Saturday Goals & Results

Goals for Saturday:

  1. Do not get sucked into Facebookland.
  2. Try not to expel a lung during a coughing fit. (Summer colds are a b*tch.)
  3. Balance checkbook without weeping.
  4. Do not open the cupboards that contain chips and chocolate. Vive la résistance!
  5. Exercise. “But it BURNS MY LEGS.” Do it anyway. Embrace the pain, weeble wobble.
  6. Meditate without falling asleep.
  7. Fold laundry today and not after pushing the “fluff” button for five days.
  8. Work on outline for novel. Your characters are anxious. And you’re getting old.


I failed at #1 before noon but managed to not take the quiz to find out which animal is my other half, so I consider that a partial success.

Both lungs are secure within their proper cavities, although I think I felt chunks of lung tissue exit my body during a coughing fit. Gross, I know.

Finances balanced with two dry eyes. In fact, I had a moment of gratitude. I’m able to pay my bills, which is something that many people cannot do. I would like to see more $$ flowing into my account, I’m not gonna lie.

I’m trying not to think about #4 because if I do, my eyes drift over to the kitchen cupboards…

Shift Shop Saturday workouts completed. That makes week one done. This stuff isn’t easy, either. Solid workouts with a strict meal plan. However, since I needed something to jolt me out of my stupor, I am focused and dedicated. Meals are on-point with no cheats and workouts are done, even while sick. Because I want to be nothing less than a badass. And, you know, fit back into my awesome, currently too-small wardrobe.

I fell asleep. A little. I mean, I had a hypnic jerk and then forced myself to get up, so that’s a pretty good indicator that I fell asleep.

All laundry is done with zero fluff cycles. I feel so grown up right now.

Outline? My favorite place to spread my wings and my note cards:


Excellent Saturday, y’all.






Tuesday Tidbits

Until two hours ago, I thought today was Wednesday.  Balls.

Yesterday was International Silly Walk Day.  As one who adores Monty Python, how did I not know this?

Every time I say “spontaneous bacterial pneumonitis” aloud, I do so in the voice of Sean Connery.  I can’t help myself.

I stepped on the scale today for the first time since the beginning of October.  I have gained a significant amount of weight.  I am 5’2″.  Five extra pounds is a bitch on my ass.  Double that and add two.  Yes, I injured my knee and was unable to work out for a while.  And yes, I was basically sick and without willpower for the entire month of December.  Effing DECEMBER with all the chocolates and drinks and ridiculous goodies around every corner.  Still inexcusable.  However, I started back into my normal routine two weeks ago and I’ve been tracking my food and beverage intake.  Yikes.  But yay.  My clothes are looser.  I have more energy.  I feel great.  I guess that’s all that should really matter.  Should, but doesn’t.  I am nearing forty and I want to look hot.  Vain?  Petty?  Perhaps.  Maybe it’s because I’m actually looking– as in really looking— at the opposite sex again.  I am ready for more, therefore I have to be ready for more.  You know exactly what I’m saying.

Speaking of which, I wore a snazzy, flouncy skirt with black hose and high heels today.  I hate hose.  My legs love them.  Even my stubs looked longer and leaner.  I dare say that I even received compliments and *gasp* the ol’ glance-over-the-shoulder-as-you-walk-away from a trio of lovely administrators from out of town.  Hello, darlings. Ego boost.

I’m rescuing a bird this weekend.  A cockatiel name Luna.  She was headed for birdie heaven at a mere 3 years of age.  I couldn’t see that happen, especially since there’s nothing wrong with her.  I had a cockatiel when I was in high school.  I taught it to whistle and dance and say his name over and over and over.  He kissed his mirror all the time, the narcissistic creature.  We’ll see how Luna takes to Maya.  The real trick is… where to put a bird in my minuscule apartment.

Another “speaking of which,” plans are in motion for me to move April 1st.  I would then have plenty of room for Luna.  Fingers crossed.

Unless I win the HGTV Dream Home.  Then I’m moving to South Carolina.

Maya has chewed up the armrests on my glider and jacked up the footstool.  It’s not fancy-schmancy, but it’s a nice leather-like set and super comfy.  I don’t know if I can fix them.  She is worse than a puppy.  And yes- she has peed and pooped on the carpet.  Lucky me.

My eyes are burning.

I started revising a script tonight.  It felt good.  Really good.  It’s starting to feel solid.  Something I can be proud of.

I believe things are falling into place.

random bits

I made eggplant parmesan for the first time ever tonight.  Josh went back for thirds, so I assume it was pretty good, although Maya didn’t touch it.  She ate cheese.  That’s it.  Cheese and milk tonight.  Unusual for her.  The girl is going to have some bones of steel.

It bothers me that people can tweet a thousand times and post updates galore to Facebook, yet they’re “too busy” to see how their kids are doing.  Whatever.

Rewrites are a bitch. 

I would love some ice cream right now.  Preferrably something absurdly fattening and nearly too rich to eat.  The closest thing I have is an ice cube.  I have a feeling that won’t suffice.

My body keeps thinking the time is 1am and it wants to crash.  My mind wants to stay up later. 

Yawn….  Maybe not.  Mind is coming around to body’s frame of… er, mind.

I would like August to be finished.  Let’s get into September so that we’re one month closer to winter.  My body no likey this heat.