Asking For A Junk Punch

Posted By on January 31, 2011

On Sunday, as I was relaxing in my house in my comfy Santa Claus pajamas, and watching as much Dexter as I could, there was a noise in the hallway outside my front door. It was the sound of my neighbor’s kid squealing about something. This is a pretty common occurrence. He’s probably 3 or 4 and is a happy, cute little kid. I see him with his dad sometimes as I’m leaving for work in the mornings.

But then the squealing didn’t stop. The kid was apparently running up and down the hall, screaming and yelling and just enjoying himself. I figured he was waiting for one of the parents to catch up with him and then he was going to go in the elevator and the noise, it would stop.

I was not so lucky. Because apparently the neighbors decided that it was too much effort to let their kid go play outside, even though it was not snowing or raining or sleeting outside. I mean, it is winter, so it wasn’t warm, but it was fine enough to have the kid go to the park or run on the sidewalk and NOT in the hallway outside my living room.

So I did what any normal person did, I went to Twitter to complain.

And then I asked the Twitter parents if this was something they would allow their kid to do. The consensus was a resounding NO. And look, I know kids need to burn off energy. If there were three feet of snow outside and no way for this kid to run around, I would be OK with it. But that was NOT THE CASE.

After 30 minutes, I just got mad. And instead of saying something to them, I just decided to make passive aggressive comments, loudly, from my couch, hoping they would hear. And turned up the TV and hoped that the little tyke was outside my door when Deb Morgan when off on one of her motherfucking, curse-laden tirades.

And even after that didn’t help, shockingly, I made idle threats to Twitter and Facebook about punching my neighbor in the throat and promising to blast my loud rap music at midnight that night, complete with explicit lyrics.

In reality, all it did was piss me off and force me to get off my ass and get dressed and go to the grocery store. So there’s that.

But still. A condo building hallway is no place for your kid to play soccer. Our front doors aren’t soundproof. I can hear it ALL. It’s annoying! Especially when I want to relax on the weekend. And what if I was trying to sleep off a hangover? It’s not just you and your kid that live in this building, people!

The next time it happens, I will take action. Or not. Let’s be honest, I will be doing the same damn thing.

Where I Have Been

Posted By on January 30, 2011

I’m pretty sure there is probably a post with this title already. Especially in the last year, seeing as my posting has become so infrequent.

Last week I thought about giving up blogging altogether. I feel like I have nothing left to say and maybe it was time to retire this site. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, like half the internet does, because I knew I was PMSing and it was probably my hormones. And wouldn’t you know it, now here I am writing on this post.

I would like to have some super interesting story as to why I haven’t been writing here, especially all of last week. Something interesting like “I worked out at the gym every night and met a cute boy and we eloped!”

The truth is that I spent last Sunday drinking my face off watching football and started the day like this:

And I ended up the night in almost the exact same place – my bathroom. Although at the end of the evening I was praying to the porcelain gods and lying on the floor of the bathroom sans pants, still in my jersey. What happened in between was a lot of shots. And I’m sure many vows to never drink again. In fact, I haven’t had a drink since waking up on my bathroom floor without pants on, sleeping on my discarded jeans on my bathroom floor.

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In other news, I am back to having a roommate. My sister moved back in on Saturday. But this time, she’s paying rent, has a job and will have to buy her own groceries. And it is just until the end of March. And I could really use the money.

I hope we like each other this much in two months.

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Saturday I had a hair appointment. And I went from the blonde up above back to a brunette.

I really missed having brown hair. I just like myself better as a brunette.

(Side note: this is me, sans makeup, in the unforgiving natural light)

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After I got my hair done, I went to spend the day with this baby girl!

We fed her those fruit puffs and she wasn’t too sure about them. She’s crawling now and getting into everything. She’s like a cat. The world’s most adorable cat ever!

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The rest of my weekend was spent watching seasons 3 & 4 of Dexter. No, really. I watched 7 hours of season 4 today and only stopped because it tends to infiltrate my dreams and I wonder what Deb Morgan is doing in Chicago and why I’m working for a police department investigating some brutal murder. And well, that’s not my ideal way to spend my resting hours.

It also makes me think everyone is a murderer or serial killer.

Although this led to me trying to explain to my sister what “casing” meant.

Silly kids…

??So what have you all been up to? Please tell me it is more exciting than what I have been up to! PLEASE!

Up In The Gym

Posted By on January 19, 2011

So I think I mentioned that back before Christmas, I started Weight Watchers again. They rolled out a new program and I figured that was just the thing I needed to jumpstart my motivation and get back on track.

Then Jennie started a Biggest Blogging Loser contest with A LOT of money on the line and let’s just say, I am doing so much better this time around.

With the new WW program, it’s like I’m starting all over. Things have changed and I can’t just automatically know the points of something off the top of my head. I have to calculate all of it and log it all. And I have quite a few friends that have started this new program as well and they have been a lifesaver to bounce ideas off of, share tips with and exchange recipes. It feels like the first time I did WW when my friend Kristina was with me every step and because of her, I lost a lot of weight.

That time I was also in my mid-20s. So I could easily just change my diet and watch the weight fall off. My first week back then, I lost like 6 pounds. Now I’m lucky to lose A pound.

The key, for me, at my age with my slow-as-molasses metabolism, is that I have to work out. The only way to keep on track and actually lose some weight, even if I drink too much beer or eat a burrito, is to work out consistently. As I’m sure you’ve noticed from years of reading this blog, working out consistently is not something I do. I can drink booze consistently. I can sleep consistently. I can shove food into my piehole consistently. I can watch TV consistently. Working out consistently? HAHAHAHA! Don’t make me laugh. Oh wait. I just did.

I joined a gym last year. I don’t even remember when it was. I know I was going, a few days a week, and then the Kristin Johnsons hit. In fact, before last night, the last time I had been to the gym and worked out, I remember being on the treadmill and almost crapping my pants right then and there. I figured it was best to avoid working out until after I had kicked the KJs.

If you’ll recall, I kicked those back in August. I mean, it’s now almost February. I’ve been paying monthly for that gym and have only gone once in the last six months and that was to use the shower. Kind of sad.

But then I signed up for Netflix. And I was made aware of their amazing movies and TV shows available on Instant Streaming. And I realized that there was an app for that. So I could watch TV, whatever I wanted, not what was on at the time, and work out. This has been a dream of mine for ages!

So Tuesday night, in ice and snow, I dragged my ass to the gym after work. And I got in 40 minutes of cardio. And I watched the first episode ever of X-Files! And tonight? 50 minutes as I watched Monday night’s premiere of Heavy on A&E. (Talk about added motivation to work out!) And tomorrow? Back to X-Files. Because there is like nine seasons! And who doesn’t love Fox Mulder?

I realize I have a long road ahead of me, but the fact that I’m enjoying working out is a big deal to me. It is super easy to remind myself that what I usually do when I get home is watch TV, so why not do that at the gym and burn some calories? Because there are A LOT of TV shows I have never seen! And none of us should be surprised that when it comes down to it, TV is my biggest motivator.

I Went To Austin And Ate And Napped

Posted By on January 17, 2011

This past weekend I took a trip to Austin to visit some friends. She lives there and she was driving down from Dallas to join. It was a regular Bloggerpalooza!

I had never been to Austin before. The only thing I knew about Austin was that they like their football and burnt orange. Then Regan moved there and opened to my eyes to all the amazing food that was available to shove into my piehole in Austin. So when asked what I wanted to do while I was there, I just said “eat with reckless abandon.”

And I think I did well.

First on my list was Frank, where I had the most amazing sausage ever. It was house-made beef, pork, caramelized shallot and fresh cilantro sausage, with cheddar cheese, scallion, sour cream, guacamole, diced tomato and refried beans. It was freaking delicious. I felt right at home there.

We met Natalie for lunch and it was so lovely to meet her in person. I only wish I could have hung out with her more!

On Friday night, we continued the bloggy theme of the weekend and met out two other bloggers for dinner. I have known TUWABVB online for years and it was such a pleasure to finally meet her in person and hug her and thank her again for keeping me sane through my whole condo-buying experience.

We had dinner at Max’s Wine Dive, which pretty much describes my version of heaven.

Saturday was filled with more food, of course, including lunch at the famous Austin haunt, The Hula Hut.

Then Slynnro took me around Austin, showed me the campus of UT and the capitol building.

And then we went back to the hotel to take a nap. Because we are hard core like that. And let me tell you, it was a glorious nap.

Saturday night was dinner out with Regan and her husband and home early to put on stretchy pants and watch a movie. It sounds boring, but seeing as Regan is pregnant and I’m old, it suited me just fine. It was a perfectly restful, relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

We parted ways on Sunday, not before having one more meal. This one was an amazing fried egg sandwich on challah (HOLLA!) at Diner 24. Yes, again, tasted as good as it looks.

Was a perfect weekend away and it was definitely worth it to finally meet this handsome fellow in person (and chase him around the house and play with his Legos):

Austin, I am in love. I will be back. Next time let’s work on some better weather, shall we?

Can’t Talk Now…

Posted By on January 11, 2011

Oh hello, there. I apologize that I am unable to come to this blog right now, because I’ve been busy doing this for the last 10 hours:

Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as hot water is no longer a novelty.