COLD
Was going to write about Wonders and Valentine’s but I am sick again, which hardly seems fair since I was JUST sick a week and a half ago, so it’s going to have to wait a day, at least. Ugh. Carry on.
Was going to write about Wonders and Valentine’s but I am sick again, which hardly seems fair since I was JUST sick a week and a half ago, so it’s going to have to wait a day, at least. Ugh. Carry on.
It’s that time of year again: book voting time! I just checked and it was actually all the way back in November 2014 that we lasted voted on a “year’s worth” of books for the AWC book group. And we’re not actually done with those books…we still have two to read and discuss, one in early March and one in mid-April (stupid Satanic Verses, which I didn’t vote for and hated and was really aggravated that it got voted in and guess what, I am hosting that one. And I refuse to read it again. So there). Once again we...
Spending my weekend being sick was not in the plans. I stayed home from work yesterday with a sore throat, fever, aches and chills. UGH. And I’ve now depleted my supply of Advil substantially as it is the only thing that made a significant difference to my symptoms. Twice I had chills so bad that I actually thought my neck and back were spasming. I had things to do this weekend and none of them are getting done as I have no stamina and keep having to go lie down for what I think is just a quick rest and...
I don’t feel like writing. I don’t feel like talking. I’m grumpy and pissed, mostly at myself. For a long time, I’ve been needing to get motivated about my weight. I walk for a few days and then I slack off. I try to eat less or better and then I slack off. I can’t look myself in the eyes in the mirror anymore. I know the consequences and yet I continue to act as if they don’t exist. And it’s not like I haven’t been here before. It’s not like I haven’t been through this over and over. I’ve...
Photos of starving polar bears and dead, starved polar bears are making my heart hurt. What the hell, humans?? I am feeling discouraged about certain things and certain people. I don’t (yet) know exactly what to do about them. One of the people is me. Some days I feel like the last blogger. Facebook killed blogging. Snapchat has nailed its coffin shut. Thank goodness for June. Maybe I need to take a class. An art class or something. Maybe I just need to get over myself (which is what I can hear my brother saying). I would think that what...
Just like our vacation, which had both good (traveling, sightseeing, relaxing) and bad (John in the hospital) elements, this weekend was the same. My mom called Thursday with the news that my Aunt Kathie had passed away. She was diagnosed at the end of March with an aggressive brain tumor. Even knowing the outcome, I still wasn’t expecting it to happen so fast. I guess if you have to go, fast is the way to do it, but UGH. Cancer sucks. The visitation was yesterday and the funeral today. I was very sad that there was no way I could...
I live too far away from my first family. My husband is gone all week. I’m in the middle of a class-A freakout about US tax and bank reports. Yes, again, it happens every year and every year it gets worse. My boss asked me if I’d like to go to the States for a couple of days but it’s right in the middle of the Swedish vacation period and I don’t know if we can make it work, and it might be my only chance this year. Martin and I just had a fight about driving. We’re out of...
Ever since we moved to Sweden, I have had a couple of boxes of old clothes in the back of the closet. Because I got pregnant almost right away after we moved here and gained a lot of weight with both pregnancies and have never really gotten it off, I have never been able to once again wear the clothes that are in the boxes. Several years ago, my friend Debbie, who is as good as my sister at helping others to clear out clutter, went through the boxes with me, and I managed to pare down the boxes to...
Spring is here, it’s here, it’s here! Finally. It’s warming, it’s greening, it’s blooming and it’s blowing…pollen. Straight into my eyes. I can admire the new buds through my red, itching slits of vision. But the sky is blue, the clouds are huge and white and puffy, the sun is warm and there’s no going back. It’s Easter weekend, a long weekend, the first of the long weekends of the spring season. I am psyched, even though I worked longer than I should have yesterday on what was supposed to be a half-day and even worked about half an hour...
It’s been a crap week so far, and it’s only Tuesday. I’ve had it up to here with certain things and I honestly feel like I’m at the snapping point daily, at work. URGH. Just thanks to human nature, and you’d think I’d be used to it by now, but instead I feel like it’s having the opposite effect: I am LESS tolerant of such things than I used to be. And I apologize for being cryptic, but you just never know who is reading. ANYWAY. It was supposed to be sunny all week and yesterday was absolutely gorgeous. But...