I wanted to sloth today but it’s shaping up to be a beautiful morning… so instead of lounging, I’m getting ready to run errands, see a movie, then have a BTVS marathon and hopefully some Scrabble!

I leave you with Jonathon drawing (he has very limited control movement in his left hand… the only hand he *can* move) so it just makes me filled with unexplainable emotions when he draws. btw- he’s drawing Dragaonball Z

Oh- I also threw in evil cat pretending to sleep while I know he’s really plotting my demise.

The brainwashed pageant person from the most superficial state in the country made a remark to a question “I think it’s great (really… she thinks it’s great?- because she turns around and claims it’s wrong… but anyway.) that Americans are able to choose one or the other (although she doesn’t THINK they should). We live in a land that you can choose same-sex marriage (really? Really they can- because I recall it being turned over again and again) or opposite marriage (opposite marriage- omg) and, you know what, in my country and my family I think that I believe that a marriage should be between a man and a woman. No offense to anyone out there but that’s how I was raised (how does she feel about people of color voting- how about women working AND having babies) and that’s how I think it should be between a man and a woman.” That’s beside the point I’m trying to make…. It’s a flipping beauty pageant… who opted to have Perez Hilton on the judging panel- ’nuff said! They’re almost as annoying as the people freaking out and political party bashing over it.

WHY is this getting attention?

Drop it and move on. Did you know a 9 year old quadriplegic little girl was shoved dead into a bag filled with moth balls by her adopted mother/aunt?

Did you know the economy is hurting so bad they’re shutting down several children’s hospitals?

Did you know that Apple bans South Park applications but approved a baby shaking one that was taken down finally because of the uprising controversy?

I could on and on about things that deserve more attention- even the flipping scratch on my chin deserves more attention that crap.

She freaking didn’t lose the crown over the answer- she lost it because other people were better… although if Q/A’s weren’t important… why do they have them in the contest? Oh yes, she’s supposed to represent the country maybe? If she said “I don’t mind blacks being in the country but I don’t feel they should be in the same public places as whites. It’s how I was raised and I don’t want integration for my family in my country.” people should just applaud and be thankful she’s able to speak and not be offended by it or find it wrong that she’d represent the US.

Let me just try and grasp this… So in a competition… that isn’t run by the government… we should allow people to say whatever they want and NOT judge them based on the answers. SOOO for the swim suit competition- we shouldn’t discriminate on physical appearance either I suppose. Oh wait- I guess if someone from Oregon wanted to represent Cali, they should have let them as well. I think I’m starting to understand it… Oh wait… it’s a beauty pageant I think should have retired eons ago so I don’t give a damn who wins what FOR what just like I don’t give a damn who loses!! ^_^

Enough already- let’s get back to real news.

Current Mood: bitchy

-who’s ass am I sweating off since it’s NOT mine?!?! I don’t get it. I don’t drink wine any more and my meals basically consist of healthy foods during the day (small meals) and then a salad or Special K cereal with fruit for dinner. I don’t drink soda or other carbonated beverages, I don’t drink anything with calories or sodium… I’ve been doing Tae Bo and the TBL via On Demand FitTV and I’ve gained 5 pounds. GAINED. Gained on top of gaining 5 a few weeks ago.

My abs are sore, my thighs are sore, my butt- actually my butt feels good, but OMG I’ve had sweat dripping off me during and after each workout- I KNOW I’m working it!!!

I have it in my head that someone, some where is shoving food in their face, barely lifting a finger and boasting “I eat what I want, I haven’t worked out a day in my life and get this- I just lost 10 pounds! I’ve even gone to the doctor and they told me I’m completely healthy! Life is great! I’m going to now wipe my brow with my millions of dollars.”

Could this stem from smoking cessation? It’s been over 8 months now…

I know all about gaining muscle and muscle weighs more than fat… I also know that I went to put on my pants this morning and I couldn’t button them. I also know I’m so fat that I sweat mayonnaise. I know I’m so fat that the USPS just contacted me and told me I’m forced to register myself in two zip codes. Yes, I realize that I’m so fat NASA just announced their launching me my own satellite. I’m aware of my girth. I’ve gotten so big that I had to go to GI Joe’s and buy a tent so I’d have something to wear today. :’-(

Current Mood: Aggravated & UPSET!!!

I’ll tell you what can be better… NOTHING! Okay, I’m only saying that because I’m starving and I miss NYC… A LOT and my friends over there.

From VendrTV, the next time you’re in the city check out Papa Perrone’s I’m drooling and dreading my salad now after viewing it.

Current Mood: Starving

I should really come up with a name for my breaks where I sit here and post. Something that will be my ‘thing’… other than breaking.

Here is what I like today: Coffee. Quiet phones. Silence. Flashing red indicator light on my BB which shows that I have a message waiting for me either on Yahoo!, FB, GMail or SMS. It makes me feel loved… or spammed. I guess it depends on what it is.

Last night I started to watch Slumdog and although it was progressively good- I gave up watching the last hour (saving it for tonight) so that I could crawl into bed by 11 and have my heart attack in the morning that came from thinking I overslept.

Stupid Raccoons. *note to self, stop giving spare keys to woodland animals just so I can take pictures of them with house keys. It is adorable though.

Anyway- What I don’t like: Blah blah blah… I’m sorry, I thought I grew up and matured, but I haven’t. Blah Blah Blah… Those are the rules in my world. Period. In all fairness- blah blah blah.

I also don’t like blah blah blah(s). Yes, plural. More reason they need to yada yada yada. No- that’s not mature either. I’m good with being immature today. Very good with it.

So tonight I’m going to watch America’s Next Top Model to feel mentally superior, sane and mature… finish Slumdog and yada yada yada and then sleep soundly knowing that tomorrow is my last workday of the week. ^_^

(certain things had been changed from the original content to blah blah blah or yada yada yada in order to protect my thoughts that should remain inside my head)

Current Mood: Cynical

Yeee-ah! Today on the way to my car I found a $100.00 bill which was fantastic because after I picked up the bill, a handsome man stepped out of a luxury car and offered me a ride to work. Normally I would have said no, but I recognized the man as Jared Leto from music and film. It was awesome. Oddly enough he recognized me from the web and asked me where my studio was… you know… the one I have to draw and write in. I laughed and told him that wasn’t my day job and I went to describe where I worked. A look of horror fell over his face and he shook his head in disbelief. The next thing I knew he was on the phone with some people who got on the phone with some people and they in turn all shook their head in disbelief and now I have my own studio where I can write and draw after I finish signing the contract to get my graphic novel written and published.

Well it could have happened.

Reality is that I woke up at 5:46, which is over ten minutes past the time my alarm is set for. I jumped out of bed and saw my alarm was set to 12:00… and I proceeded out to the living room where the clocks told me it was only 5:19. ??? I fixed my clock and crawled back into bed confused, completed replenishing my sleep meter and then got back out of bed. I’ve no idea what could have possibly happened – there was no indicator that the power went off… and if I had accidentally unplugged (and replugged in my clock)- why was the time AHEAD instead of behind? To add more puzzlement- a garden light on my back porch was knocked over. It’s obvious what happened- A raccoon broke in and messed with my alarm because that’s what they do.

Stupid raccoons.

I know that has nothing to do with being in a funk or feeling da funk- but the funk part of it is in white font on a white background inside my head.

I’m on break again and rather going for a walk this beautiful morning because I left my sensible shoes at home, I’m writing again in front of the computer. Lord knows I don’t spend enough time in front of one of these.

There was a piece of the weekend that I forgot to mention in yesterdays blog. A crucial and critical piece that I was reminded of when I looked in the mirror this morning and saw my upper arm all banged and bruised up. “Oh yeah…!!!!”

Let me begin by stating I had gone to the store early in the day to buy Jonathon some supplies. While at the store I saw this cute little pajama set that looked light weight and something you can wear around the house when the temperature was as warm as had been (80+ degrees this week). After a morning of doing laundry at the on-site laundry room (yay- empty machines = no washing the clothes in the tub), the pillows I tossed in the washer set the machine off balance and because it began to smoke (I heard the THUMP THUMP THUMP while walking across the parking lot) I ran in there and grabbed the pillows out, took them back home and just dried them on the back porch in the sun.

Early in the evening after all the clothes were finished washing/drying and I slipped into my new pajama set, I stepped outside briefly to grab the pillows before joining Jonathon on the floor who was out of his wheelchair laying low where it was cooler (the afternoon sun spills into my living room). As soon as I grabbed the first pillow I heard a ‘thud’. I turned around and there was Stan Lee sitting in the sliding glass window next to the baseball bat he knocked over wedging the door shut.

My arm could not reach it to knock it out of the way and the gap was too small to fully get my arm through. I pulled the stick used to shut the blinds off and tried to hit the baseball bat. It wasn’t working. It was a skinny little piece of plastic and did absolutely nothing.

I can’t recall exactly how I did it any more- except I pushed my arm through as much I could, feeling my skin scrap through the metal knowing I was now in at my shoulder and no way in hell I was going to be able to back out at this point. My flesh was stinging, but all I could see was Jonathon on the floor, the stupid cat running out of the room and then PRESTO- I managed to knock the sucker out and open the door.

Good times. I mentioned the pajama set to add additional panic aside from getting to my boy- WHY being trapped outside on my back porch- which is in direct view of heavy street and foot traffic was vital to the story.

Happy ending though- Yay.

This morning my leg apparently felt jealous of the attention I was giving my arm because as I was heading out the door- I accidentally tripped backwards into a tall wrought iron candle holder and ripped the back of my leg open on the sharp corner of the candle holder. ^_^

Thankfully it coagulated by the time I got to work (I had to rush Jonathon out to his bus instead of looking for bandages).

My silver lining is that it’s only a four day work week for me and a three day weekend!

Workday #1 is well under way (like how I quit labeling the weekdays while I’m working. It’s assisted in preventing people doing the obnoxious “Well Wednesday is my Friday.” they’ve got no fuel to be cliche now). Here are the ‘me’ updates. My hair is blood red now- slightly anemic blood red, but still… OOOOH bloooood. I was going after the same shade as BloodRayne and I *think* I’ve succeeded. I figured “Why not.” As I mentioned in my Zen post, things like this will be cycled in and cycled out with no impact. Maybe next month I’ll go blue for a few days and have that be a faded memory as well.

Other than taking my hair to shades of O+, Jonathon chose to see Monsters vs. Aliens instead of Hannah Montana the Movie. The sad thing is, while I enjoyed the visuals of seeing Monsters in digital 3D (except for the higher price)- half way through I actually wished I was watching the Hannah Montana Movie. The film was bland. Girl hit by meteor on wedding day- turns giant… whisked away to military base and treated like a monster… fiance is obnoxious narcissistic weatherman who doesn’t appreciate girl… but she’s still head over heels for him… Alien goes to Earth to extract the power that turned girl into giant… I’m sure you can figure out what happens.

Well, I wanted to write more because I’m on break, but some one obnoxious kept pestering me and taking me away from my train of thought.

Now it’s time to return to the grindstone.