I’m drawing a blank as to what to blog about tonight. I’ve literally been thinking about it all day long and nothing is there. Natta. Zilch. Empty.
So, I’m just gonna ramble on what’s all going through my head right now.
Can’t believe I’ll have a Senior starting Monday. I do believe that when I come out of denial, I’m going to need therapy…or medication.
I’m counting calories again. Why can’t I eat like a pig and not gain weight? I mean really, what’s that all about?! Yes, I said eat like a pig. I’m hungry all the time. I think it’s probably a good thing meaning my metabolism is probably up, but I suppose I’m still not burning enough calories to keep up with what all I’m putting in my mouth. :/
Clark and I are home alone. Again. I wonder just how often I’ll continue to say that because I have a feeling it’s only going to get worse.
I booked a cruise to the Caribbean today. Yeah, wow! It probably deserves its own post, but I told you I have writers block and honestly have no idea what to say about it. I am beyond excited. It’s just for the hubby and me. We were married 20 years this year ya know and have never, ever done anything like this before. And when Shelby asks “what about us?” I say to that “I dunno….you’re never home anyway”. She didn’t really appreciate that.
We ran today. A quick run trying to outrun the approaching thunderstorm. So my thoughts were to run a short two miles, but run it fast. Really? That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all century. Note to self: “You cannot run fast!” I’m really ticked about it. I ran the first mile at 10:08 and had to walk 1/2 the way back. Do I want to run fast and not far or slower and longer. I prefer the latter and would really like to increase my mileage so I supposed it’s “slow and steady wins the race” from now on. Poo. Suck it up and get over it.
I slept on a new pillow last night. And I’m sure most of you don’t know me well enough to know that I am extremely picky about my pillow. Weird picky okay? But I’ve had a crick in my neck and shoulder this week and Clark blames it on the fact that my pillow is so high that my chin rests on my chest and that could be making the crick worse. Whatever, but I gave in and tried sleeping on the funny shaped pillow anyway. I don’t know the official name of it, but I thought I was gonna choke to death on my own tongue last night. My forehead was lower than my chin and jaw. Who can sleep like that? But my crick was better this morning. Hate it when the husband is right. But don’t tell him I said that.
That’s it. I think I’ve covered it all. For now anyway. I’m going to eat a Dannon Greek Yogurt with strawberry on the bottom. Woohoo for strawberry ’cause I’m used to only eating the blueberry! I’m sure I’ll soon be taking a picture of it.
Now, what am I going to blog about tomorrow?
Happy Hump Day.