I am starting day three with no wine, have had no coffee and just water since dinner last night.
And I haven’t killed anyone!!
Physical today. Wanted to get it scheduled so that it’s not four months late (why can’t they just keep everyone’s yearly physicals scheduled for the same day every year? Why can’t fricken-fracken insurance companies understand that if you’re within a couple of Weeks of last year’s physical, you’re not trying to bilk the system in any way, but just trying to get a fricken-fracken appointment that fits your schedule within a six-month timeframe?!?!?
ahem.
I always forget when I schedule my physicals that I’m now doing blood work, which means fasting. Which normally works when I schedule my 8-ish appointment, but does not work so well when I schedule the 11:30am appointment.
And I Never remember the fact that I can’t drink alcohol for 48 hours before.
Of course, as I fill out the 800-page questionnaire and it asks me how many drinks I consume each day and how many days a week and I’m always brutally honest and put 6 days a week (Although I am now often up to two glasses of maybe-even-less-than-4-ounces [no, Really. I'm good that way.], but basically one glass of wine a day. It’s funny how you feel somewhat guilty putting that down. (Especially when the next question is “Do your friends or family think you drink too much?” /eyeroll.)
I even got around to scheduling a toofer cleaning for the first time since ‘05.
So shoot me.
If these folks find anything else wrong with my teeth, I will probably switch dentists. I realize that making that statement after I haven’t had my teeth cleaned for almost three years probably isn’t the best assessment, but I went 38 years with no cavities and once I switched to this dentist, I’ve miraculously had at least three cavities/’soft spots’ that have needed to be addressed.
You’re a dentist. I don’t need a sales job from you.
I’m in need of Serious caffeine, food and alcohol.
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I am back on the morning workout routine.
Last week when Mr. Boo had no school, I decided to squeeze in my workouts in the morning.
And oddly, I’m getting up fifteen minutes earlier (waking up without an alarm at 5:00am, go figure, getting up around 5:25), getting on the treadmill for a half hour and still managing to get everyone out the door at the same time, if not a few minutes early.
I’ve given up trying to do what I Want to do and am doing what works. Which means I’m only walking and just a quick stretch afterwards.
But I am now remembering how much it can jumpstart your day.
With the exception that there is Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, on at that time of the morning. Basic cable means one hundred stations of infomercials, horrific local news programming and even more horrific MTV. Even VH1 plays the same videos every morning. (Except I watched the new NKOB video this morning. Um. Yeah. Didn’t get it then, don’t get it now.)
I have decided that I am a fogey enough that I spent time watching CMT videos so as not to be offended by anything else that’s ‘current’ in the video realm. It is still true that as long as you are blonde and cute and sing about boys and Fords, you can have a country career.
Go figure.
So I’ve skipped the evening workouts, given the recent schedule, but am hoping that eventually, I’ll get back to the running at night and walking in the morning.
At least it’s Something.
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Back on the Issue train with The Mom, as she is Insistent that since Mr. Boo wants a bowling birthday party, that I’d better get one planned.
I can see doing a small, ten child or so, party, but certainly not before his birthay at this point.
I know I had the same melt-down around the Bitsy’s birthday, mainly because The Mom wouldn’t leave that alone, either.
She wanted a party. Went on about it. We didn’t have one. Did we ever hear One Word or whine from her that she didn’t get a party?
No.
Honestly. Does a child need a birthday party Every Year? When they’re four/five/six???
Let me know if I’m doing it wrong…
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On Mr. Boo’s vacation from dayschool, the urchins and I went to see Kung Fu Panda.
Cute enough, but I must have something against Jack Black and Angelina Jolie.
Because it certainly was no Monsters, Inc., Finding Nemo, or The Incredibles.
I think I was spoiled for life by those.
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What else?
I am finally getting my shit together.
For many, many, Many years, the Ba basically took care of just about everything. I did a Lot of sitting around and he cooked and cleaned and did just about everything.
Things have changed.
And I went through a period of being very, very, Very tired.
But I finally feel like I can take care of shit myself.
I did the planting, the wood-chipping, etc. of the garden. I’m cleaning the house (minus an occasionally sweeping by the Ba. Oh, and the dishes. I still hate dishes.). I’m doing the laundry. I’m doing the lessons and games and all of that for the urchins. And I got up this morning to water the plants.
The cleaning makes me bitch. The driving to every little thing and urchin-care makes me bitch.
But it’s getting easier if I focus on the fact that I Am capable and self-sufficient and don’t need to sit around and wait for someone to take care of me.
I’m trying to use it more as empowerment, rather than an excuse to whine and bitch.
Go, me.
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There’s all kinds of little stuff that I could write about, but I just don’t feel like spending the next half hour on stuff that’s more drivel-y than normal.
Stuff like Mr. Boo Not scoring a goal last night and even spending his first two runs on the field going the Wrong direction, which he’s never done. I’m hoping he’s tired, as I had to wake him up this morning and he’s usually up when I am.
Stuff like this company still continues to entertain me as the it struggles along. And I think that Logic needs to make jewelry, Thor will do the website and I will do the leg-work to get retail locations and we will have our own handy-dandy little business like Bossie-poo and I used to have before he got the Mentor involved and they went entirely bat-shit crazy.
Stuff like I have to get the Pyrotechnic Extravaganza invites in the mail, as it’s That Time again and I’ve been Thinking about it, but doing Nothing.
Stuff like I waited and waited to get my driver’s license picture renewed because of, well, vanity, and once it came right down to it, I didn’t give a shit What my hair looked like.
See?
Isn’t this stuff Fascinating?
And on that note, time to get a bit more done before the poke-and-prod.
At least there’s Taco Bell on the horizon afterwards (But before I get my cholesterol test back that will make me swear off all of that kind of food.)
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