I have done not one thing today. Caught up on sleep. Couldn’t seem to keep my eyes open today. Watched the first season of Arrested Development. Made some food for the week. ate my weight in hamburger helper…not so good for the points. I have actually done a few loads of laundry. It was in the 70’s here today, so I got the windows open and aired out the house. Felt good. I wish I’d crow barred my ass off the couch and taken a frontier walk. Oh well.
Hey, did I tell you I joined a gym? I’m going tomorrow and starting. Cannot tell you how freakin excited I am to get moving again. I exercised not one single bit last year and dropped a goodly amount of weight on the ww, so I’m encouraged and set to drop 30 or more by July 4th. That’s my first goal. So my gym is awesome. It’s owned by a couple of friends of mine who are giving me a great deal financially so that’s really cool. It’s for women only, and it’s open/available 24/7. I have a pass key that lets me in, there’s car do, free weights, machines, a room that has a movie screen to work out to dvds, a few classes during the week, free tanning, spray tan that is 10.00, showers that have all hair products provided, two massage chairs, a sauna. Pretty awesome. I’m excited. But I think I’ve mentioned that.
Hung out with Mgirl this weekend and invariably we were surrounded by idiots wherever we went. Tomorrow, I hit the goonie goo goo doc again, the gym, heading to Dre’s for some SATC Recovery time, do Ex-Him’s daughters hair then home for the prep of the coming week.
Did I tell you that i feel down on Friday? Yup. Flopped it hard core in the backroom at work. Mgirl is the only witness and when we both recovered from the fit of laughter that followed it we tried to figure out how we can just attach a camera so record our antics. In my defense, we have stainless steel bar stools and they are pretty slick. I turned to read MGirl her horoscope and my heel caught on the stool, my body kept turning and I caught the edge of the trash can under my right arm while reaching out to the towel bin for stabilization…only it was on wheels and shot out from under me like a cat with a firecracker in it’s butt, thereby stringing me out full body to land with a horrifying thump onto the marble tile. It took about twenty minutes to hit the floor. I woke up Saturday feeling like I’d been hit by a Mack truck. Arg. Ooof. Flop. Still pretty jacked up today but the goonie goo goo doc is on the horizon! he’ll have a few words for me I’m sure.
I’m also glad to have finally spoken to my best crazyman, Skillet. Skillet and I go back to the Cincy puppet days. He’s now in Lost Wages, working for the Cirque people. I’ve been jonesing for him since about August when i saw Superbad and fell for Michael Cera. Apparently I’m not the only one to have made that connection! We talked and laughed and while it was brief, I am going to seriously try to go out for a small visit. Even if it’s just for a day or two. I need to see this one.
Gert had a shitty ending to her week. I know as you do, that there is something good on her horizon as well. I have my fingers crossed for you sis!
It’s a brand new week. huzzuah and happy happy.