My lips are chapped. Not the rough scratchy peely kind of chapped...but like burning on fire from working in the freezing cold all the time (my freezing cold being 30is--not Mel's snow hell freezing cold)...
I got my tax return and blew most of it...some responsibly, some not so much.
I paid off all my medical bills that I owed on :) Yay... I feel so grown up and shit.
I got a fucking sweet 4 inch memory foam mattress pad that rocks my world. I laid on it the first time and came... I wish I was kidding. Now the problem isn't waking up with lower back pain because the mattress sucks, it's waking up achy because I didn't turn over AT ALL... Jen found the same problem. It's great though because since before I had rigged two twins to make a king... the issue was always the crack in the middle. For the first time ever (at my house anyway) Jen and I were able to cuddle crack free (well at least mattress crack free, ha)
I got a new computer that actually came today--I'm using it now :) woohoo.. I heart dell. I discovered their outlet center and bought a scratch and dent model which arrived without a single scratch looking brand new and restored to factory standards and got it 500 gb and all for half the normal price....SWEET.
I got my eyes examined today and ordered two new pairs of glasses (one reg and one pair of sunglasses for my planned fishing expeditions down in Hatteras, NC)...
I am so anti valentine's day... My parents anniversary was VDay... 29 years of marriage... phenomenol (ranks up there with Jude and Mrs. Judes anniversary...shes my hero in case you didn't know)... Dad is still in Kosovo...but mom is leaving early ass tomorrow morning to fly to Greece and meet up with for two weeks and have lots of dirty kinky sex i'm sure. But I digress... I feel like VDay is such a market nightmare. I caved though because even though Jen said she wasn't into the whole VDay thing... something about her tone indicated otherwise. I'm trying to grow in the relationship and am trying a new concept called compromise. With that being said, I marched straight into her theatre (mind you she can't be openly gay and I've never taken her flowers or anything there...had them delivered a couple of times or so... mainly just use Lil Man as a decoy because whose going to question a moms kid bringing her stuff to work)... I marched up on a Friday fucking night with 973 million people carrying a potted red Tulip and an OBNOXIOUSly large heart balloon and knocked on the ticket window to get her attention (she was helping one of her employees).... when she let me in I was so discombolalated it wasn't even funny...she called me out on how nervous I was... she found it quite funny...I couldn't even get words out I WAS FREAKING... but I made her the center of attention at work and outed her accidentally to her new assistant, lol... but it's all good.
I didn't even mention this to Jen, but I actually put a chunk of change away in savings for my moving out of Gma's house plan.... to help Jen and I in the long run (I'm very proud of this)... like I mean it looks like I'm not going to get tattoo number 13 right now (I won't say ever) but I have to have my priorities right.
I cut all my hair off again and have regressed back to the faux hawk.
Mom gave me a book to read called the Happiness Project by some Gretchin chick... I've only read the preface but it basically talks about the authors discontentment. Like she wasnt' sad or depressed, she just wasn't "happy"... it goes on to help discover individual happiness... I could use that.
It seesm like all I ever do these days is bitch and whine. I said I was going to stop doing both at work and it turns out that I just don't have a lot of shit to say, period. sad.
I still havent changed back to my healthy eating habits and I'm starting to feel fat again... like the uncomfortable fatty feel... not cool. Still haven't joined the gym... it's still on my list.. Right now I'm just trying to wait on my new shoes to arrive ... I broke down and spent a bazillion bucks on a pair of MBTs.... I tried some on and I swear to god it was like walking on air... I felt fifty pounds lighter because there wasn't all that weight on my feet and joints... this is going to help... if I can get my feet to not hurt...then I can explore my exercise goals further.
check, check, check
2 comments:
Nice deal on the computer.
Compromise? What the hell is compromise? Just kidding. :) And look who's being so cute taking Jen flowers on VD.
Be careful what you wish for. We are in the beginning discussions about purchasing a small RV. We both want to travel more but A knows it's nearly impossible to get me away from the dogs so the plan is to bring them along. So if you ever spot 2 crazy women driving a mini-Winnie with 4-5 barking dogs, I recommend locking the doors, pulling the shades and not answering the phone. :)
(cheering) Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! How the hell are ya? I know JUST how you feel right now. I am going to email you allllll about it! Aren't you lucky?!?!? hahahahah!
So, OK, it is like, totally awesome that you got a pair of MBT shoes. You gotta A) Blog about it and B) Include a picture of you wearing them, yeah? Com'on! Those shoes are kick ass!
It sounds like you and Jen had a very nice VD day (and no, I mean Valentine's Day... haha!). Awww! I'll admit, I miss those days when I would get flowers on Valentine's and be with my special some one. Although, let me tell you; this year, my crush sent me roses... I know, right?! I love it! :)
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