OK…cleaning kitchen now.
Had a BK Veggie for lunch. It’s been so long since I had one that I forgot they put mayo on it.
And I defiantly ate the donut when I came home. THEN I went to the gym and worked off 230 calories of it. Damn donut.
One thing about this beautiful springtime weather we’ve been having…it’s warm and sunny in the afternoon, but gets downright nippy when the sun sets.
Possible career switches:
1) I like to write
Problem A: My skill is unhoned.
Problem B: I don’t know what I could do with that, even if I worked on writing.
2) I’d like to start a not-for-profit organization that builds simple but informative website for churches and schools. Basically because churches and schools seem to have the ugliest and uninformative websites around.
Problem A: I have no clue how to start a not-for-profit. I mean…from where would I earn my salary?
Problem B: I’d have to fundraise…and I am a crummy salesperson.
3) Have a kid and bag having a career altogether
Problem A: I think I’d go crazy being home all the time. See this and that.
Problem B: We’re very used to two incomes.
Problem C: I’m under the impression that kids tend to indirectly destroy most marriages.
Saturday’s plan: Hit Body Pump, clean house, Wings Game.
Saturday’s reality: Headed to Ocean City less than 30 minutes after I wrote about Saturday’ plan. Ate cheese fries. Played Asheron’s Call. Wings defeated Buffalo.
Two numbers that came into play bigtime yesterday.
Sixty: Dierdre the Pain hit level 60 yesterday. That’s a pretty huge accomplishment. I’m almost halfway to the max level of 126. I forgot to take a screenshot though. :/
Eight: Went to Old Navy yesterday, and bought two pair of jeans in a size eight. EIGHT! One pair fits well, the other is a skosh tight but wearable. Never did I think I’d be wearing single digit jeans. Skirts are one thing, but JEANS are another. Along with that, I bought two skirts, four knit tee shirts, a pair of khaki capris (size 10 for baggy comfort) and a pair of shoes.
Wt: 144 (AIEEEEEEEE!) OK, well…I deserved it. I ate like old-skool Kim this weekend. Damn. I should have had that donut I bought last night but didn’t eat because I thought I was having a good day.
Mood: Determined to be happy in my job.
Work docket: Waiting for hot jobs now. Will do search and replace on Scrapbook today. And prolly tomorrow. That’s a BIG job.
Lunch plans: I didn’t have nuthin’ to bring. Maybe a BK Veggie burger will hit the spot.
Afternoon plans: YMCA, food shop
Evening plans: Food shop if I don’t do it in the afternoon.
Better news: The Blackwells are fighting for the May vacation! Go, Blackwells, go!! Fight “da Man!”
And so as war rages outside of my world, as Iraqis are bombed into dust and as brave, handsome US Marines are KIA, spring has arrived outside my humble apartment balcony. I’ve opened the sliding door about two feet wide, and ushered the cats and dog outside to feel spring. As of right now, Mickey and Charlie have come back in, and Misty stays outside. No doubt she’s breathing in the fresh air while shaking the dew from her paws.
I’ve woken up early enough to enjoy a full day before the Wings game tonight — a result of going to sleep last night at a time that would cause my peers to wince in shame. I have a sadistic temptation to try Body Pump again at the YMCA this morning. I did Body Pump for many months long ago when I was heavier. Never understood why it didn’t work. Maybe the ice cream I’d treat myself to afterward made it difficult.
Maybe it would be a good way to work off my guilt for having a half-slice of pizza for breakfast. If I live through the ordeal, I’ll grab a chai tea latte (trendier than ice cream) and read my April edition of Martha Stewart Magazine out on the balcony.
How lucky am I that I can sip a 3-dollar drink on my safe sunlit balcony while my country’s supposedly at war? That my life can continue normally? If I don’t read the news, I’d never know something was happening.
I think today I’ll put an American Flag out on the balcony to remind me why I’m so lucky.