Tuesday sucked. My parents paid for me to receive a great education and that's all I can come up with! Well, it's succinct and accurate, so give me a break. (Just don't tell anyone I am a journalism major.)
I am trying to keep it all in perspective, but I am still very, very glad that Tuesday is over. I am done with Tuesday. Tuesday is dead to me. I am over Tuesday (well maybe not or I wouldn't be blogging about it, right?)
If you read my previous post, you know that my day began with me locking my keys in my car at a rather dingy convenient mart. It was only a prelude of things to come. At lunch I went to visit Cynical's mother prior to her release from the hospital. We had a nice visit and I was on my way back to work when I was pulled over by a very polite and kind police officer. I had forgotten to change the tags on my car, but luckily they were tucked neatly in my glove box, so I pulled away with a "courtesy notice". He recognized me from some publicity I do for work, whew!
My lunch wasn't good. I should have gone for the past due yogurt and stale crackers, but instead I opted for a fish sandwich and it only made me sick. I did, however, manage to sneak in another fountain Diet Coke.
So, I muddled through the rest of my day and never really accomplished much as the phone kept ringing and I kept putting out small fires personally and professionally. I won't bore you with the details, because in all honesty it bores me to even recall them.
I headed home disappointed in myself that I didn't go work out, choosing instead to go home and do laundry. No matter how badly your day goes, folding fresh, clean laundry can make it all better. It's a little known fact, but I find it better than any therapy money can buy.
Cynical and I rarely watch television together as we really don't like to view the same things. He's much more of a reality show freak than I am. However, we both share a love for "Big Brother" and most recently "Rock Star: INXS".
Thinking that with the laundry folded, the next step in my Tuesday therapy would be two hours of "quality" television, we settled down to watch them together. Yes, together, in the same room at the same time. It's a rare occurrence.
However, our dreams were shattered when we turned to the appropriate channel to learn that it was "not broadcasting". Damn satellite system! So, what did we do next? We retreated back into our respective projects! I am still dismayed that I won't get to see the performances. I hear Mig was going to do "Lola" and I wanted desperately to fall asleep replaying that song in my head. No fair, I tell you, no fair.
Oh, and our yard is still not mowed. I am placing an ad for farmers that need to pasture their cows. Maybe we can make some cash, fertilize our lawn naturally and become the topic for gossip on our little block.
OK, I am through whining (at least for the next few minutes) and I need to focus on the blessings that came my way Tuesday:
-First and foremost, my own Queen of Cool and I have been able to e-mail a lot this week. As always, her witty comments, continual support and hipper-than-thou attitude took my attention away from my chubby thighs and courtesy notices.
-I got a new photo of my niece, Princess S. Now, that's a baby I wanna borrow.
-Cynical's mother was released from the hospital and got to go home. Home is definitely where the heart is. (Again, don't mind the pun.) Everyone feels better when they are in their own bed, no one poking and prodding as you sleep.
-I got my first issue of "Vegetarian Times". Now you know: I don't eat meat. Another way of antagonizing those around me. Anyway the magazine is targeted at those much, much more advanced than this newbie, but I did pick up a few pointers. I know you are thinking, "Aren't vegetarians skinny?" Well, I am bucking that system too by being the first chubby one!
-I remembered that I had a pedicure scheduled for Saturday. Now you know: I pamper my feet. My weekly yoga class and periodic pedicure (along with my fountain Diet Cokes) are what keep me sane, or at least approaching sanity. Those around me are grateful for each one!
-For some unfathomable reason, some very cool and wonderful people love me and I love them back 100 percent. So, it's not all that bad, right?
Here's to an improved Wednesday.
Proof that Wednesday is off to a better start than Tuesday, notice that I have reduced my 42-oz a day habit to 32-oz. Baby steps, people, baby steps.
3 comments:
Don't let Ragged fool you, she is not chubby. Far from it. She is a very beautiful, hip and happening chick, as I'm sure you have discerned from reading her blog. She's just not aware of her natural beauty, her ease of friendship or her generosity of spirit. But as she said, baby steps. We'll get her there.
Queen of Cool is far too kind and far too cool to tell the truth!
Need I remind you, Ragged, that telling the truth is cool. I think Huey said it best when he said "It's hip to be square," or words to that effect.
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