It's almost noon and the deer are wandering around in the yard. It's been cloudy all weekend, so even in the middle of the day it seems like we should be getting ready for bed. The perfect lazy weather and I plan to take complete and total advantage of it. I will probably alternate reading and watching bad made-for-television movies. Yesterday's luncheon went swimmingly. We stuffed ourselves with Tex-Mex and talked ourselves silly until dark. I don't know what it is about Mexican food---the more you eat, the more you have left....it never runs out. I'm still trying to find space in my fridge for all the leftovers!
Along with my reading and television fodder, I plan to take a nice long nap today. Even the kids seem mellowed by the cloudy weather. It's beyond nice to have a day where I don't have to do a single thing for a change.
I'm going to start running on my lunch hour now that it's too dark to run when I get home. That should make it a bit easier to keep up with my training schedule. February is suddenly starting to seem much closer than I originally thought.
I have a terrible crush on this fellow. What is it with me and Italian guys from Jersey with long hair and big noses? It's a sickness, I know, but I can't help it. At least I've learned (the hard way) to admire them from afar.
I have come to the conclusion that I am one of the worst e-mail people in the world. If I owe you a reply, please don't be cross. It's so deceptive, this electronic medium. It makes me feel as if I have all the time in the world to send an instantaneous reply. I suffer from the virtual mañana syndrome.
Someone told me on Halloween that I reminded him of Joni Mitchell's Cactus Tree. I hardly know this man, so aside from the initial surprise that he even knew the song, I was a little taken aback that I would remind him of anything. I don't know whether I should be flattered or offended. I asked him what he meant and he said, "You seem like the sort of woman who many different men find themselves attracted to for many different reasons." I still don't know what to make of this. Am I this sort of woman? I never thought of myself like that. I don't even know if I would be happy to discover I am that sort of woman. And I'm not sure why.
More tattooing next week. My new frugal budget has pushed back the estimated completion date, but I'm working my way there. I love catching glimpses of my hips in the mirror now, though.
My current junk food read: Shakespearean Whodunits, Murders and Mysteries based on Shakespeare's Plays. Two great tastes that taste great together. : )
Along with my reading and television fodder, I plan to take a nice long nap today. Even the kids seem mellowed by the cloudy weather. It's beyond nice to have a day where I don't have to do a single thing for a change.
I'm going to start running on my lunch hour now that it's too dark to run when I get home. That should make it a bit easier to keep up with my training schedule. February is suddenly starting to seem much closer than I originally thought.
I have a terrible crush on this fellow. What is it with me and Italian guys from Jersey with long hair and big noses? It's a sickness, I know, but I can't help it. At least I've learned (the hard way) to admire them from afar.
I have come to the conclusion that I am one of the worst e-mail people in the world. If I owe you a reply, please don't be cross. It's so deceptive, this electronic medium. It makes me feel as if I have all the time in the world to send an instantaneous reply. I suffer from the virtual mañana syndrome.
Someone told me on Halloween that I reminded him of Joni Mitchell's Cactus Tree. I hardly know this man, so aside from the initial surprise that he even knew the song, I was a little taken aback that I would remind him of anything. I don't know whether I should be flattered or offended. I asked him what he meant and he said, "You seem like the sort of woman who many different men find themselves attracted to for many different reasons." I still don't know what to make of this. Am I this sort of woman? I never thought of myself like that. I don't even know if I would be happy to discover I am that sort of woman. And I'm not sure why.
More tattooing next week. My new frugal budget has pushed back the estimated completion date, but I'm working my way there. I love catching glimpses of my hips in the mirror now, though.
My current junk food read: Shakespearean Whodunits, Murders and Mysteries based on Shakespeare's Plays. Two great tastes that taste great together. : )
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