what an eventful morning.
Today has been a little hectic already, and it's only 8:30am.
I woke up a good 20-25 minutes later than I normally do. I skipped a shower since I had gotten one last night, and decided to just wash my hair in the sink. Luckily since I just chopped 4 inches of my hair off, this was much easier and faster to do than normal. Things were going fine and I was ALMOST on track until I went to make my lunch and we had no lunchmeat. I improvised and threw something together after running back and forth in the kitchen for a while. Then I went to make breakfast. To my dismay, we had nothing. I finally found some bagels in the back of the freezer which is totally against my attempting to not eat many carbs (south beach diet, anyone?) to lose as much weight as possible these next two weeks before my cruise so I don't look like a beached whale. Ugh. The cream cheese wasn't even low fat.
So I'm about 5-10 minutes behind schedule which I figure is ok becuase "on schedule" gets me in about 15 minutes early. I go out to my car, and unfortunately, both doors are iced shut. I pull and pull on them, but they will not open. I go to get my mom, who tells me to pour hot water down them, which I think is a bad idea. She eventually gets my stepdad, who pulls them open for me. Then, however, there was so much ice on the front of my car that my windshield cleaner fluid was frozen in there and wouldn't come out to defrost my windshield. I had to pry open the trunk and get out my ice scraper (which I just discovered that I actually DO have!!), but the stuff was just thin enough so that it was super hard to scrape off.
There was a huge pothole on my way to work, which I managed to hit dead on. Poor car.
I finally arrived to work (luckily in one piece) about 20 minutes late. There are four people in our building today.
WHY am I even here?
At least this happened on the last day of 2007 instead of on the first day of 2008. A new year is always an attempt to turn over a new leaf, so to speak, and I'd prefer it start out on a good note. It can turn to crap later on, of course, as it often does (haha, what a pessimist/realist I am), but I'd like it to at least start off well.
That being said, lets have some new years resolutions (the first one will probably be dead by the 2nd week in January):
1. Don't sleep through alarms. Set one for 10 minutes before I need to be out of bed and a second for when I need to get out of bed. Get out of the habit of having 10 alarms ring before I get up.
2. Get down to the weight that my drivers license says I am. In other words, lose about 10 pounds. Funnily enough, I was not tempted to lie on my military civ. ID about my weight. However, that weight is 2 pounds less than I am now. Oh pledging semester, how you made me give up the gym to eat cookies instead.
And we'll stick with two for now, since I'm not really the type to make resolutions for new years. It's just that Jim really hates my alarms and they ARE super annoying, plus I have the tendency to sleep through them when I actually NEED to wake up because I'm so used to hitting the snooze button for hours. And the whole "in shape" plan was working so well up until last spring, but I pretty much didn't even have time to SLEEP this past fall, let alone go to the gym. And I miss the gym. Because golly gosh gee whiz, I sure do love to run. The machines are fun too, as long as there are no big muscular guys (read: Jim :-P) around to make fun of me and my weak arms.
Ahh. Tonight is the night Jim's parents may kill him/me/us. It'll get interesting. Happy New Year! kerplunk.
I woke up a good 20-25 minutes later than I normally do. I skipped a shower since I had gotten one last night, and decided to just wash my hair in the sink. Luckily since I just chopped 4 inches of my hair off, this was much easier and faster to do than normal. Things were going fine and I was ALMOST on track until I went to make my lunch and we had no lunchmeat. I improvised and threw something together after running back and forth in the kitchen for a while. Then I went to make breakfast. To my dismay, we had nothing. I finally found some bagels in the back of the freezer which is totally against my attempting to not eat many carbs (south beach diet, anyone?) to lose as much weight as possible these next two weeks before my cruise so I don't look like a beached whale. Ugh. The cream cheese wasn't even low fat.
So I'm about 5-10 minutes behind schedule which I figure is ok becuase "on schedule" gets me in about 15 minutes early. I go out to my car, and unfortunately, both doors are iced shut. I pull and pull on them, but they will not open. I go to get my mom, who tells me to pour hot water down them, which I think is a bad idea. She eventually gets my stepdad, who pulls them open for me. Then, however, there was so much ice on the front of my car that my windshield cleaner fluid was frozen in there and wouldn't come out to defrost my windshield. I had to pry open the trunk and get out my ice scraper (which I just discovered that I actually DO have!!), but the stuff was just thin enough so that it was super hard to scrape off.
There was a huge pothole on my way to work, which I managed to hit dead on. Poor car.
I finally arrived to work (luckily in one piece) about 20 minutes late. There are four people in our building today.
WHY am I even here?
At least this happened on the last day of 2007 instead of on the first day of 2008. A new year is always an attempt to turn over a new leaf, so to speak, and I'd prefer it start out on a good note. It can turn to crap later on, of course, as it often does (haha, what a pessimist/realist I am), but I'd like it to at least start off well.
That being said, lets have some new years resolutions (the first one will probably be dead by the 2nd week in January):
1. Don't sleep through alarms. Set one for 10 minutes before I need to be out of bed and a second for when I need to get out of bed. Get out of the habit of having 10 alarms ring before I get up.
2. Get down to the weight that my drivers license says I am. In other words, lose about 10 pounds. Funnily enough, I was not tempted to lie on my military civ. ID about my weight. However, that weight is 2 pounds less than I am now. Oh pledging semester, how you made me give up the gym to eat cookies instead.
And we'll stick with two for now, since I'm not really the type to make resolutions for new years. It's just that Jim really hates my alarms and they ARE super annoying, plus I have the tendency to sleep through them when I actually NEED to wake up because I'm so used to hitting the snooze button for hours. And the whole "in shape" plan was working so well up until last spring, but I pretty much didn't even have time to SLEEP this past fall, let alone go to the gym. And I miss the gym. Because golly gosh gee whiz, I sure do love to run. The machines are fun too, as long as there are no big muscular guys (read: Jim :-P) around to make fun of me and my weak arms.
Ahh. Tonight is the night Jim's parents may kill him/me/us. It'll get interesting. Happy New Year! kerplunk.