Fat fat fat

No, I'm not talking about myself and how I feel today. I am actually speaking of the HUGE pot belly pig I saw on my way home that made me smile and giggle. Driving home, see a woman in her yard with a relatively long & thick lead, that is attached to a big blob. 2nd glance showed that the big blob was in fact a HUGE pot belly pig.

My thought for the day. At least I'm not a pig.

No whining allowed

Well, it seems to be Sunday again. After having put in almost 80 hours last week, do I need to tell anyone that I really am not feeling particularly motivated to do diddly? Needless to say, I did go out and weed my teeny little garden that we're going to destroy in the matter or weeks. Yup, spent HOURS removing all the rock that some freakin' genius thought would be a great idea to put in a garden. And no, not my idea of a rock garden, more my idea of a pain in the hinder. Anywho, hours I spent. Then I spent a whole lot less hours planting flowers and some bushes, diligently watered and fed them so they wouldn't die when we were having a bad drought and our grass was dead (well, the grass that wasn't getting watered when I watered my garden that is!). Then I found out, rather, was told, that my dear husband wants to move the driveway so it curves a bit more. No big deal, except moving the driveway so it curves a bit more, puts it right smack dab in the middle of my garden. So...bye bye garden. However, I do win because now we're going to hire someone to come in and design a garden for us with a waterfall for the front yard, then we'll do the work. There are some benefits for having an anal husband, at least I know it'll look nice if we follow the plan!

When I was out weeding my teeny little garden, my ever so loving kitten felt it necessary to run and pounce on me multiple times. The fact that he didn't die in one of the multiple times he found himself flying off my various limbs, is a minor miracle.

Speaking of the kitten, he has decided he loves to play in the barn at night and will just take off sometime after supper and go play for the night. He'll appear when I call him the next morning when the dog goes out, happy as a, well, a kitten. When he's cute, he's sweet, but when he's naughty, he's naughty.

One last thought. I have been wracking my brain to come up with something to wear to the wedding over in N.C. in September, do you think anyone would mind if I go naked since I can't seem to find anything???

My husband burst my bubble about this whole clawfoot bathtub thing, but I think it was wishful thinking and a whole lot of ignorance on my part as well. Apparently it needs to be sandblasted first, then a layer of whatever, then I can paint it. Needless to say, I can't sandblast. So...landscaping comes first, 2nd floor bath to completion next year. Boohoo.

Bigger boohoo...it's bedtime and I can't find my kitty. I went outside to lock up, close the garage door, and he's nowhere to be found. So I've got the garage door open a bit in the hopes that he returns by am, and that I can remember to get up and close said garage door before my husband leaves in the morning. Sooo, keep your fingers crossed that my kitty comes home in one piece, I'll be awfully said if he disappeared.

Lazy days

It's Sunday, it's raining and it's just going to be one of those days in which I catch up on bills and FINALLY file all the paperwork from...May. I know, that's horrible. You should see our office. It is not as bad as some I've seen, but definately not up to my expectations. So that is todays project. When my husband returns home from work, he'll have his own list of crud to get done (ie. fix the toilet paper holder that fell off in the spare bathroom, hang the curtains in one of the spare bedrooms...). He'll be so excited. =)

I found an article on a magazine on how to re-do the clawfoot bathtub so I'm pretty excited about that. Now I just need to pick the color, get the stuff and wait for a day that it's not windy, the fields aren't being combined and go to it. Bear in mind, this bathtub weighs a ton, multiple hundreds of pounds so it's not like I can have the guys just carry it into the house for me. In fact, I'm not exactly sure how we'll get it into the house if I do finish it. Valid thought, I better check with my spouse on that one! Why waste my time if they now can't get it into the house without destroying my house???

Dumb girl

Ok, so sometimes I have great ideas, and sometimes, well not so much. I bought an IPod last weekend. And well, since I was so busy at work, didn't have time to mess with it duringthe week. So instead of having a computer free wkend, here I am, messing with my freakin' IPod and getting a playlist together for workouts. Oh, and because that wasn't taking enough of my time, I thought I'd post. Yup, pretty brilliant I say!

Computers

We're in the process of switching computer programs at work. And for those of you who may not have an idea of what kind of HUGE undertaking this is, let me tell you. It's a royal pain in the butt. And I'm on the receiving end of the training, not on the development/planning committee. I am however, a "superuser", which basically means I'll be support to all the staff once we're "live". Which to 30+ some odd employees means their life line. Which to me, means I best know my crap. Period. And after spending 8 hrs a day for 5 days, I better know my crap. Carpal tunnel is not a friend of 8 hrs of STRAIGHT computer training, it does not like it at all. It doesn't typically like the intermittent 6+ hours, but is HATING it's present interaction. Or rather, maybe it would be more appropriate to say that Carpal tunnel is loving it, my wrist and hand is not. So I will be incredibly happy when Friday 1700 rolls around. So I can spend 48 glorious hours without touching, looking at, or keying a freakin' computer.

Why

I'm not so certain why I felt it necessary to start a blog again, but I felt compelled to do so. Let's see how long this lasts for! I'm thinking not very!!! However, I'll use this as one of my "for me" items. I've decided that I do a lot for others, and while I'm not a mom, I need 'me' time. And I'm trying to designate a portion of every day to 'me'. And while it may only be a few minutes, or a workout or whatnot, those few minutes are very much, all about me!