Just Another Monday . . .

I am attempting to get back on program with my diet though.  Lost 2 pounds since last week, I'm walking around more and doing more so that helps.  I've been mentally exhausted with everything going on these days, but I have no control over any of that.  I am going to begin a regular routine of writing though, set goals and work to meet them.  Both reading and writing, I've not done enough of either in the last few months to be worthwhile.  I have got to find a job but I just don't know how.  No one around here is hiring, rather, they are not hiring ME.  My only outlet now is fast food and I dread that.  But we'll see maybe it won't be so bad.  Working weekends is what I fear, as I don't want to miss NASCAR.  I can get Tivo, maybe.  We'll see that's in the future a ways.  More on the morrow, just jotting down my thoughts.

Freaking Brrrrrr!!!!!!!

27 Degrees tonight, 29 tomorrow night.  I've covered the plants but I think it's in vain.  We'll see.  30 on Wednesday night.  But I hope the blankets and sheets dry some to make it easier to use them the rest of the time.  Not ready for Winter yet but here it is.  Let's hope it passes quickly.  I am, of course, living for February.  The Duels are the 16th and the Shootout is the week after then that weekend is the Daytona 500.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh just to get it here.  I'm so missing my Kasey!

A Little Got Accomplished . . .

For starters, I got the kitchen mopped.  Clorox has a floor cleaner that is a "spring" scent, man that stuff smells GOOD can't wait to get the living room cleaned with it.  But that may have to wait till tomorrow, and even then, we have to take our puppy Charlie to the vet he appears to have distemper.  I hope it's something treatable, he's so adorable.

In other news it's totally a crappy day out there, there is a front coming in so it's cloudy, it's rained some this morning and by 6:00 a strong rainstorm is supposed to come in so it's going to get good and muddy.  But that's ok other than to the vets tomorrow I don't think we'll be going anywhere.

Accomplishing Much . . .

Waiting on today's first batch of dishes to dry before I get started on the next, my drainboard is full.  More usable dishes up for cleaning, bowls and silverware mostly.  We never can find a clean knife or fork.  Well, those days are over :).  It's a good feeling to accomplish tasks set out.  It's a battle, and accomplishment means winning.  I'm winning!

Well, It's Movement!

I'm little by little cleaning the kitchen.  Trying not to offend the Gods of the Back.  There is a very black cloud outside and thunder has ensued, so I hope for a violent storm, we need one.  I've swept the floor and cleaned the counter, I brought in my rinse pan and will soon separate the dishes to wash and get that part of it done then I can begin on the hallway and the back part of the house.  THAT, my friends is going to be fun.

Once that is done all that is left is the living/sleeping area, that's not a big deal other than we have to move the furniture and we actually need to move each piece to get underneath.  I was fishing under the couch and so much is crammed under there I couldn't move the broomstick.  But we'll see how it goes.  For now, ONWARD!

Blue Monday

Life's not so easy these days, so much to do and my back is still fussing. Some days good some days, like today, not so good but I have stuff I have to do and can't put it off anymore so will be smiling though it. I can do that. I foresee some rough seas ahead and I'm trying to cope and muddle through but my path is very very dark right now. In the end, it will be super fine and idealistic, but getting there may nearly kill me. 

But what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, no? 

So onward I go to my new destiny.

Sadness . . .

         Uncle Doyle died yesterday.  They called us at 10:00 to tell us the news.  Supposedly they are shipping his body back to Texas for burial.  We’re waiting to see.  In contacting the funeral home to find out any details they may have Mother found out her friend Snookie, had also passed away and no one told her.  THAT is sad.  Uncle Doyle was 88 years old.

          On a lighter note I’ve lost again, 8/10s of a pound to 252 even.  I’d written Richard a couple of days ago and he never wrote me back and I’ve tried to get them to reinstate my membership and they haven’t so I don’t know what the deal is there.  But we’ll see I suppose.  Just glad to still be losing.  I could be mid 240s by this time next month, wouldn’t that be great.  I’ll see 230 by December 31^st at this rate!  I’m so proud of me right now.

          Trying to get the kitchen cleaned up I have to do a little bit and stop, it tires me out, so much to do.  I’ve swept and picked up all the garbage and bagged it, I need to replace the garbage bag but need to wait till the garbage can gets brought back up here, which I will probably do in a little bit, haven’t seen the garbage men yet.  I do hope they are coming.

          Going to go now and get stuff done.  More later, I’m sure.