Thursday, July 07, 2005
One more thing
Oh Yeah one more thing, the 1980's Alternative radio station on Launch Cast (Yahoo!) rules! I've just heard the Smiths, the Cure, and now New Order is on. I loved the '80s!
At Work At Lunch
I brought my laptop to write during lunch but then a co-worker from Downtown came by and we started talking and there goes my hour. I only have a little bit of time left so I thought I'd post something.
I actually brought my lunch today to save money and points. I should have known better to eat at my desk though. I should have been upstairs in the lunchroom. But it was nice seeing her anyway because she motivated me. She's lost 25 lbs! She's looking awesome.
I was also late today because I wanted to check on Seth to make sure he was OK and that I didn't have to take him to the Dr. He's OK, just very blistered. I worked from home this morning and that's always hectic.
I said I'd comment on Weight Watchers and I haven't. I got sidetracked with the whole rain and Seth's burn story.
This is what I'm going to write to the company. Why can't I print out my receipt from the online service and take it to the meeting to get a discount on those? I don't think it's a good idea to do the program online and then have to pay twice. I have to pay full price for the meetings and I just want to go there once a month to weigh in for some accountability. But then I have to pay for the weeks I miss too.
Isn't that crazy? I think so. Also, I couldn't give them my real starting weight before I lost these 7 lbs. I have to record the weight of when I started with them. Well that doesn't incentivise me. Okay, maybe I could look at it differently but it's going to be pretty darn hard.
So that's my Weight Watcher's story.
Oh yeah, also during lunch my sister has to call to stress me out that my father wants to rent my old apartment behind his house and I have to get all my crap out of it. How fun! It's always something with my dad.
Stories to come later: Books I found at my dad's house that were in the attic and my love of ink.
I actually brought my lunch today to save money and points. I should have known better to eat at my desk though. I should have been upstairs in the lunchroom. But it was nice seeing her anyway because she motivated me. She's lost 25 lbs! She's looking awesome.
I was also late today because I wanted to check on Seth to make sure he was OK and that I didn't have to take him to the Dr. He's OK, just very blistered. I worked from home this morning and that's always hectic.
I said I'd comment on Weight Watchers and I haven't. I got sidetracked with the whole rain and Seth's burn story.
This is what I'm going to write to the company. Why can't I print out my receipt from the online service and take it to the meeting to get a discount on those? I don't think it's a good idea to do the program online and then have to pay twice. I have to pay full price for the meetings and I just want to go there once a month to weigh in for some accountability. But then I have to pay for the weeks I miss too.
Isn't that crazy? I think so. Also, I couldn't give them my real starting weight before I lost these 7 lbs. I have to record the weight of when I started with them. Well that doesn't incentivise me. Okay, maybe I could look at it differently but it's going to be pretty darn hard.
So that's my Weight Watcher's story.
Oh yeah, also during lunch my sister has to call to stress me out that my father wants to rent my old apartment behind his house and I have to get all my crap out of it. How fun! It's always something with my dad.
Stories to come later: Books I found at my dad's house that were in the attic and my love of ink.
Life Is What Happens When You're Making Other Plans
I was telling my co-worker this afternoon that I was definitely going walking today to justify eating a bagel as an afternoon snack. I told her how many points it was (3) and that if I walk 40 minutes I will gain 3 points to trade. Hmm.... Anyway, I was so sure I was going to go walking today.
Then my sister calls me at 5:30 to ask me if I've left and do I know if it's raining on my side of town because it's pouring on hers. I don't know because I'm in a box without windows. I don't even remember that I'm supposed to go walking at this point.
As I finally walk out the building at 6:15 I smell the rain way before I see it. It was this really cool smell of rain and ink mixed together. I love the smell of ink by the way which is why I have worked for a newspaper for 20 years now if you count my high school paper, which I do. (more about my fetish with ink later) The smell was so strong in the hall that faces the dock door and I guess it was creeping in through there. I walked into the lobby and asked the security guards if it was raining and they said it was.
OK so on I go outside to walk in the light rain to my car. So far so good because it's not heavy rain. I get to my side of town and it's not raining yet, so now that I've remembered walking again I'm thinking that maybe I can beat the rain.
When I get to the babysitter's house and I see the baby's bottle of milk through the window sitting on the table and the babysitter walking into the kitchen with Seth screaming his head off. I think, "Boy he must be hungry!" She opens the door with a look of despair on her face and tells me that there's been an accident and that Seth burned the palm of his hand on her curling iron.
I almost start crying. I take him in my arms and hold him then sit down to look at his hand. He's screaming bloody murder and his hand is red. I almost start crying again. I feel all ugly inside. I can't believe this accident has happened but I see that the sitter is overly distraught and doesn't look well. I find myself soothing her and assuring her that it's okay and that accidents happen. She feels terrible that this has happened and she's worried about what my husband will say. My poor baby! He won't stop crying until the babysitter takes him and rocks him until finally he falls asleep.
So now I take him to the car and place him gingerly in his car seat so as to not wake him. Miranda climbs in on her side, I get the baby bags, I strap Miranda in and we're off to our house. Gone are thoughts of walking and the bagel I ate.
So much drama! He ended up fine later that day, running around like his old self, except that he has a little blister on his index finger and it has to be his right hand and he's showing signs of being right handed so far. My poor baby!!
By late evening it was pouring rain so I opted for 10 minutes of my rickety old staircase and 10 min of aerobic arms. I got my 3 points worth after all!
I know I said I'd write about WeightWatchers next time but it' s late and I'm tired. I need to get the baby bags together so I can be ready to go in the morning.
Oh, except for one more thing, or two really. A co-worker of mine is living in Paris for one year because her husband was transferred there. She sent me the most awesome e-mail that she doesn't even realize is so awesome. It's a wonderful description of her observations of the people who live in her building. It reminded me of the French movie "Amelie" with all the interesting characters. I told her she should really start a blog. (If she's reading this I hope she takes my advice!)
Then she tells me that another ex co-worker of ours Rachel Spencer is doing a blog from Paris for the Chronicle! Isn't that interesting??? Check it out if you get a chance at http://blogs.chron.com/auparis/.
I was really touched by her blog because she did something I attempted to do so long ago and that was leave Corporate America to write. What a brave woman! I sent her an e-mail and told her to just do right now while she's young and without children.
Good night and talk to you all soon! And I wonder why I can't wake up in the morning!
Then my sister calls me at 5:30 to ask me if I've left and do I know if it's raining on my side of town because it's pouring on hers. I don't know because I'm in a box without windows. I don't even remember that I'm supposed to go walking at this point.
As I finally walk out the building at 6:15 I smell the rain way before I see it. It was this really cool smell of rain and ink mixed together. I love the smell of ink by the way which is why I have worked for a newspaper for 20 years now if you count my high school paper, which I do. (more about my fetish with ink later) The smell was so strong in the hall that faces the dock door and I guess it was creeping in through there. I walked into the lobby and asked the security guards if it was raining and they said it was.
OK so on I go outside to walk in the light rain to my car. So far so good because it's not heavy rain. I get to my side of town and it's not raining yet, so now that I've remembered walking again I'm thinking that maybe I can beat the rain.
When I get to the babysitter's house and I see the baby's bottle of milk through the window sitting on the table and the babysitter walking into the kitchen with Seth screaming his head off. I think, "Boy he must be hungry!" She opens the door with a look of despair on her face and tells me that there's been an accident and that Seth burned the palm of his hand on her curling iron.
I almost start crying. I take him in my arms and hold him then sit down to look at his hand. He's screaming bloody murder and his hand is red. I almost start crying again. I feel all ugly inside. I can't believe this accident has happened but I see that the sitter is overly distraught and doesn't look well. I find myself soothing her and assuring her that it's okay and that accidents happen. She feels terrible that this has happened and she's worried about what my husband will say. My poor baby! He won't stop crying until the babysitter takes him and rocks him until finally he falls asleep.
So now I take him to the car and place him gingerly in his car seat so as to not wake him. Miranda climbs in on her side, I get the baby bags, I strap Miranda in and we're off to our house. Gone are thoughts of walking and the bagel I ate.
So much drama! He ended up fine later that day, running around like his old self, except that he has a little blister on his index finger and it has to be his right hand and he's showing signs of being right handed so far. My poor baby!!
By late evening it was pouring rain so I opted for 10 minutes of my rickety old staircase and 10 min of aerobic arms. I got my 3 points worth after all!
I know I said I'd write about WeightWatchers next time but it' s late and I'm tired. I need to get the baby bags together so I can be ready to go in the morning.
Oh, except for one more thing, or two really. A co-worker of mine is living in Paris for one year because her husband was transferred there. She sent me the most awesome e-mail that she doesn't even realize is so awesome. It's a wonderful description of her observations of the people who live in her building. It reminded me of the French movie "Amelie" with all the interesting characters. I told her she should really start a blog. (If she's reading this I hope she takes my advice!)
Then she tells me that another ex co-worker of ours Rachel Spencer is doing a blog from Paris for the Chronicle! Isn't that interesting??? Check it out if you get a chance at http://blogs.chron.com/auparis/.
I was really touched by her blog because she did something I attempted to do so long ago and that was leave Corporate America to write. What a brave woman! I sent her an e-mail and told her to just do right now while she's young and without children.
Good night and talk to you all soon! And I wonder why I can't wake up in the morning!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Kissing and Diets
No relation whatsoever but 2 things I was thinking about today. Yesterday I was writing about 2 of my characters having their first kiss and it reminded me of first kisses.
Remember those? The first time you ever kissed your husband or significant other? It's an interesting question I think. Really think about it.
Do you remember where you were? What was the temperature? What were you wearing? How did you feel? Did you have butterflies in your belly? I can tell you the exact location of where we were the first time we kissed.
I remember the feeling like it was yesterday and it will be 10 years in January. I was wearing black jeans, a green tank top with thin white stripes and a green jacket that I later lost at the Q Cafe. It was January but it was Houston January cold. We had dinner at Mesa restaurant that used to be on West Gray and they seated us outside in the courtyard.
Our first kiss happened at a bar across the street but then later when he walked me to my car he kissed me next to my car and I remember leaning my head back and my hair got all wet with the dew on my car window of the driver's side. He told me that my hair was getting wet and I told him I didn't care. That memory is really cool and one that both of us recall with fondness. There was something so sexy about it.
I have a theory that when we are having differences with our partner we should think about the first time we kissed him or her. If we think about what made us fall in love and decide to spend the rest of our lives together it will make the rest of our lives sound a lot better. :-)
Diets. I went to the Weightwatchers meeting for the first time today. I'll write more about that later. I'm going walking right now before it gets dark.
Remember those? The first time you ever kissed your husband or significant other? It's an interesting question I think. Really think about it.
Do you remember where you were? What was the temperature? What were you wearing? How did you feel? Did you have butterflies in your belly? I can tell you the exact location of where we were the first time we kissed.
I remember the feeling like it was yesterday and it will be 10 years in January. I was wearing black jeans, a green tank top with thin white stripes and a green jacket that I later lost at the Q Cafe. It was January but it was Houston January cold. We had dinner at Mesa restaurant that used to be on West Gray and they seated us outside in the courtyard.
Our first kiss happened at a bar across the street but then later when he walked me to my car he kissed me next to my car and I remember leaning my head back and my hair got all wet with the dew on my car window of the driver's side. He told me that my hair was getting wet and I told him I didn't care. That memory is really cool and one that both of us recall with fondness. There was something so sexy about it.
I have a theory that when we are having differences with our partner we should think about the first time we kissed him or her. If we think about what made us fall in love and decide to spend the rest of our lives together it will make the rest of our lives sound a lot better. :-)
Diets. I went to the Weightwatchers meeting for the first time today. I'll write more about that later. I'm going walking right now before it gets dark.
Update on Book
Writing along all weekend. I wrote more this weekend than ever before. I finished Chapter 7 and started Chapter 9. I will go back to write chapters 6 and 8 later after I've finished 9. I need to do some more research and I need to think some more about those 2 characters from chapters 6 and 8. Once I'm done with these 3 chapters I'm done with my first draft! YEAH!! I'll go back and I'll start the rewriting and editing process.
Hope you all had a good long weekend. Besides writing, doing laundry and going to my JW meetings I didn't do anything else. I vegged the rest of the time.
Hope you all had a good long weekend. Besides writing, doing laundry and going to my JW meetings I didn't do anything else. I vegged the rest of the time.
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