Saturday, September 3, 2011

I'm always playing catch-up.

So I haven't blogged in a while. I'm not sure how long it's been, but Leah can tell you to the tenth of a day (she reminded me a few days ago that it had been 3.4 days). Up to and including Wednesday, I was acting like a workaholic and just couldn't squeeze out the words. Thursday I went to the gym and then took the rest of the day off to go shopping. Sounds like fun, right? No. I hate shopping. The clothes are ugly and I have no idea what size I am anymore. I end up taking three sizes of everything in the fitting room and then hating them all anyway. Maybe in my next life I should be a designer.

Anyway, I did find a few things including a new cheesecake pan (priorities), so it was a semi-successful, albeit exhausting, day. Then Friday I went to the gym, cleaned my house, and made coconut custard pies—one for Tony, who had asked me earlier in the week to make them. That was day two of no working.

Today (Saturday) I made the monthly trip to the commissary, came home and put it all away, paid the bills, and went to the gym. By the time I got back I decided to spray the walkways and ditch with Roundup, then had to shower, and really, who can start work at 3:30 pm? So I managed to blow off three full days of work, for which I will surely pay tomorrow. I'm justifying it with the fact that I worked 13 days straight before that.

The latest news is that Abbie is now the reigning wall-sit champ, clocking in with an amazing five minutes. In case you don't know what a wall-sit is, stand with your back against a wall, walk your feet out, and slide down until you're in a sitting position, knees and hips at 90° angles. Keep the weight in your heels, not your toes, and no resting your hands on your legs. Hold as long as you can. When we first started doing these, one minute was a challenge. My best is 4:20 and that included a lot of moaning and screaming.

In other news, Virginia is still enjoying aftershocks. The last one I felt was Thursday morning and it was strong enough to wake me up. At least when the hurricane's gone, you know it's not coming back. This earthquake stuff is getting old.

So now you're caught up and I have at least 3.4 days until I get reminded that it's time to blog again. Ciao!

Be thankful ~


Connie said...

My dad says that the designers that are designing women's clothes nowadays must hate women. I tend to agree with him most of the time! Half of the tops make you look pregnant and the other half just make you look old and frumpy. I guess I am going to have to learn how to sew!

Leah said...

Clearly, the solution is to go shopping more often, so you at least know what size you are. :P