Sistah Pat

Ahhh!  No committments today.  I’m sitting here at the table relaxing and having my coffee.  I woke up feeling good that I don’t have to work today but then I got to thinking about it.  I need to clean the house.  I still need to clean the RV.  I need to do laundry.  I still have tons of plants to get in the ground.  I need to set up the tent and inflate the air bed to see if it has any leaks. (The boys want to have the option of sleeping in the RV or a tent on vacation).  I need to work on the treadmill.  I need to go to the store.  I need to get all this done before David brings Jake and Scout over for me to babysit.

On the weight issue…179.5.   Need I say STILL 179.5??  I upped the calories some the last few days and I think that was a mistake.  I’ve also eaten some popcorn in the evenings the last couple days and I don’t even like popcorn.  Well, not that much anyway.  Jake and Scout love it and I’ve been exposed to it while I’m watching them so I’ve started eating it.

I got up determined to workout on the treadmill this morning before it gets too hot.  I know I’m jogging in the pool for an hour everyday but it just isn’t as much of a workout.  So, little chicklets, I’m off to the treadmill.

10:00 - Ahhhh…the treadmill is over for today.  95 minutes at 3.0mph, and 607 calories.  I went 4.6 miles in increments of 1%, all the way up the incline and all the way back down.  I’m feeling pretty smug because it wasn’t an easy workout.  I found out that it’s not the batteries in my MP3, it’s the player itself.  It kept shutting down on me but then it would immediately restart.  After fooling with it for an hour and a half and listening to Enrique Iglasias sing “I will Survive” 47 times (well, maybe not that many…) I discovered that it was happening whenever I turned the volume up.  As long as I didn’t adjust the volume, it kept playing.  Weird!  It’s under warranty but I wonder if it could have something to do with the headphones?  Oh well, that’s what DH is for.  I’ll let him deal with it.  I think I’ll go back up to the first paragraph and strike out things as I get them done today.  First to go is the treadmill!

12:45 - The house is clean.  Actually, let me rephrase that…The house is as clean as it’s going to get today.

3:15 - My back is killing me!  The plants have all been tucked in the flower beds and watered down.  The laundry is moving right along.  I won’t get it all done but then, I don’t think it’s been completely done since around March 24, 1987 anyway.

Here’s a kicker…Stacy called me a while ago.  She and David are back together.  Can you believe it?????!!!!!  She said she wanted to apologize for putting me through so much.  She said she realized what she was doing and she doesn’t want to go down that road.  Said she’s back on her medication and loves David and the kids so much she doesn’t want anything to mess up their lives together.  And, like an idiot, I’m sitting here wondering if she truly is going to make it work.  I’m thinking, Well, she didn’t stay gone too long this time.  Only a couple of weeks.  And she’s been okay for two years now.  Maybe she really is going to be okay.  I don’t even want to think about it.  She’s home, everybody’s happy, I’m getting my car back, and I don’t have to worry about Jake and Scout.  Nuff said.  So, I get to mark off watching Jake and Scout.

3:45 - I put up the boys tent and inflated the airbed in it.  Man, it’s really pushing the limits.  Their little two person tent is not that big.  The air bed is really nice.  It’s real comfy and it comes up to a full size bed height so you don’t have to crawl around on the ground.  A full size bed or two twin air matresses would probably be okay but the queen size airbed fits in there like a pillow stuffed in a tight pillowcase.  It wouldn’t surprise me if it busted the seams of their tent.  Maybe I should just get a couple of twin size air matresses.  Anyway, I get to mark off another chore and now I’m heading to the store.  I’m moving the RV prep to tomorrow’s list.  I know, I know, I keep moving it to the next day.  My friends keep nagging me to get ready for vacation because I’m leaving in just 9 days, but hey, that means I still have 9 days, right?