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mindless in overdrive.

By revolutionaire.
1. So apparently part of the stimulus package is to let me keep a little more of my income. I got paid today and it had appeared I got a raise. We'll say I did, because shit, I'm getting paid more, but really it's no reflection of my own personal job-well-done.

2. Saturday I went to the beach. It was awesome. I hardly went in the water, as that wasn't my plan when I headed that way. I wanted to soak up some sun. (I'm a freakishly white Irish girl and I use half a bottle of sunblock in one visit, but there isn't another feeling in the world that simulates the feeling of soaking up warm, life-giving sun rays on a breezy day at lands' end.

3. My friend and fellow blogger, Laura posted a list of things that made her happy. I think I'm going to do that later today. It'd probably be a good exercise in positivity; although I think I'm retaining a great deal of that through all the shit that went down Saturday night.

4. Sunday I wanted too much. Go see the Vagina Monologues with my aptly named friend Twinkle and Ariane. Celebrate with Angela's family. Visit Jeff, Kelly, Todd, and Susan. Ride the shit out of my bike. I ended celebrating with Angela's family, but really that only happened because their celebrating happened to happen at my house. Don't get me wrong, I love people, but I'd have rather ridden my bike all day. Or stayed in the bathtub so long I turned into a fish.

5. Tomorrow ends the first month of my living in the Magnolia House -- and yes, I named my house. And I can honestly say I don't know how it could be any better. I outdoors so much more often. I'm in a better mood most days, and I love the convenience of being no more than ten minutes from anything.

6. Speaking of the Magnolia House, I assure all who are interested, I'll take the pictures that are long overdue and post them here soon. I'd sort of been waiting to finalize everything, but then I realized rooms like my office and the art 'studio' probably won't ever be looking straight out of Good Housekeeping . . .

7. I've lost 13 pounds since January. It's not remarkable, but it shows my commitment and dedication. I want to lose weight and I'm half way to 25lbs down! How cool is that!? Again, I really want to get back out on my bike soon. Maybe today if I'm not too tired.

8 and last. Speaking of tired. I drank all but one glass (Angela had that one) of a bottle of a hearty cabernet yesterday -- starting with breakfast, honestly. As I sat down last night to finally tinker on my own computer with our new wireless network, I sipped down the last three glasses. And then when bedtime came, I wasn't feeling sleepy. Staying up until 330 and waking up at 530 because you have to pee doesn't suck as bad as I thought it would.

more later. (see: happiness list.)

Comments

Samsmama said…
You're lucky. I drank all but one glass of a large bottle of Chardonnay ($6, mind you) last night and I feel like ass today. I'm getting old.
March 30, 2009 at 1:15 PM
revolutionaire. said…
downing a six dollar bottle of any alcohol is ahit or miss event, isn't it?
March 30, 2009 at 5:08 PM
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