Pilates Etc

I survived my first Pilates class at Absolute Center So glad that there were only three of us in the class. I am such a geek, being the only one who absolutely cannot do a sit up. "It will get better," the instructor says. Anyway, something worked right, I feel the muscles already. Might be a painful day tomorrow. So far the back is holding out.

Also survived my son's first attempt at vegetarian cooking. It was actually very good. I think he's going to make a great husband for some lucky young lady. Anyone out there looking? Must be 30 or less and approved by future mother in law.

Last...

last cigarette: 1970
last car ride: yesterday
last kiss: yesterday
last good cry: a couple of months ago
last library book checked out: probably in 1980 or so, can't remember
last movie seen: The Magdelend Sisters
last book read: Virginia Woolf - Memoirs
last cuss word uttered: hmmmmmmm
last beverage drank: coffee
last food consumed: cereal
last phone call: my sister
last tv show watched: Sesame Street
last time showered: this morning
last shoes worn: Rockports
last cd played: Chicago soundtrack
last item bought: food at Oakland Art & Soul Festival
last annoyance: the mommy of my grandson
last disappointment: the chicken pot pie I had for dinner last night - where was the chicken?
last soda drank: diet coke
last thing written: this
last key used: ?
last words spoken: see ya
last sleep: 11pm to 6:30am
last im: dragonbelch (my son)
last sexual fantasy: too old for that
last weird encounter: all encounters see weird lately
last ice cream eaten: Dreyers vanilla
last time amused: dinner last night
last time wanting to die: wanting to? couple months ago feeling like I'm about to? last surgery
last time in love: 2001
last time hugged: yesterday
last time scolded: 1968
last time resentful: yesterday
last chair sat in: work chair
last underwear worn: pink jockey undies
last shirt worn: purple Land's End polo
last time dancing: last drunk
last poster looked at: movie poster for Seabiscuit
last show attended: Chicago
last webpage visited: bluecad.net (that's where I got this)

The Weekend Went Too Fast

Had the company of Baby J all day yesterday and today. He is growing up way too fast. Has 2 teeth and loves food. Bought him a baby food grinder so he can eat what we eat. Same way I raised my kids. They were never picky eaters so it must have worked.

Baby J is six months old and right on target. He crawls. Well, he actually crawls backwards but that counts doesn't it? He also gets up on his hands and toes, poised to run track.

Okay, enough baby talk. We also enjoyed the afternoon today going to the Oakland Art and Soul Festival. Great entertainment, food and art. Baby enjoyed it all... oops more baby talk. I can't help it, we took him with us. Oh and while I'm at it, he went on his first BART train. He liked that too.

So today was a holiday. So what, every Monday is a holiday for me. I only work Tuesday through Friday. How dumb I am to choose Monday as my day off. Do you know most all holidays fall on Monday? Dumb, dumb, dumb. Tomorrow I'll get up just like every other Tuesday, ready to start my new week. I'm going to have to do something about all that. But not until after Thanksgiving. That two day week will be great.

Tomorrow I start my beginning Pilates class. Keep reading about what a fad it is. Oh well, if it helps my back, I'll do anything.

Signing off now and to bed before 10:30. I'm going to be good this week.

Mutterings

1. Kiss:: me Kate
   
2. Nothing:: ventured nothing gained
   
3. Reach:: for the sky
   
4. Late:: again
   
5. Stump:: tree
   
6. Dreams:: nightmares
   
7. LOL:: can't stop laughing
   
8. Ornament:: Christmas
   
9. Neck:: tie
   
10. Guitar::strings
    

Even Better

Only consumed 20 points today. See, Weight Watcher meetings do work.

Did my Pilates routine.

Went to see Magdelena Sisters - heavy movie but good. Just don't go see it on a bad day.

Thanks Big Brother.

All Better

I went to bed early as I said I would. No TV, no reading.

Slept like a log. Woke up before alarm.

Went to Weight Watchers meeting. Weighed in and stayed for the meeting. Yes, I did gain another 5 pounds this month. So now I am working the program again. It's a new program. Flex Points. I like that. A lot.

Went to store and purchased lots of fruit. I'm going to be good.

I am signing off now because I need to do someone's payroll. See, I'm going to do my work too.

Thanks mom.

I Need a Mom...

or at least someone to tell me to behave.

You see, I have been bad. My husband has been working late nights this week. It's kind of like I'm on vacation when he's gone in the evening. I stay up late. I play around on the computer, do my exercises, play with the cats, read, watch a little TV and all of a sudden it's 2am. The radio alarm blasts out the news at exactly half past six in the morning. I drag myself out of bed saying, "I won't do that again." And then I do it all over.

So here I am. He's at work. I am dead tired. Tomorrow is Saturday but I can't sleep in. I have to get up and weigh in by 7:30am.

Weighing in. That's another reason I need a Mom. I need someone to say, "stop eating all that junk. weigh in every week, not just the very last Saturday of the month." I have no control lately. I eat junk food. Husband is gone for the evening, I help myself to Oreo's, M&Ms, Ice Cream. Usually I blame my husband for bringing the stuff home. But guess what... I stocked up my secret drawer.

Work. Another reason for Mom. Remind me that work comes before play. And playing shouldn't be done at work. But there I am. I have to get in just one more game of solitaire before I get to the work. It's even worse when I try to work at home on all those side jobs. I check my email. Feed the cats. Write in my diary. Write in my blog. Read blogs. And then it's too late to work. I'm too tired.

Exercise. I started Pilates training Monday. I did the routine at home in front of the TV on Tuesday. Wednesday I was too tired. Thursday I did half of it. Today...nada. Someone has to tell me to do it.

Okay, enough confessions. I've told you all my trangressions for this week. Now I have no excuse. I must turn this all around. Do the next right thing. Hey, it's only 9:15 here. I'm going to bed.

Besides, Big Brother is watching. I'm sure he'll straighten me out. Good Night.

Obfuscation - the Answer

If you haven't read the first entry from yesterday, read it before you look at the answer.



As much as I would want # 2 to be a lie, the truth is # 3 is the lie.

Bored yet?

Just a couple more things.

Who threw the bubble gum on the sidewalk outside my apartment this morning? Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.

I want this bumper sticker: Fat people are harder to kidnap.

Now I have to go for sure. Snorting Hog is awakening. (you did read Indian Names below didn't you?) Problem with blog. You must read it backwards!

I checked out my hours online this month. 3770 minutes. I am not addicted to the internet. Someone else must be using my account. Really.

I'm done. Promise. No more drivel. I'm shutting down the computer.

The Sewing Machine Revived

Opened the sewing machine that has stood idle for 20 some years. Amazed to find the original Kenmore instruction book. Carefully placed drops of oil into each illustrated part. Wiped up spilled oil with husbands old underwear (clean). Couldn't find a spool of thread in my place so resorted to using an old bobbin to thread the machine. Found some old quilting pieces buried in my trunk. Put my knee to the pedal. Nothing. Cranked the wheel around a couple of times. Motor moans. Cranked the wheel around a couple more times. The needle goes up and down two or three times. Stops. Repeat cranking and groaning several more times. All of a sudden the motor takes off with a screetch, barely missed stitching up both thumbs.

Now there is no excuse. I get out the vintage pattern. It is all printed on blueprint paper. Each size a different line. I don't want to cut out a size 10 and find out I'm a size 12. Seems I'll have to trace the pattern onto tissued paper.

Off to the fabric store. Scissors, thread, seven yards of purple fabric, pins, needles, pin cushion, seam ripper, magnifying glass, snaps and hooks and a roll of pellam to make a pattern (cause that's what the clerk said to use). Home again. I look at the sewing machine, place the bag of fabric and notions on chair. I look at the pattern again. This seems way to complicated. So I decide that today I'm only going to make the pattern, maybe cut out the dress. After I write some blog stuff... Have you noticed how many entries I have made today?

Just checked - the cat is sleeping on the pattern. It wouldn't be good to disturb him.