Dawn's Digression.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Cavities and Funny Feathers
I have five cavities. Five. Ew. Luckily, I have a healthcare reimbursement account, so I won't feel it financially, but man. That sucks!
I can't figure out what my problem is with blogging lately. I think of stuff to type and then when I open this window my mind goes blank. Part of it may be that a lot of what is on my mind these days involves Tracy and I don't want to share. I want to keep these things in my heart and mind. I quit chatting about a lot of things a good six weeks ago. Weird for me to not want to spill my guts, isn't it? What I am comfortable sharing right now is that I am happy, amazed, terrified, grateful, optimistic and I have perma-grin. She's the bomb diggity. :D
I am SO going to run out of gas one day. The closest gas station to the apartment is Exxon. I've shamefully been buying gas from them. I got ticked off at myself a couple of weeks ago and have been trying to buy gas elsewhere. Swear ta god I was running on fumes tonight. I hate Exxon. Bastards. Is Texaco any better? I don't feel like researching it because I would just get depressed.
I didn't get much accomplished on my day off. I got my hairs cut, shopped a little and had lunch with Mom. Tonya, Alma and Tracy came over when they got off of work and we had Happy Hour over fun. Much fun ensued.
OMG, guess what? I bought size 12 britches yesterday! Granted, I had to pour myself into them. And they're stretch jeans. The regular size 12s weren't even thinking about fitting, but I sure as hell won't complain. I actually shed a few tears in the dressing room. I haven't worn a size 12 in ten years. Possibly more. I know I was a size 9/10 in 1994 after Ruby dumped me. Ahhh. Size 9/10. I shall never see it again, but I tell you what, I will be right happy if I can get myself into a size 12 proper. Woo! If I could get my ass to Curves, this would be taken care of. Ugh. Get dressed. Get in car. Drive somewhere. Exercise. EW. I really need to find my motivation for that.
My birds are cute. Have you seen them? That's Howard. The other one is Honky and I don't have a picture of him. I like Howard's head feathers.
Peace out.
I can't figure out what my problem is with blogging lately. I think of stuff to type and then when I open this window my mind goes blank. Part of it may be that a lot of what is on my mind these days involves Tracy and I don't want to share. I want to keep these things in my heart and mind. I quit chatting about a lot of things a good six weeks ago. Weird for me to not want to spill my guts, isn't it? What I am comfortable sharing right now is that I am happy, amazed, terrified, grateful, optimistic and I have perma-grin. She's the bomb diggity. :D
I am SO going to run out of gas one day. The closest gas station to the apartment is Exxon. I've shamefully been buying gas from them. I got ticked off at myself a couple of weeks ago and have been trying to buy gas elsewhere. Swear ta god I was running on fumes tonight. I hate Exxon. Bastards. Is Texaco any better? I don't feel like researching it because I would just get depressed.
I didn't get much accomplished on my day off. I got my hairs cut, shopped a little and had lunch with Mom. Tonya, Alma and Tracy came over when they got off of work and we had Happy Hour over fun. Much fun ensued.
OMG, guess what? I bought size 12 britches yesterday! Granted, I had to pour myself into them. And they're stretch jeans. The regular size 12s weren't even thinking about fitting, but I sure as hell won't complain. I actually shed a few tears in the dressing room. I haven't worn a size 12 in ten years. Possibly more. I know I was a size 9/10 in 1994 after Ruby dumped me. Ahhh. Size 9/10. I shall never see it again, but I tell you what, I will be right happy if I can get myself into a size 12 proper. Woo! If I could get my ass to Curves, this would be taken care of. Ugh. Get dressed. Get in car. Drive somewhere. Exercise. EW. I really need to find my motivation for that.
My birds are cute. Have you seen them? That's Howard. The other one is Honky and I don't have a picture of him. I like Howard's head feathers.
Peace out.
Dawn, 12:54 AM
