One more for the road

Arf!

I missed one of the topics: Grammar Police.

This is an easy one. I absolutely HATE hate HATE when someone uses "loose" instead of "lose" when referring to weight. Jesus people ... lose weight is plastered EVERYWHERE: phone poles, billboards, junk email, infomercials, newspapers, magazines, ads, fliers, etc. etc.

Playing Catch Up

I never realized how hard it is to post everyday. I mean in all reality who really posts everyday?

If you have time to post everyday - then your life is too convenient.

Whereas my life is one big cluster fuck lately.

Regardless missed topic - favorite book and why. I would say my favorite book(s) are the Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood books. I adore them. They are an easy read and crazy things happen that leave you mystified and me telling Carlo about ... "hey Carlo get this, Sookie's grandfather is a fairy!!" Fun!

Today's topic: if I had a ...

If I had a new job I could make more money and in turn be a bit more comfortable in my life.

If I had a elliptical trainer in my house I could exercise more.

If I had a million dollars I would help out people who need it.

If I had more patience I would probably understand things better.

If I had a better attitude towards some things in life I'd be better off.

If I had a better dog I'd be less stressed out.

Okay enough of that.

I am going to toss in tomorrow's topic too --- for Nov. 22 since I know I'm not going to be on here probably because I'm busy lately. When did that happen? F'ing holidays.

Topic for tomorrow: What am I most passionate about in my life right now and why?

Right now I am passionate about losing weight. I know same ol' story. I guess it bothers me when others doubt me, maybe it's my motivation when someone laughs at my goals.

I want to lose weight for obvious reasons. I know I'm always talking about it and trying. Yes I do fail. Yes I do succeed. It's going to be a life long project so get used to it.

Just so tired of people doubting me ... seriously. If you're not going to cheer someone on, and just made a snide remark, then don't say anything at all. *Steps off soap box.*

Me at 5'8 means I should weight I think 154 pounds! That's insane. I'd look too thin, however that's what science says I ought to weigh. I'll probably get there one day when I'm 80 and am dying of some illness. For now, I will settle for losing around 50 pounds. When I reach that, then I'll reevaluate and go from there.

Luckily I have been hitting the gym more and have bit the bullet and started lifting weights. Really lifting weights is intimidating. The machines look like torture machines - which in a way they are. Thankfully Carlo has helped me with them and we sometimes go to the gym together. For some reason it always makes me feel a lil warm inside whenever I catch his eye across the gym and we give each other that secret, intimate smile that only two people who love each other can give. Gives my tummy the flutters every time. Oh love!

Which would you rather get first - your peg leg or your hook?

Sorry, I didn't post yesterday. It was about .. the present? Was that the topic? The present is that I am still fighting the cold that seems to have taken residencency inside my sinuses. I'm lucky to function enough to get to work. A sinus headache is nobody's friend.

Today's Topic is "Which would you rather get first, your peg leg or your hook?

I'm unsure what horrible accident I got in to require both a peg leg or a hook ... of if I decided to become a pirate? I mean if this was in the world of "I'm a pirate" and say I'm fighting, I think I'd rather get my hand cut off ... at least I have legs to run away on. You can only hold a sword in one hand, so I'm golden still.

The same goes for today - if I were to lose both in an accident, I'm prefer to lose my hand/arm. Because I can walk. I think this stems from my numerous falling accidents where I've sprained my ankle and the shitacular limping and slow movements. >:( I'm a gemini so I'm a mover and a shaker. I hate being tied down.

A haiku

Insomnia my lover.
You never tire.
I cannot keep up with you.

*clap clap clap*
Thank you.

This was inspired by my dog waking me up at 4:30am and not being able to get back to sleep. Though not sure if tire works ... but the dictionary says that tire is a trans. of "tire of" ... so that works. Ah ... just go with it. ;)

Hair color, tile and nesting

I have a three part blog today:

A. The topic today is about hair color. Again, I read it this morning, closed the email and now am doing what I remember the topic to be. So if it's wrong, I apologize. If I could have any hair color, I would want my own. My real hair color has been lost for some time now. With coloring, the sun bleaching it and highlights, I really need to get back to my roots so to say. I know I began life with black hair as a baby, then that fell out and turned blonde and now that I'm older it's turning brown. I think it's a chestnut color - brown with a hint of red. I am attempting to regain control of my hair dying habits ... I range in brown, red and blonde. Never dyed it black, currently it's "mahogany" which is too red for my taste, but is slowly washing out and my roots aren't showing ... so perhaps it's the closest I've ever come to my real color.

B. Boy that was a long one, sorry. It's just hair I know! Okay I realized today two things as I was mopping the floor the first (B) is that I have a phobia about walking barefoot on tile floors. I seriously JUST realized this. I recalled last night feeling icky because I was cooking and walking around the kitchen barefoot. I usually wear slippers, but wasn't. I seem to think all tile floors are dirty - I think this is due to my mom and her neat-freak nature. I remember my mom yelling at me whenever we were - for instance - at an indoor swimming pool where I'd have to wear shoes out to the pool and then take them off and jump in. Other kids would walk out barefoot. But not me. Insane!

C. This leads me to my next realization - mind you this was happening all while I was mopping the kitchen floor ... I realized that I'd gotten up at 7am washed two loads of clothes, mopped the bathroom floor and the spare bedroom floor, cleaned out the bathroom sink/toliet and taken out the trash ... now I was mopping. In my mom's terms, I am "nesting."

I'm not sure if your mom has ever told you this when you've had a burst of unknown energy to put things away and clean them. My mom says whenever you're about to get your time of the month (ladies) that you "nest" by putting everything away/cleaning so everything will be done when that lovely time of the month comes - hence you don't have to worry about it. This term is normally used for pregnant women (I'm not), but I think my mom uses it universally since I've been told that I "nest" ever since I was 17 years old. I've always hated the term, but it always pops in my mind whenever I have a cleaning frenzy.

Time to go switch the clothes around ... make breakfast, dust, vacuum, go to the grocery store ... the list goes on.

5 Ways To Lose A Fight

Excuse my curse ... but fuck me! Why do I keep getting these topics wrong? I guess because I read the email at night, and then the next day I do what I thought the topic was. Hence my Health care and Health Bars - post that should've been Health care and HEATH bars! Now it's the cause(s) close to my heart ... I thought was "close to my heart."

I'm a #$$uck head. I guess it's the fact that my cold has come back and I have been especially sassy, grumpy and down right blah the past week or two.

Aaahhh!

REGARDLESS . This time I got the f'ing topic right! Ah ha!

On a side note: I also am curious why today I am cursing like a sailor ... I went to Carlo's parents house and was down right nutty with my cursing. When his Mom asked why the place that Carlo interviewed at hasn't called him back yet, I said quite tartly "because they are assholes." She just looked at me. Ah ... sorry? Wait, no I'm not, cursing is freedom of speech biotches! But not lady-like. So yeah, I'll try to curb it...sorry.

I digress ....

The TOPIC for today is 5 ways to lose a fight.

This is easy!

1. Don't listen

2. Don't care

3. Ridicule the person

4. Be close minded

5. Be Carlo Labriola

Done and done.

Close to my heart

It's Halloween, but it also is a look into our madness.

Two things that are close to my heart: Carlo & Roscoe.