Diarrhea of the fingertips and other tales...

Hmm.. with the frequency of my posts, one would almost think that the luster of a public diary has worn off. One might be right. It seems as tho real life is bogging down the whole blogging process(bogging the blogging, bogging the blogging, bogging the blogging... you try it!)... By the time you get home from work, put things away, change, do dinner and clean up or do dinner and come home, the evening is almost gone and there is just enough time to brush your teeth and drop into bed. It might'nt be so bad if dropping into bed yielded something besides tossing and turning, waking (tho thankfully not always to pee!), dropping off, covers on, covers off, too hot, too cold, arm asleep, etc., but that's not the case either. (I before E except after C... wonder where either comes in?) I feel cheated that bedtime should be 9 or 9:30 every night if I am to wake refreshed at 5:30... which isn't happening (see above). My (semi-half-assed) professional website for trauma nurses is way behind, this blog is almost deserted (desserted would be better, wonder how long it would take to drive to Dairy Queen? I hear the key lime blizzards are to-die-for!). And it's not deserted for lack of ideas.. those come in fairly regular spurts... It seems to be lack of oomph, energy, motivation, too much to do... which could be true... most weekends the last couple months have been on the road. Back and forth to Iowa for bestest friends wedding prep and the event itself, up to MI to remodel a bathroom over Memorial Day weekend, another wedding this last weekend... by the time Monday arrives, all I want to do is sleep. Today is no exception... except that it's Tuesday and I actually got my fluffy butt into a bathing suit and went to the pool. 30 minutes of constant movement of some kind... 20 min of laps (did you know you can swim in circles in the deep end if no one else is there?), 10 of bicycling underwater at various speeds. Now have chlorine eyes... but maybe, if I keep this up, my hair will get blonder.. or at least, green. Speaking of fluffy butt, I am still going to the fluffy people meetings (rah, rah, gag). Made it to 16 weeks, which is their milestone for 'changing your lifestyle behavior' or some such. Ha! They haven't seen my version of the core diet. I gave up on the counting points thing. Too restricting, not enough fruit. Switched to core and am having lots of fun.. going to Chili's and eating chips and salsa... (hey, the salsa is core!), Steak n' Shake for burgers and a low-fat yogurt shake, Portillo's for baked spaghetti... okay, I suck at the core plan too.. which is why my weight has remained steady for the last 2 months or so... but not all bad... I am staying here without exercise (my goal!) and my clothes fit. Yeah, yeah, if I move the fluffy parts a little more I might lose a little more, but, like the fluffy people say... I have to think about a lifetime commitment.. what can I reasonably expect myself to do? I hate exercise. Unless I am paying someone an exorbitant fee to someone who will personally torture me with weights and lunges (and sometimes, not even then!), I won't exercise willingly. I am sporadic. I am thinking that it would be better if I had an exercise buddy, but I am too lazy to find one and Mr. Boyfriend and I exercise at different times of the day. (whine whine who's got the cheese?) But, a bad day on the fluffy person plan is better than a good day off the plan, so there. Hmmm... maybe a little exercise would pep me up a little. Now, there's a thought. Comes right after the I-hate-exercise thought. (sigh) Diarrhea of the fingertips. Isn't it grand? What do they call this? Stream-of-consciousness-s-s-s-s thoughts? Rambling? But I haven't done it in a while, so it's okay. Right? (pause for big deep breath)

Nice paws. My teeth are rotting and falling out of my head. Or at least one of them is. I missed a dental appointment last August when I changed jobs (too cheepcheap to pay out-of-pocket) and now I am going to get to pay even MORE! There is a cavity in my incisor that extends down below the bone and the dentist won't touch it. I got referred to the periodontist. Yippee. I think I will like him. At least I am impressed by his office staff. They were very nice on the phone, took all of my information and said to drop off my x-rays that day so the doctor could look at them. The receptionist said he would take a peek to make sure I didn't need to come in any earlier than the 25th. So far no call back, so I guess I will survive with my dental cary until then. When I stopped in with said x-rays, they had a nice envelope with my name and addy all ready to go. Contained the promised health form AND a very nice letter welcoming me (by name) to the practice. Also enclosed was a brochure detailing the doctors specialties, how financing and insurance were handled, emergency numbers including a cell phone number for the doctor. I like him already! Now, if I could just get rid of this headache!!! (no, not tooth related)

I wonder if I should do a little Benadryl to help Mr. Sandman tonight? Couldn't hurt, I suppose. I love mixing anti-histamines with anti-histamines. My sinuses should be dry as a bone by midnight. Hmmm.. might explain the nosebleed yesterday. Nope, that was strictly due to the humidity.. or lack thereof... 32% or something wild like that yesterday. 37% right now... guess that explains it. We are in the 80's all week with the low humidity... it's nice... this is the only way I like 80 degrees. Unless, of course, you are talking 80 degrees, sunny with a breeze stirred from the movement of the cruise ship under my feet. I'll take that 80 deg at any humidity! I miss the ship. ships. I don't know that I miss the lifestyle of a crew member so much, but I miss miss miss being on the ship. Chuck and I are soooo different that way. His idea of paradise is a place in the middle of nowhere, with no one around except a few naked-hot-springs-dipping eccentrics, in the middle of a New Mexico desert. My idea of paradise is a ship populated with 200-3000 other fully clothed people in the middle of an ocean somewhere. Nice dichotomy. I intend to drag him on another cruise later this fall. As of yet, he has not reciprocated and dragged me to the middle of a desert.

The Soprano's ended. I can now return the digital cable box to the overpriced company and get myself a TiVo so I don't have to miss my favorite NETWORK tv shows.... well, and the food channel... and CLTV... and WGN 9 pm news... and CNN and and and... ;-)

Good heavens... it just dawned on me... I have been so overwhelmed with doing nothing, that I haven't even been to read my 2 mostest very favorite blogs in AGES!! Flau, I need a good martini recipe made with pomegranate liqueur. I can't remember if you posted one already or not. I have a giant bottle of pommy juice here and nothing to do this weekend but housework. Haven't done the Dooce in even more ages. What has happened to me?? (In my best Olympia Dukakis ala 'Moonstruck' Italian accent) SNAP OUTTA ET!! I need to read more, eat less. (burp) I really wanted Kraft Mac & Cheese for dinner. Good thing there wasn't any in the house.... 8 million points and I don't think it's core. But I sooooo love it. Weird. Chicken Chow mien instead. (yes, Kay, with white rice. but I was good all day today... only one Hershey's Kiss at breakfast.) Maybe I'll have a 1 point fudge bar tonight. Maybe not.

Enough blather. One of these days I'll tell you how I tried to turn into Elphaba at Jayne's wedding.