I Could Use Some Turbo Lovin'
Friday, Apr. 18, 2008 at 8:25 a.m.
Well, the scale went a little haywire at my weigh-in last night, but I’m not going to worry about. Sometimes the scale goes up a little. It just means that I have to re-examine what it is I’m doing and make sure I’m doing things properly. There is no failure, only feedback!
Cripes, that just sounded so . . . 12 step-ish, ne? I suppose that Weight Watchers is in sort of the same category, but affirmations just make me gag most of the time. I’d rather be snarky and somewhat sullen. Anyway, we got our tax return back so hopefully we’ll be making the big purchase of our new TV soon. I’m also trying to sock money away for a Wii for the Hubster, and I can’t decide if it’ll be for Christmas or our Anniversary (5 years this year! Can you believe it??) and yes, I do think about Christmas this early. I’m thinking about next year’s Christmas before Christmas day is even over. I’m so . . . what’s the word? Swotty would probably work.
In other news, it appears that my father will be avoiding radiation treatment but will have to undergo a round of chemo, and I don’t think Mom quite realizes how sick it may make Dad. Coupled with the fact that if Dad does get very sick because of the chemo, his Alzheimer’s won’t make it possible for him to understand why exactly he is so sick. He’ll probably just make the connection that chemo=puking, and that may make him belligerent about taking treatment. Sigh. I’ve warned Hubster that I’ll have to make a trip at some point this summer. Oh well.
Okay, if your nose itches a lot, doesn’t that mean you’re supposed to be kissing a fool in the near future? Gads, I hope it’s not S over in the next cube. He gives spoiled brat with an overindulged sense of entitlement a whole new meaning. He won tickets to the Oprah show that featured Mariah Carey (and this boy doesn’t want to look like Mariah, I think he wants to be Mariah) and so he demanded that day off from work to fly to Chi-town. Well, A, the current boss (as D, the PABB is still on medical leave) said that due to the schedule, he may not be able to have that day off. Guess what S replied?
”You’re crushing my dreams!”
Oh god, I wish I were kidding. He’s like one of those girls on My Super Sweet Sixteen, but more like the little sister of one of those girls who’s seeing what big sis is getting and is plotting her own bigger and better bash. My sweet sixteen party was with my immediate family and I remember that I got an Opus™ plush doll that was holding a heart that said “Penguin Lust”. I think I still have that Opus. Maybe. I know I have the Ewok™ still.
Maybe I should do some work and be productive today. Nah. Hopefully I won’t be asked to accomplish this today:
Hope springs eternal . . .