at the news and I swear every last thing in it is shooting, body, dead, killed, murder. We all know this stuff happens every day. Does it have to be the only thing that gets reported? Maybe if they started reporting all the good things that happen in the world people would emulate that behavior instead. I know, not bloody likely but I'm really getting tired of reading about all this death. There are some sick mofos in the world -- and the older I get, the more I worry that I, or someone I love, could cross paths with one. Now, how did I get from dreaming of Hawaii to that kind of nightmare? Shake it off, shake it off!
Deep breath . . . that's better. Surely there must be something better to write about. How about the genius of Scott Adams? Why, oh why could I not have been the one to dream up Dilbert?! The material is endless. Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry about how close those strips hit to home. I choose laugh. Otherwise, I may go insane. I'm gonna have to see if I can post a link to the Dilbert site here sometime.
Alright, I'm gonna have to go do or read something that will make whatever I have to say more interesting, 'cuz I'm floundering here . . .
Later.
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