At any given time I have at least 100 books on hold. 10-20% of my holds are diet/weight loss/exercise related.
I suspend holds, and then they unsuspend and start arriving in waves.
Without a scale, I don’t know what to do with my most recent books….lose X amount of weight in Y amount of time doesn’t work without a scale. So I check out, and return, the3 books that have arrived and cancel my old on 18 other titles. EIGHTEEN. And these are just the books that sounded interesting to me.
I need to search for some new, no numbers attached, weight loss books.
Today I am saying good-bye to the established 4 food groups and going to the PMS food groups…
I’ll try the fruits-vegetables things tomorrow when I’m feeling human and less evil-super heroine.
I’m not holding my breath, but it would be a delicious reminder that winter won’t last forever.
Almost Ready For Monday
I need a red arrow with caption “Press nose here.”
My interest in International Athletics begins and ends with Brazil playing in the World Cup, but there are side benefits to the Winter Olympics…although celebrating the cold will never be something I can really wrap my head around.
There’s a park full of giant ice sculptures. I’m fascinated by them. It strikes me as one of the hardest things a person can do.
Freezing temperatures. Don’t touch your sculpture or it might start to melt. Don’t breathe on it or it’ll start to melt. If a piece breaks off that’s it. It’s off. And so on and so on.
Somethings you pick up because it’s there.
You can’t wake up one hot winter morning in Dubai and think “When I grow up I’m going to crave giant ice sculptures.”
Or can you?
This is why I’m taking a vacation day tomorrow and having a 4-day weekend.
There are things that should never be lost:
Keys - someone is in my apartment right now kidnapping Honey Bunny; I’m not sure if my car insurance covers this sorta thing
Phone - a you-have-to-pay-for-it-until-it’s-reported-missing that leads to hundred of dollars of expensive pay by the minute phone sex and/or calling extended family in Nepal
Credit card - a you-have-to-pay-for-it-until-it’s-reported-missing bill of OMG I don’t want to know, but thankfully I deliberately have 2 credit cards one with a low limit in my wallet and one with a high limit for emergencies at home
I bought gas this morning and then couldn’t find my card. Likely dropped at the pump after I paid.
I called Chase when I got to work and realised that I didn’t have my card. Less than 30 minutes. No charges other than my gas made in the last 48 hours. Ahhhh. I hope this is as stressful as my day gets. I’m now going to spend the next 7-10 business days (starting on Monday) using my own money. From my bank account. For things not from Costco. Other than getting cash back I can’t remember then last time I used my bank card.
On the bright side my car is full of gas.
THey are closing the building…I hope it’s not too late to prevent the zombie thing. Or maybe it is too late which is why we’re going home. It’s better to eat family members than strangers.
The library got evacuated because of a strong gas smell. The gas company is doing work and accidentally flushed too much through their lines…or something like that.
I can hear the audience screaming:
DON’T GO BACK INTO THE BUILDING! THAT WAS A STRANGE CHEMICAL MADE BY AN EVIL SCIENTIST! YOU’RE GOING TO TURN INTO A ZOMBIE!!! NOOOOOOO!
I’m stuck here for the next 7 hours waiting for the smell to dissipate. The only way to get the air moving is by turning up the heat to get air flowing.
On the bright side the branch manager isn’t here…last time we evacuated in winter wearing coats she freaked out…ignoring the fact that she was wearing her coat which was with her in her office so she didn’t have to get it.
Can there be too much of a good thing? Good thing being a matter of perspective….
Anchorage Public Library - 8 copies
My BRANCH of a multi-branch library system in CANADA - 4 copies
I want to sleep in the middle of the pillow. Honey Bunny also wants to sleep in the middle of the pillow.
The minute I get up he moves to the middle. I push him back over
When I race him to the bed at night I get the middle of the pillow….until he starts his “I’M DYING!” meow and I give in.
Compromise - no one is entirely happy but sharing is better than no pillow.
What’s so funny?
This only makes my work best friend and I laugh even more.
Does this mean 10 nuggets/person?
On the bright they could have gone with (the more accurate) fat pack.
Sadly I am too lazy to fix the picture.
At our current training schedule my sister and I will be walking most of our half, and if we’re lucky no one will get killed before we finish.
If we were the subject of a documentary I shudder at what people would think.
Me – put books about running on hold
Sister – pedicure because running is hard on the feet
Me: Over training leading to my injuring both MCLs and going back to my couch potato ways during physio….and later I kinda forgot *why*I go injured ie getting ready for the half marathon
Sister: As a show of support (laziness?) she put her training on hold in solidarity.
Me: Using the elliptical after work; better than nothing but *not* great prep
Sister: Breast implant surgery in MARCH so she’ll have time to train now (not yet happening) and after her 4 week recovery period.
Me: Mapped out road route of marathon course, the current course is listed but abstract. 13.1 is farther than I realised. By a lot. I found a route. The scary thing is that I have to do a there and back TWICE. I’m whimpering in pain just thinking about it.
Sister: Creating kick-ass playlists for us to listen to.
This is only half procrastinating, which matches with half-marathon thing. Gawd we are in so much trouble.