…she snarled.
First, I learned that my fat jeans, the ones that were nicely loose last year? Well, I can’t even zip ‘em up. THAT is how much weight I’ve gained in one year. WTF?

Second, I discovered that my hairdresser is voting for Obama because she wants Change. As much Change as she can get. I smiled sweetly and kept my mouth shut; any woman wielding very long, sharp scissors near my eyeballs deserves all the respect I can muster.

Third, my Linens N Things is closing. I will be there for the 40% off wake. [sob]

Fourth, the rat bastards closed my TARGET. [open weeping]

Fifth, I am in a dark enough place that I’m contemplating, really seriously thinking about, weight loss pills. Right after I finish this damnable Halloween candy.

Tonight will be night two of our new exercise regime, but dayum. I have to buy new clothes to go to the baby’s Baptism on the 9th. And that just sucks.

Pardon me while I sit over here in the corner and consider things for a bit.

Tammi told me how very, very good Tropicana OJ with calcium is, so I bought some yesterday and lemme tell you, it goes down smooth with my morning oatmeal!
I’m so proud of Bree; while walking this morning we encountered two disabled people waiting for a shuttle. They’ve seen her before and began yelling ‘collie’ as we approached. [they may be impaired mentally as well as physically]
Well, she was so sweet with them, greeting each like a long lost friend, staying down and being calm. But her tail was swinging back and forth like a fan. I think dogs can really read our emotions if not our thoughts, and she knew they had nothing but love for her.

Hurt my back about a week ago on the upper right side. I have no idea how I did it, but it can hurt like hell at times. By the time I got home from Publix yesterday I could hardly breathe it was so bad. Obviously muscular, since lying down on a heating pad helps immensely… it’s one of those injuries I can’t help straining again and again because… well, I can’t stop living. Damn. Anyone have a handful of muscle relaxers?

I don’t like to bitch [Have you heard about any of my other pains? OK, then.] because I know many people who live with hideous, chronic pain. This is nothing, a trifle.

Sound I love: Tinkle of ice cubes floating in a glass of water.
Sound I hate: Crash!

I don’t do Thursday 13 but this is sort of a Thursday potpourri…

→ Loved, loved, loved last night’s episode of Bones showcasing the evils of dog fighting, especially since they had Cesar Millan on the show; I’m a huge fan. Arthur thought he did really well and I opined that I wasn’t surprised, since he’s used to playing himself on tv. And yes, I cried. Like a baby with diaper rash I sobbed for those dogs. Gee, do you think they used Michael Vick as a template?

→ Upon returning home with my new Asics last week I looked online and found that the Lady Foot Locker dude had sold me shoes designed for overpronators. I don’t overpronate, but thought they felt so comfortable I could break them in to my feet. After walking a few times the consensus is… maybe, maybe not. Only time will tell but I’m going back to LFL to educate said dude. Part of the blame lies squarely on my shoulders, and the 135. purchase price is part of my penance. I knew I wanted the Nimbus and I should have gone to Fleet Feet instead of a mall store. That’s what I get for being in a hurry.

→ I’m currently eating an egg sandwich and drinking Odwalla Tropical Energy. Hell, I need something to pick me up; the morning walk sucked, I have a pain in my back and all I want to do is lie down and go to sleep.

→ Prayer going out for Foxy, an 11 year old Rottweiler friend of mine who has edema in three legs and is on her way to the vet as I type this.

→ Friend and blogger Tammi visited with us for a couple of days. I already love her, but it took about half a millisecond for Arthur and Bree to become her devotees as well. We’re all ready to see her again!
In truth, being around Tammi made me miss my best friend that much more.

→ Note to self: ask Santa for a PS2; after all, Christmas is only three months away.

See? There weren’t 13.