I haven’t posted because…are you ready? Sitting down? I’ve been working out every night. Yep, Miss Anti-Sweat actually goes to the gym 6 nights a week. The best part? All this work, for 7 weeks, and I’ve lost the equivalent of a very small housecat. I know, I’m getting healthier and blah, blah blah…but a few digits on the scale wouldn’t kill anybody. But, anyway, by the time I work out for an hour, bust through the door looking for the nearest horse to feast on, shower off the gym germs and sit my still fat ass down, I don’t feel like doing anything. Nothing. Except maybe watch a reality show on Bravo. So, there’s that.
I’ve also been trying to come up with some type of format for my blog, but the only thing I seem to be thinking about lately are the cheeseburgers I shouldn’t eat and the fact that my whole lower body seems to always be sore, so I’ve got nothing. I’m going to work it out as I go. Let’s call this Version 2.0, and we’ll go from there.
I almost didn’t survive the holidays. In short, it was filled with 5 hours of drunk family Rock Band, aquiring black lung at a seedy dive bar with all too appropriate country cover band, a dog in the middle of the interstate, lots of sugar and saturated fats, and an almost pass out at the gym (see: lots of sugar and saturated fats). Not to mention the severe depression and traumatic stress involved with returning to work knowing that the next company holiday is in 5 MONTHS.
There were a few positives. I got a new pair of Chuck Taylors, I’ve caught up on my on-line gaming and Dick Clark didn’t miss any numbers in the countdown.
Next year, we are going somewhere warm. Or at least we are telling everybody that we are.
After nine years of whining terms like “overrated”, “depressing”, “too abstract”…”turn it off” and “do I HAVE to go?”, Rob forced me to an event that changed all of this. Now, I will give my husband the Christmas present he has been waiting for…
RADIOHEAD IS ONE OF THE BEST BANDS IN HISTORY AND WILL BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE BANDS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
There. Merry Christmas.
(I think they would do a fab version of Linus and Lucy. Maybe for their Christmas album?)
I am, by no means, in the Christmas spirit, but I at least enjoyed shopping for Laika and Louis tonight. This one goes out to my husband, Mopey the Christmas Hating Elf.
I’ve been sick since a week before thanksgiving. I had a few good days here and there, but it’s bouncing around our office like a hot potato and antibiotics apparently have better things to cure than this virus. As if a month of snot isn’t bad enough, it’s Christmas and exhausing. I don’t know why it’s exhausting. I only shop for about 4 people and they are easy to shop for. One gift each. Rob poses a challenge as always. We decided to buy each other a few things this year since in the past few years we’ve forfitted gifts altogether. The problem is that my list contains fuzzy socks, art supplies and chuck taylors, and his list contains an imac, a professional camera and I think maybe a yaucht. So I’ve had to get creative while he claims I’m not getting much because everything on my list was “sold out”. I think I might return everything and see if I can find him some creativity for Christmas. Or some new underwear.
