Maybe . . .

I might be able to visit San Antonio this Friday. I hate to sound too definite since I always jinx myself, but it sounds like a good possibility. Get some Tex-Mex, visit the fam, maybe have coffee with H . . . Should be a good time, but too brief, as usual.

I might be able to finish the 100 Things About Me post I'm planning. I'm in the 80s now. I think I was planning to procrastinate on that a bit, but I realized I've been doing that for way too long. Some of the stuff I had earlier on the list wasn't even accurate anymore. So I'm gonna give it another go . . .

I might be able to work on some art soon. C bought me a craft armoire for my art and jewelry goodies, so I can have a place to work and a place to store (and lock up) my art supplies when I need E to stay out. I've been having creative ideas, too, lately, so I'd like to follow up on that. I know it sounds boring to post that I've been having ideas, but with the bipolar meds, that is really an accomplishment. A huge turning point, since the meds dull creative reflexes I've been honing for so many years. A part of me has been missing since therapy, and now I might be getting back the only part of the "old" me that I really missed. Good news for me . . .

I might . . .

Have some more stuff to write about later. I guess I have to get the E-man to bed. He didn't nap, and we had a shopping expedition with his piggy bank money today, so he's especially tired and fussy. So I guess it's night-night time. I'm pretty tired, too, since I spent a good hour vacuuming today. I'm pretty hard-core about the vacuum, too. I treat it like a workout, get my weight gloves on so I can vacuum without worrying about pain, and then I even dig through those nasty rollers with my bare hands to dig out the carpet fuzz and other creepies. It takes a while. But I have a clean house, too. So I guess the routine is worth it. Payoffs everywhere! :)

Well, take care, and come back again!

R

Success!

I almost don't believe it, but I reached a milestone today. Finally, after working so hard at it over the years, I lost 10 percent of my body weight! That means, in Weight Watchers terms, I got my key chain! :) WooHoo! I didn't think I'd be able to lose weight, first of all, but to reach this goal so soon into the program is an even bigger shock for me. I am thrilled, just thrilled. And I got it in front of my supportive group with my sweet group leader--it was nice.

E had a checkup today at the doctor, and then we did some brief shopping. An otherwise uneventful day. I do have to share a toddler-ism I just heard today: Trying to say, "Easter Egg Hunt," my son told me he wanted to share in an, "Easter cunt." Hmm. Not sure they have that. Made me blush, if you can imagine!

Night-night. I really need to rest up for tomorrow. Groceries, a boy's hair cut, and an immunization shot are to follow. Take care, and de-lurk, if possible. I'm getting lonely! :)

R

Is it just me?

Or do other people out there really enjoy making up new words? I tend to do it a lot, so I guess I must really enjoy it. It's a lot more fun now, too, since my son has developed enough of a vocabulary to know what I'm talking about.

The other day, I was a little goofy, and I tried to tell E about it. I had been doing stupid things, like going over to the dishwasher to get a cup out, then opening the cabinet next to it instead . . . Things like that. Then I'd look in the cabinet wondering why the trash was there and not the dishes . . . So I told E I was a bit goofy. Then I said I would get better, "I'll de-goof-ify," I told him. He started laughing, then I asked him, "Is that a word?"

He actually said, "No," my little 3-year-old, and smiled.

"Oh," I said. Smart boy. Like when I was teaching him shapes and he had learned the octagon. We had associated it with a stop sign, so I was joking and told him it was a "stopagon". He laughed, knowing fully that it was not a "stopagon" at all! I can't fool that boy, even though he's so young.

So, there, you just learned something new about me. Oh, and there's more . . . Much more . . .

:)
R

TGIS

I tell ya, yesterday I had a terrifying moment where I thought it was Thursday. ACK! C didn't help at all, he told me today would be Friday and let me sulk for a while before he admitted it would be Saturday. I was too tired yesterday to even know what day it was. I had done tons of laundry, washed and folded, picked up toys, made the beds, washed dishes, etc. I was exhausted. The only thing that got me through it all was thinking, "Tomorrow is Saturday, tomorrow is Saturday." When I thought it wasn't, I got really bummed. But obviously today is Saturday after all.

We didn't do much, but we did go to Chick-Fil-A for lunch, where I met a mom of a 3-year-old who was also new to the area. She gave me lots of ideas for places to go with E, even her phone number so we could get together. One of the best ideas, I thought, that she told me about was a preschool craft class at Michael's that's only 2 bucks, including supplies. That's right up my alley, I tell ya. And I'd love to get E interested in art. It's something that he and I could enjoy together. Sounds like fun.

Then we went grocery shopping, came home, and I crashed for a long nap. My dog slept by my side, something that always makes me feel extra cozy, and also makes it extra hard to get up. C finally woke me, and said it was getting late. Then we put some more knobs on our cabinets and ate dinner. Well, sort of. I just ate a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, a Weight Watchers ice cream bar, and a small WW chocolate cake. I guess I just felt like having sweets or something. So that's what I ate. Stuck to my points nonetheless.

Well, as far as events, this weekend was slow. But I've still been feeling like I want something, but I don't know what it is. I also feel like something is wrong that hasn't been diagnosed. Two feelings that have been leaving me feeling distracted and preoccupied. Perhaps I'll go to my doctor before my next appointment, just for some peace of mind. I don't know if I can take it much longer, knowing there is a diagnosis to be made . . . I guess. I guess something is wrong. I don't know. But I feel like I know for sure that there is something. Doctors always make me feel like a hypochondriac or a worrier, which drives me nuts. I've been right before, when they've all been wrong. I guess I'm not looking forward to the possibility of an all-out battle over my health care. I've been there, and it took a lot out of me physically and mentally. I formed a lot of my opinions about doctors and the medical community during that ordeal. I'm sure a lot of people out there know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, guess I'll go take my meds and do some reading or something. Try to relax. Take care, all, and I'll be back soon for more mindless babbling.

Laters,
R

Belated 24 Post

Yeah, I love 24. It's one of my favorite tv shows and I try not to miss it, even though at times plots are recycled and there are bouts of idiocy. It's still a fun show to watch, even interact with in my living room.

Now and then, there are implausible scenarios, even in the world of tv. Such as, no way in the world would a real counter-terrorist organization allow a person to interrogate their own sibling. Unlikely. Very unlikely. And my hubby and I know by now that "interrogation" kit really means "torture" kit. Kind of funny in a fictional kind of way. Anytime someone needs information, hubby and I start shouting, "Torture him!" from our sofa. But it makes for good drama.

And the double-crossing begins. I guess, for your own sake, if you haven't watched and I start posting about 24, you might want to read later to avoid spoilers. If you don't care, go ahead and read. Or whatever.

Ugh. I guess I'd better try to slip in a nap before my Weight Watchers meeting. I should always take advantage of those moments when my toddler is actually asleep.

I haven't been sleeping well lately. Might be that the air is dryer in this part of the state. (Texas) My sinuses are unhappy. But I need a nap, so I'm gonna take advantage of this rare opportunity.

Laters again,
R