The Birthday Plan

I will begin the 30 Day Shred on Sunday, October 17, 2010.  I will complete each day through thick and thin, through rain and snow and sleet and hail, in sickness and in health 'til death do us part (or something to that effect) until Tuesday, November 16, 2010.

I am hoping to have lost at least 3 lbs., hopefully more.  I am also hoping to have more energy to gt things done around the house and my job.  I am hoping that I will not be so tired all the time.

I am also hoping that I will be a size smaller!  Perhaps less boobage?  Yes, please!  Oh, to have shirts fit correctly.  And pants!  That don't bulge with the bulginess of my tummy!

Pray to all the gods above that I can stick to this!  Finding 20 minutes a day can't be that hard, right?  I just need to cut out one half-hour show block of time.

Please don't let me fail at this like everything else!

A Rant in Bullet List Form

• There's something going on at work that is making me throw back my ice tea like it's a Long Island Iced Tea.  Except for the fact that I don't drink.  And I've never been drunk.  Or understood the fun of being drunk.  But right now?  Looking a little more attractive every hour.

•  The thing from work?  If it pans out tonight like I desperately hope it won't, you may hear my scream in the next galaxy.  No, universe.

• Cowlicks are popping up all over my head!  Obviously a sign that the top layers are getting too long and heavy and I need to hightail it to get my hair cut. 

• I've gone to the same salon since high school, which is now a twenty minute drive.  With the way my hair grows, I really need to get a small trim on my bangs every week two weeks and I can't really justify using up a 1/4 of a tank of gas to just get my hair trimmed.  Even though Mom would love it since salon + Mom = same town.

•  I need to find a new hairstylist who will not have any history with my very finicky hair.  This is very stressful!

• There are 5 million things that I have to do when I get home.  I mean IMPERATIVE FOR MY IMMEDIATE SURVIVAL or something like that, anyway.  All stuff that I have been putting off all week but now that I have plans for this weekend, I don't have time to get to them at my leisure (which is usually quite leisurely but not very timely).

• All I want to do is curl up on my couch and watch the rest of Persons Unknown.  MUST KNOW HOW THE SEASON ENDS!!!  Right now, my vote is aliens.  Which doesn't mean much because that's my answer for everything.  Or ghosts.  But if it is ghosts then damn.  These are some pretty techno-geeky Caspers.  And can I just say, Janet's mom?  Scary a la Joan Crawford.

• And I have Castle and Supernatural to watch, too.  Plus, umm, some more SGA.

• Wait, why am I going out this weekend?

Laters.

October = Love

I hope that everyone out there in internet-land is having the best October ever.

'Cause I sure am!

I absolutely love this time of year!  The weather has finally evened off into the 50-60 degree range which is wonderful as I will not die of heat stroke as I wear basically winter clothes all year round.  My office is an iceberg 364 days of the year with one day reserved for when you are bundled up for ARCTIC SURVIVAL and the furnace will malfunction and roast you to death.

True story.

In other October awesomeness, my landlord finally ripped out all the ugly bushes in front of the house!  I can see out of my kitchen window again! 

I came home from work on Tuesday night and pulled into the driveway and just sat there for a minute looking at the house.  I knew something was different but it didn't register until suddenly I figured out that I could see the whole house.  Amazing!  It suddenly looked a lot bigger (from the outside).

So while I am sad that the wildlife has been evicted from the front bushes, I am extremely pleased.  I will not be pleased if he tries to put anything back except for lilac bushes.  Can you imagine standing with your kitchen window open as you do the dishes while a gentle breeze brings in the wonderful lilac scent?  Bliss.

Going shopping this weekend!  So excited.  I'm hoping to get some new clothes or maybe some shoes or maybe a coat or maybe, well, you get the idea.

So shopping and then supper at Perkins.  Can't wait.

And I think I'll stop the rambling here.


Laters.

Delurk?

So I was checking my stats and I see that I have people who have read my blog.

!!!

!!!

Cool!

I was wondering if everyone could leave me just a quick comment on where they are from ('cause I'm nosy like that) or maybe something they would like me to post about ('cause I'm running out of ideas) or maybe just how awesome you think I am ('cause I am needy and also delusional).

If you have a blog, I will totally visit and delurk as well!


Thanks a bunch, people!

Laters.


(Please let there be at least one comment or else I will feel like a dork.  T_T)

My Mind Is A Scary Place...

I've been reading a lot of Stargate Atlantis fan fiction lately and trying to catch up on the episodes that I missed somehow in the 5 seasons it was on.

(I just watched the series finale.)
(2 years after it aired.)
(I wasn't ready to let go.) 
(Umm, still not ready.  That was a poor excuse for a series finale.)
(Don't judge.)

Anyhoo, apparently reading SGA fic right before bed (okay, all day yesterday) causes one to have odd SG-1 related dreams.  Yeah.  Just go with me, okay?

I dreamed that I was going through the gate on my own after Kowalsky and Mitchell (I know, okay) went through to somewhere else.  Vala was going to another place after me.  So the guys went and then I did.  Only I came out in the Mountain right in front of the Gate.  So I went through again.

And gated out at the library I work at.

Who were totally okay with that.

I know!

And then, I figured out that I was in an alternate reality 'cause there was this person (no connection to work) that was like super nice to me.  Which freaked. me. the. fuck. out.  (There also might have been some really bad Courtney Love hair and electric blue eyeshadow going on.)

And someone else was rocking some long hair which also freaked me the fuck out.  Also, there was some way, way OOC-ness going on for this person.  Freakier than the hair.  Which was freaky!

And so I just sat there at the front desk and waited on people (totally screwing up giving out the password) and telling people "I'm from an alternate reality" every time they talked to me.

Who then nodded and were totally okay with.

Again, I know!

I'm wondering what reading some more SGA after work would do to me?


Laters.

Just...why?

So, I'm sitting here in my living room happily relaxing on the couch, trying to figure out whether to start the next DVD of Castle or Supernatural.

And then.

They appeared.

It was like some super evil time/space vortex dropped off all the children in my neighborhood into next door's back yard.

Where they immediatley began screaming at the top of their lungs.

I am not kidding.  They all sounded like they were being murdered.

Have I mentioned I don't like children?


Laters.