Remember my mood? Well, now it's mood and headache and belly grumbles. My MONTHLY -- duh!! I've only had it for 39 years so it's understandable that I didn't see this coming. Not here YET, but it's on the way. Pretty please hold off until Sunday afternoon. But that explains my irritation with LIFE in general and my desire to STUFF MY FACE.
I reluctantly made it to the going away party last night. I fought pajama urge super hard. It was catered with all cream based pasta dishes so I passed on the food. About half the group stopped by for a quick goodbye and didn't stay long -- I wasn't the first party-pooper to leave. (When you live in an older neighborhood, "nighttime" is subjective LOL.) Hubby bagged on the night completely.
Painted mirror pickup is now Monday. She forgot to text me back and then it was too late with Friday rush hour. Opened the PB mirrors and one is hung. Waiting on lifting help from the kids for the other. All 3 mirror pictures soon -- I guess I like mirrors.
Did I mention I'm doing a box of Crest White Strips? Oh, how I hate them. Sensitivity, gag worthy gel. But coffee, tea and red wine mean I get to suffer through 14 days (once or twice a year). I have 3 left. Woo hoo! My teeth aren't naturally super white, but the strips definitely take off the yellow staining.
I'm on the fence about my workout this morning. I want to run outside to get a good heart rate and sweat going, but my leg is feeling crappy. Of course, it often feels crappy without running too. It's going to be a last minute decision once I move around a little. If not, a quick T Mac Fitness 20 on YouTube -- I boxed yesterday.
Youngest got me a swag shirt from his new company. Thinking of his mom -- sweet boy.
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I'm rambling because, as usual, I'm "nervous" about the trip. I'd love someone to tell me why this happens every time, every trip -- all my life. I'm sitting here reminding myself it's 2 hours away, easy drive, with family, etc, etc, etc. Yet I'm thinking about what-ifs. What if my monthly is early? What if I get stomach issues from the Indian food? What if the basement is filled with spiders? What if they don't have the a/c on? What if -- to death. (And it has me breathing hard over the BIG trip in a couple of weeks -- that the real deal nerves.)
I'll have a good time once I get there ... but the getting there is tough. I want to crawl back into bed right now -- cancel the trip -- live in my certainty.
Weather update ... 75 in Atlanta, 90 in Chattanooga. God hates me -- just kidding, but REALY?!? What are the chances of this luck -- apparently, 100% (!!) PMS is all over this situation and I'll be complaining all day LOL. Sorry family. It's not my fault :)
Oh, I finished The Great Alone (Kristin Hannah). It read very quickly and was good until the very end. Worth the read, but the ending was over-the-top, out of place and didn't fit at all with the rest of the book. Seems like she needed to wrap it up quickly and gave the characters "big" endings.
I've rambled long enough -- got to get rolling. Have a great weekend. Back on Monday for a recap, pictures and sleep in my own bed -- can't wait. Later gators.
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