il mio viaggio

Small Frye can be annoying.  Really annoying.  Even our cat, Top, thinks so.  After Small Frye chased Top up a tree, I ran into the house to fetch the camera, hoping I could capture the moment.  By the time I found the camera, Top was already back on the deck under a chair.  I think I captured an even better shot though.  Smack.

I found a Little Mermaid twin sheet set at Goodwill for $2.  After a thorough washing and bleaching, hubby and I donned our new sheets at a Toga Party on Friday night.  Saturday was a really nice hike, and a night out with friends at my brother’s gig.  Sunday was a major Thai food indulgence/derailment.  Feelin’ all of it today.  What did ya’ll do this weekend?

… since Say Anything was released in the theatres.  Can you believe that?  I was 10 years old.  I’m home sick with cramps.  I realized at about 9a that we have the Encore channels.  I just watched, for the first time, Say Anything from start to finish, and man-oh-man is that the most awesomely awesome, kick-ass movie.  Rent it.  Watch it.  Cry like a bitch over it.  I did.

Here’s a pic of my Lloyd Dobler at the Buffett concert last night.  Yes, I made the hat.  And yes, he wore it the entire time.  And he even drew me a picture for it!

Remember this?  Well, I’m back.  Today and tomorrow.  And it still stinks just as bad as it always did.  Except today, the office manager was nice.  She offered me a can of compressed air to clean off my work area.

This is a multi-million-dollar company.  They own a country club, three minor league baseball teams, and a healthcare comopany.  They spent tens of thousands of dollars on their servers, network, and software.  And here I am, sitting in the hub of all of it, covered in cat litter.  Sheesh.

This morning was my weigh-in day.  I’ve been really good all week.  Except for a few drinks over the weekend.  Oh yeah, and a shitton of drinks one night.  I am still up a half pound since last week.  I’ve been so sore for the past two days.  Surely one 30-minute strength-training class on Monday night couldn’t have done that!  It’s like my body doesn’t remember what exercise is.  Maybe I’m retaining muscle water weight since my muscles are sore.  Can’t that happen?  Please say it can.  Couple my weigh-in with the $600 check I just made out to “US Treasury,” and I’m ready for a jager shot, and it’s only 10a.  Eff the IRS.  (BTW, I’m a Tax Accountant.)

Brandie, my nephs loved their baskets.  The KISS eggs were their favorite part.  Not the candy inside, just the eggs.  They kept lining them up and just looking at them.  It was so cute.  Next year, I’m just doing “rock” eggs: KISS, Twisted Sister, etc.  That’ll save me money and plus I won’t be tempted with all the candy I bought to stuff the baskets. 

The county/city where I work has a really nice facility that offers a discounted montly rate for county residents.  I don’t live in the county, so I can’t partake, however, they also offer classes (Zumba, Step, Strength Training, Cycling) that are free to the public.  I’ve been taking them for about a year now.  I must say, the Step class has really shaped by butt.  And I only take it once a week for 45 minutes, but I guess over a year’s time, yowzers!  If everything on my body could be as hard as my butt, I would be really happy.  The Zumba class offered twice a week.  It is an infusion of latin dance and aerobics, and it is so much fun.  Usually the class is packed, and everyone is hooping and hollering through the whole thing.  So it’s a real mental boost, too.

I hope your weather is as good as ours today.  They’re calling for sun, sun, sun and 70 degrees.  WOOT.  I think I will skip the cycling class this afternoon to mow the dog runs and maybe go for a long walk.

Happy Humpday, Sisterchicks.  Happy Tax Day, to all those here in the US <sarcasm>!  And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sistah Pat!

-kt

I did 60 mins of Zumba yesterday, plus 30 mins of strength training.  I had sweat rolling down into my eyeballs, drying out my contacts.  Feels goooood.

My gfriend forwarded me a pic from Kev’s promo gig last week.  See my neon green shoes?  It’s like my fave pair of shoes.  I found them at a discount store in Manhattan about 5 years ago.

That’s my goal this week.  Alcohol ruined my weekend.  Well, let me rephrase that.  I had FUN this weekend; but my waistline isn’t responding as positively.  Kev and I are attending a music event on Saturday night, and I am determined to feel lean by then.  So this week’s goal should be fairly easy: no alcohol til Saturday, not even wine.  Did I just say easy?  I have a girls’ night on Thursday.  My friends are making me fat.  Yeah, that’s it.  Sheesh.

I just put together my nephew’s Easter baskets.  See the KISS eggs?  Kev painted them up to look like every makeup KISS member: Ace, Eric, and Gene in one basket, and Vinnie, Paul, and Peter in the other.

The Twins are KISS freaks obviously.  And now they have my nephews hooked.  If you don’t remember, we all (e.g. the Twins, wives, and nephews) dressed as all six KISS makeup members last Halloween.  I am Eric Carr (the orange one).

And here’s a partial shot of Kev’s gig last night.  It was a promo gig at one of the local malls.  The Easter bunny even came out to play.

Happy Easter, sisterchicks.

-kt

I don’t know what is up, but I haven’t had an appetite since Sunday.  I ate pretty light on Sunday, and it’s like my body got used to it in one day.  I don’t want to jinx myself so I will shut up now.  Except to say that some super cute Ann Taylor Loft shorts that I bought at Rugged Wearhouse for like $7 on Saturday are already fitting very nicely (and they were TIGHT on Saturday).  Okay, gonna shut it now.

It is gorgeous here today (NC foothills).  Hubby has a gig tonight, so I’m going to try to eat light so that I can have a few drinks tonight.  Definitely won’t be the drunken debauchery from Sunday night’s gig.

Anyone remember Electric Light Orchestra?  Don’t Bring Me Down?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller?

In case you were wondering, this is in reference to the scale.  And I even had a beer last night for one of my girlfriend’s birthday.  WOOT.