All My Little Words

Another morning up at 6:30, breakfast of coffee, tea and yogurt, followed by yoga, running up and down stairs, sit ups and some weights, then the weigh-in. This has been my life for almost 3 weeks now. And I haven’t lost a single pound. This is why women become anorexic. We eat right, exercise and nothing changes. Cut back your portions, quit drinking, nothing. Add more exercise, still….nothing. The next thing you know, you sit and stare at a cracker, reminding yourself that if you eat, you will be doing it wrong, because you ate a cracker yesterday and you didn’t lose any weight.

Maybe there is something legitimately wrong with me. It is not like I have been on an eating or drinking binge for the last two years while never moving off the couch. Even if that were the case, you would think that cutting out almost all alcohol, exercising even a little, and more portion control and care about what you are eating would cause you to lose a couple of pounds in 2-3 weeks. It’s very frustrating.

Leaving work at 4 yesterday was amazing. I went home, then walked to the pet store and back. Even with a little stop at the grocery store, I was home before dark. We at dinner at something like 6:30. Amazing. I even took the time to do my B&O taxes, and discovered that I owe…nothing! Perfect. Now, if only I could get the last few things we need to get our taxes done….and it would be so great if those were just done.

I have about a million and one errands to run today. I’m off.

I was just reading up on some LOST theories, now that a new season has started.
Some interesting ones:
Miles is Dr. Marvin Candle’s son
Ellie (one of the hostiles in the 50’s, along with Widmore)
is Eloise Hawking, who may be Daniel Faraday’s mother
But reading mae me think of something I thought of earlier of last night, i can’t remember which, it just came to me like the memory of a dream.

The Numbers: I don’t know anything about latitude and longitude and navigation and things of that nature, but could the numbers be coordinates of some sort?
Did the numbers have to be entered every 108 minutes to keep the island fixed in place? Or in time?

I really never should try to write anything before 9am.
Yesterday, Alex had people over to watch the ExcessBowl, but the disorder began well before anyone showed up for that.

We had been instructed to remove our new door from it’s hinges and prime and paint it, so, early in the morning we attempted to do so. That only took an hour, thanks to a security feature that disallows simply removing the big pins from the hinges. Because it was too cold outside, we had to paint it in the middle of the living room, so we had:

No door going to the garage, and no heat on as it would be pointless.
Door and cats locked up all day, whining.
A door in the middle of the living room.

It took long enough to dry each coat that only one side of the door received one coat of paint before we kind of had to put it back up because people had shown up the GrossBowl.

No one really watched anything but the commercials for the first half of the game. I refrained from eating too much of anything besides raw vegetables, but still went to bed with a stomach ache. The highlight of the whole shitass was the 3-D commercials at the beginning of half-time. We had picked up about 8 pairs of glasses at Safeway the night before, and at the end of the night I had to hide three pairs so that we can watch Chuck in 3-D tonight. I had actually set the pairs that Alex and I had worn aside earlier, and fortunately, I noticed someone snagging them on their way out so I was able to hide some other pairs before they all walked out the door. Lucky us, we got to keep the pair that got squashed when someone sat on them. This is what happens when you have people over for the RetardBowl.

Also: everything you got to eat/drink is gone by the end (and a few other things as well);
Everyone takes anything left over that they brought if it was any good;
The only thing left over are Cheese Lil Smokies;
and a pot full of Lil Smokies swimming in BBQ sauce;
When everyone was helping clean up, somehow some jam in the fridge got spilled but no one notices. You get to clean it up when you discover it in the morning while you are trying to re-order the shit that has been stuffed into the fridge;
You discover the handle for your brand new deadbolt on the floor after everyone leaves.
You break two, fairly new, expensive ceramic dog dishes while trying to keep all the pets locked up, and you squeeze out the door with them and manage to drop them both.
I left during half-time to go pick Sage, but not before I saw Bruce Springsteen make an ass out of himself. I always wanted to see his crotch sliding towards me at 35mph on a 65″ HDTV. NOT.

When I returned the yelling was in full force. I cannot stand football yelling. It is THE WORST kind of yelling, bar none. I almost lost it.

By the time it was all over, I was exhausted. The saving grace for the day was the HILARIOUS Office. We were in bed by 9:30, and the whole thing wrecked my whole get up with Alex and see him off to work, then exercise and whatnot. I was able to get ready for work in time, just.

My first day at work early is off to an auspicious start – there is still no parking (I had hoped there might be something, maybe there wouldn’t be so many people at the dentist next door), and although it is otherwise quiet, a lightbulb literally BLEW OUT of one of my lights here at work this morning.

I have been needing a new lightsource for a while, but haven’t found anything I like yet. My mission for the day is to look online and hopefully find something.