Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Tonight I pick up a sleep machine to determine if I have a serious case of apnea or just a mild one. Doc says it sounds serious. Bf keeps "saving my life" in the night, and I have a wicked case of dry mouth. We shall see...
Oh! Also, this is the 600th post. Wow!
Monday, September 22, 2014
But it's not all bad... my bras are fitting better, and now it turns out some of them do nothing at all! They're not exactly free-floating in the cups, but were all stretched out and I didn't notice because of superfluous flesh. Adios, bras! Bf was amazed and dismayed:
"You'll be down to a C in no time!"
"Don't worry babe... I still have to work my way down to a double D."
*sigh of relief*
And Sunday morning, when I pulled on my favorite long-sleeved gray tee and raggedy black jeans, the jeans had room in the crotch and thighs and the t-shirt actually bagged! (When before it skimmed.)
"I'm ready! Let's go!"
"Omg. I've never seen you look so homeless before." (He is used to seeing me in dresses and glammed up. I like to glam up!)
*sigh* "I'll change the top..."
So all in all, my body is changing, and my skin is improving, and it's all pretty good. (Did you know, skin regenerates every 35 days?) Bf can hold me closer, I can snuggle right in there, and I don't have to eat and prepare as much food. On the other hand, my eye makeup consumption seems to have increased. Lol! Hey, I gotta be heavy-handed somewhere, right...? ;)
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
In the past, I never wanted to think of myself or accept that I was “on a diet”, which caused me to always tell myself I was on “a new way of eating”. This time if it came up, I simply came right out and said I was dieting, and that’s actually been a lot easier than I thought it would. I have the support of friends and loved ones, and although it’s gonna be a long-ass journey (hopefully turning into a short-ass journey, haha) I think this one will be ok… as long as I make it fun.
What’s more, this is a good thing to remember in all life, not just in dieting. So here goes… when we meet along the way, let’s give each other a great big hug! Ok? See you then!
Two weeks ago I started Weight Watchers (Simple Start), because I really need to lose poundage, and it had finally gotten to that point. This time feels different though, because I actually LIKE the way I look, and finally understand my body and what looks good on it. So I figure, I will still like my face and form having lost some weight also. (If I go from fat-pretty into ugly-skinny I will be pissed, though. Just saying. Ahem.)
But this post isn’t about reasons for losing, it’s about what feels good after having been dieting for two weeks! Nine pounds of lumpy butter (that’s Twinkie, teehee) gone! YAAAY!
So here’s what I love, or what has relieved or pleased me about this diet:
- Not being dependent on processed sugar (i.e. candy) to feel good. In my heart of hearts I know I will always like candy, but it’s freeing to not constantly be craving sweets. I found myself even reducing my use of Splenda and other fake sweeteners.
- Bras fitting better. My ten pounds of sugar in a five-pound bag has already been reduced to about six pounds in that bag. Hahaha!
- No huffing and puffing when rubbing my tootsies for an extended period of time. I love foot rubs, and it’s a lot easier when you can reach them without throwing yourself off balance.
- Much-improved sleep. Less walrus-like snoring!
- GREATLY-improved wakeability! Not late to work once while on the diet!
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
How about that moment when you accept a cool new connection on LinkedIn and it immediately suggests numerous more possibilities based on email addresses… 11 of which are ex-boyfriends or men you’ve dated, whom you no longer wish to be reminded of.
Thanks but no thanks, LinkedIn, for making me relive these unwanted memories of gibbering fools! You are such an asshole. There's a reason why I relegated them to "Z" status...
Saturday, February 22, 2014
So I decided to whip up a sleep/relaxation mask and matching heating/cooling pad for someone who deserves a little giftie, as a sweet surprise for them. I was going to attach a note to the pad stating, "I'll make you feel better!" Cute, yes? (I know. :) )
I bought some very soft material, cut a decent pattern, and started sewing, but not before I mixed up a cup of jasmine rice with dried peppermint leaves and a couple of drops of peppermint essential oil. It smelled divine to me! Unfortunately, it also smelled divine to the cats, because Butchie muscled his way over as I was sewing and attempted to stick his nose into the project! Too dangerisk! I had to lock him in the bathroom.
I was using a complicated stitch in contrasting thread (red on black) and had already practiced using the crissy-crossy shears (I forget what they are called) for a pretty edge. I told myself to leave plenty of room for the rice mixture. I left just barely enough... and then I realized I didn't have a funnel. Crap.
I fashioned one from paper, then another longer one and managed to get the rice in. YAY! Then I started sewing again... but I hadn't matched up the stitch as well as I thought. No biggie. I'll just go around again. It'll look cool.
So I thought things were going as well as planned considering I didn't have a plan at all until I broke the needle on a piece of wayward rice... with half an inch to go to complete the mask. Know what? That's enough sewing adventures for tonight.
It's ok -- this was just a practice run, right? Good thing I have plenty of fabric...
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
In last night's dream I was either stealing bags of Q-tips or correcting bags of Q-tips. I know. Correcting them? Ha!
But in these product bags, each large bag of Q-tips consisted of three smaller bags of Q-tips (real ones, not the cheap ones. And I know the real ones don't come in a bag. Just work with me.)
But some bags had three bags and some had four and they were overstuffed. But I probably should have been putting them into some kind of work-related basket, not greedily filling up my arms with them, right? Although I was wearing some kind of uniform (not a Target one, but like a Target one. NOT Walmart.) The aisles were wide and clean though, like Target. And almost everything was white. Was it heaven? I'll never know.
What did I need all those Q-tips for, anyway? I've finally gotten over my "loading up on deodorant" phase and am slowly working my way through my makeup, but Q-tips? Sigh...
Thursday, August 22, 2013
"If everything is held together through relationships, and we as people are made of the same “everything”, then what about our relationships? What holds us together? We know what the laws of nature are. So what are the laws of human nature? And is it really all that different? Could the same stuff that binds the universe together bind us together as well? And what do we call that?"See? See? This is what I've been wondering for years and years! Thank you, PunkTorah!
Read on, here.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Oh, Beastie Boys. One of your blossoms has fallen!
Adam Yauch, you will not be forgotten. You were a pioneer! My respects to you, your family, and your music.
But to leave you Constant Readers with a smile, I will tell you a short story. As a teenager in the late 1980’s, I spent one summer at Camp Kinder Ring, a friendlier camp by far than Camp Ramah. (My family later found out Kinder Ring was a Socialist camp. I don’t know why we didn’t figure that out. The ring and all. Maybe that was why I had a better time. And by better, I mean only semi-horrible.)
Anyway, the camp had lots of shows and events that they set up for us. We saw semi-famous wrestlers and went to concerts and also did all that camp stuff on site like have talent contests.
So one of the “acts” was a trio of young boys lip syncing to Fight For Your Right to Party. They were little kids, maybe 10-ish. And here we are, the entire camp, watching and hooting and all singing the song in our heads because we are all cool Jewish kids and we know how to rock out, right? And we know what’s coming.
So they’re bouncing around and looking “tough”, doing a decent lip syncing job, and they merrily get to the verse about mom throwing away his porn.
But no one had ever bothered to tell the kid, and he didn't know about porn, so...
his "Mom threw away his HORNO mag!"
Horno mag. Priceless.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Last night I had a scary dream. More like a funny nightmare, really.
I dreamt that my face was sprouting a beard, and I had to keep shaving! And I was doing it with a heavy-duty disposable razor (if there is even such a thing). It was definitely not my pink Revlon rechargeable. (That reminds me. I need to plug it in.) The hair kept growing back – by the time I got around to the left side of my face, the right side was already pushing out hairs… and it was hot under there. The hair was super soft, but very tickly. So the only thing I can think of is that Butchie kept snuggling up to my face in the night and I kept pushing him away in my sleep but just he returning.
That’s all for now, except for saying that I miss blogging and I plan to continue with a goal of at least three posts per week. I really enjoy the HubPages Apprenticeship, but shit! It’s a lot of work. More than I thought it would be. But I will not be dropping out, no sirree, not me!
Remember when that tarot reader said I would make money from my writing? Well, there was Demand Studios (for which I bought myself a camera and a laptop) and now this. So it’s slow going, but it is happening. HOORAY! HOORAY! HOORAY FOR CC!
Friday, February 10, 2012
From my b-day trip to Florida two weeks ago.
From five-year-old Neph:
- On my visit in general: (Excitedly) “Will Auntie CC bring her cats?”
- On playing Dominion after throwing cards out to me like a blackjack dealer: “All right. Can you read?”
- On his rock collection: “That’s not playing, that’s LOOKING.”
- On the Wii game Cooked or be Cooked: “You have to swirl the oil around the pan, like this. See? Watch me!” (Twists her wrist back and forth like she’s dancing while tripping on acid)
- On drumming: “That’s the cool thing about a drum set. You can rock out whenever you want!”
- But you played more with [the other kid] than with me! (And Readers, to this let me say, FALSE! I played most with my sister. *smile*)
- On choosing a dating site username for me: “How about something biblical-type, like LawOfKindness?” “Hmm. How about LawOfCookies?”
- “Hey, have you ever been to Vegas?”
- “I get enough potty talk from my kids. I don’t need to hear it from my sister…”