Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Here I am again, mug of milk (no more clean glasses and its G's turn to do the washing up) by my side and ready to take on the world! Ok, so I'm not quite that gung-ho today. This week was the start of my loose the post mom-weight regime. I have a wedding dress to fit into you know! I've been to the gym two days in a row and have eaten reasonably healthily (excluding the chocolate and potato chips). I just finished my "healthy" dinner - pasta salad. Wait, you say! Pasta is full of carbs, you say! I say bollocks to that... Atkins can go to the warm place. Give me carbs and lots of them! Besides the pasta salad had lots of veggies which is supposed to trick you into thinking you've had more pasta than you really have. This is what some nutritionist in one of the hundreds of women's magazines I read weekly says. Fine, good enough for me. Bring on the noodles!
Besides spending half an hour making enough "simple" pasta salad to feed me well into next winter, I am sore (from the gym) and cranky (also from the gym). One the bright side I received an email from my Uncle about my weblog - yahoo - someone reads my weblogs! Little-dance-around-the-room-with-glee! Seems there is a problem with one of the map links - its giving him a JavaScript error that I can't reproduce. Which is ALWAYS the way. She who develops never gets the error. Arrrgh! Also, It the owl in the last entry is now suspected to be a Barred Owl instead of a Great Horned. Either way, its still a BIG BABY!
All of my good intentions this evening have gone out the window. Instead of using my 90 minutes of free time while Giles is staring lifelessly at a footie game I have once again been seduced by American Crime Drama. It's CSI this time, and then there is more L&O at 10pm. I really need to get some self control. I justify my complete lack of discipline and will power by telling myself I worked a long day, went to the gym, emailed my mom (v. bad at responding to emails) and made myself a healthy lunch for the rest of the week. Of course I'll probably ignore the "healthy" lunch and succumb to the weekly Wednesday MacDonald's lunch run. Yes, I am weak.
Ok, I've resigned myself. I'll try again tommorrow. Then maybe I'll actually communicate some useful and interesting information instead of the disjointed babble I've shared tonight!
Besides spending half an hour making enough "simple" pasta salad to feed me well into next winter, I am sore (from the gym) and cranky (also from the gym). One the bright side I received an email from my Uncle about my weblog - yahoo - someone reads my weblogs! Little-dance-around-the-room-with-glee! Seems there is a problem with one of the map links - its giving him a JavaScript error that I can't reproduce. Which is ALWAYS the way. She who develops never gets the error. Arrrgh! Also, It the owl in the last entry is now suspected to be a Barred Owl instead of a Great Horned. Either way, its still a BIG BABY!
All of my good intentions this evening have gone out the window. Instead of using my 90 minutes of free time while Giles is staring lifelessly at a footie game I have once again been seduced by American Crime Drama. It's CSI this time, and then there is more L&O at 10pm. I really need to get some self control. I justify my complete lack of discipline and will power by telling myself I worked a long day, went to the gym, emailed my mom (v. bad at responding to emails) and made myself a healthy lunch for the rest of the week. Of course I'll probably ignore the "healthy" lunch and succumb to the weekly Wednesday MacDonald's lunch run. Yes, I am weak.
Ok, I've resigned myself. I'll try again tommorrow. Then maybe I'll actually communicate some useful and interesting information instead of the disjointed babble I've shared tonight!
Monday, April 19, 2004
So I'm back after a bit of a hiatus. I've survived Super-Wedding-Mommy's visit. She left me with some new clothes (yeah! I look like a bum most of the time) as well as 7 pounds on my thighs and a 3 day hangover that eventually developed into a cold. Said cold made my left eye swell up leaving me looking like Sloth from the Goonies. So all in all a successful parental visit. She has now moved onto Allyson (sister) and Matt (brother) and will no doubt leave the same destruction in her wake.
While I have lots and lots to say and do, I don't have an endless supply of time. I've been at the PC since I got home (well, there was a brief break for food and bath - was a the gym after work to rid myself of extra mommy-weight). Giles made me a "hit-list" of things to do. Andrew, my team leader, has dubbed G my "at home" team leader to keep me on track an focused. So I've had a list of tasks to complete before Law and Order at 10pm. I suppose I could skip L&O, but he's been sitting downstairs attempting to amuse himself for two hours. He tried to sneak into the office but I growled at him and chased him off. So if I really AM going to be married, I should probably spend some time with the fiancé.
I have managed to finish 99% of my tasks and write a letter to Chris. I think the letter is quite amusing so I'll share an except (adults need not be offended... nothing is meant seriously. Just a bit of joking between old friends)...
Weddings suck and I'm planning on eloping. After that I will return home and be drawn and quartered first by my family and then by Giles'. Who's came up with the brilliant idea of getting married? I think Elvis and a drive through is a perfectly suitable way to express your undying love and commitment to someone -- don't you agree?
The tornado that is my mother has come and gone. I've discovered her hidden talent... her ability to ask my what I would like for the wedding and then to blatantly ignore everything I suggest. The only thing I've gotten my way on is A) the wedding dress -- she wasn't here and B) shrimp cocktail. I think I only won that round because I threatened to through a fit in the middle of the reception a la ten-year-old girl. My father, as usual, communicated only via mass emails that are sent to me, Giles , my mom, aunt, uncle, a few cousins three times removed, the joint chiefs and staff and the president, just in case he decides to pop round and have a beer (which is fine -- my friends, American and English, will enjoy throwing the exceptionally expensive finger food at him. a good use for it I think ). God knows what he's doing , but I've been told it is GOOD and I should accept that.
So final verdict on parents -- they suck in so many complex and colourful ways.
So can you tell a cheap attempt at filling a paper? My professors at college would have picked that one up straight away!
But I will add one more bit of unique commentary before I shoot off for my fix of American Crime Drama (I Love it! I Love It!) I got some pic's through from my Uncle rich of some Great Horned Owl chicks nesting at Fox Run. I thought I'd include it so all you guests know what type of wildlife you will be dealing with.
P.S. This one is a BABY.
While I have lots and lots to say and do, I don't have an endless supply of time. I've been at the PC since I got home (well, there was a brief break for food and bath - was a the gym after work to rid myself of extra mommy-weight). Giles made me a "hit-list" of things to do. Andrew, my team leader, has dubbed G my "at home" team leader to keep me on track an focused. So I've had a list of tasks to complete before Law and Order at 10pm. I suppose I could skip L&O, but he's been sitting downstairs attempting to amuse himself for two hours. He tried to sneak into the office but I growled at him and chased him off. So if I really AM going to be married, I should probably spend some time with the fiancé.
I have managed to finish 99% of my tasks and write a letter to Chris. I think the letter is quite amusing so I'll share an except (adults need not be offended... nothing is meant seriously. Just a bit of joking between old friends)...
Weddings suck and I'm planning on eloping. After that I will return home and be drawn and quartered first by my family and then by Giles'. Who's came up with the brilliant idea of getting married? I think Elvis and a drive through is a perfectly suitable way to express your undying love and commitment to someone -- don't you agree?
The tornado that is my mother has come and gone. I've discovered her hidden talent... her ability to ask my what I would like for the wedding and then to blatantly ignore everything I suggest. The only thing I've gotten my way on is A) the wedding dress -- she wasn't here and B) shrimp cocktail. I think I only won that round because I threatened to through a fit in the middle of the reception a la ten-year-old girl. My father, as usual, communicated only via mass emails that are sent to me, Giles , my mom, aunt, uncle, a few cousins three times removed, the joint chiefs and staff and the president, just in case he decides to pop round and have a beer (which is fine -- my friends, American and English, will enjoy throwing the exceptionally expensive finger food at him. a good use for it I think ). God knows what he's doing , but I've been told it is GOOD and I should accept that.
So final verdict on parents -- they suck in so many complex and colourful ways.
So can you tell a cheap attempt at filling a paper? My professors at college would have picked that one up straight away!
But I will add one more bit of unique commentary before I shoot off for my fix of American Crime Drama (I Love it! I Love It!) I got some pic's through from my Uncle rich of some Great Horned Owl chicks nesting at Fox Run. I thought I'd include it so all you guests know what type of wildlife you will be dealing with.
P.S. This one is a BABY.
