I'm back...

So, due to yet another illness, I took some time away from the blog.

Gotta love a cocktail of morphine, toradol, tylenol 3 and celebrex!

Anyway, because of my 'illness' I wasn't able to go to work these past few days.

I am not sure what was worse - the pain from being ill or the pain experienced while watching daytime t.v.!

There is NOTHING on during the day that is worth watching! NOTHING!

I ended up suffering through talk shows and repeats of Beverly Hills 90210. For an hour each day, I also watched Bringing Baby Home on TLC.

Let me just say, that although I still really want children, I now know for a fact that I no longer want twins. The idea always seemed like fun while I was growing up. TLC educated me on the reality! Holy crap are they a lot of work!!!!!!!

Anyway, I will sign off for now - still not fully coherent (though, really, was I ever?)

- i

Speaking of books...

I haven't read it myself yet (because it isn't available until February) but I wanted to let everyone know about my friend's first published novel.

Holding My Breath
by Sidura Ludwig

Check out her website:

http://www.sidura.com

New diet....

I am on day 2 of my new diet – eating better, exercising and taking life with two grains of salt.

Yesterday I actually got onto the treadmill and ran 5 km, which I am quite pleased with, considering that it was the first time I had stepped onto the treadmill in about a month. I am hoping to go again today too. (After all, I don’t have much of an excuse not to go, considering that the treadmill is in my building!)

Before you become too impressed, though, I have to admit that the only reason why I began exercising again was because of my husband. You see, I dropped something in the apartment early yesterday evening. When I bent over to pick said thing up, my husband started laughing…it seems that my bottom has become noticeably larger since we have moved in together. So large, in fact, that it apparently induces uncontrollable laughter from my husband.

Suffice to say, I was not impressed by his reaction, but on the other hand, I was motivated into action.

To my defence, I also blame my husband for my increase in size. He comes from a family that loves to eat out almost every night (and every day for that matter). With him always suggesting that we order in / get takeout / go to a restaurant, I haven’t prepared as many home cooked meals of late as I used to when I lived with my parents.

When this is combined with the additional issue that my husband is not the type of person who likes going for long walks (or even short walks for that matter, other than at a very leisurely pace), the problem starts to become obvious.

I have a very large appetite – almost insatiable actually. I used to be able to indulge myself, though, because I ate mainly healthy foods and I went for regular, fast-paced, long walks with my mother! Now that I live with my husband instead, I have been eating almost nothing but fatty, unhealthy foods and have barely been getting any exercise at all.

Things changed yesterday.

Wish me luck!

As for the grains of salt – I need to start letting things slide off my back instead of irritating me so much (and no, I am not talking about the laughter but rather other more inane things). My fuse has become much shorter lately and I have ‘snapped’ more than once on issues that really do not warrant such strong reaction. This is not the real me! Perhaps the exercise will help in making me a more pleasant person but I will also make a conscious effort to ‘turn the other cheek’ more often. Life is far too short to be such a cranky bitch all the time!

p.s. One thing that always makes me happy is reading a good book…I am still waiting for people to recommend some to me!

Mishmash...

I am tired. I really have no reason to be, I just am. So I blame the weather. I think the new ice age is upon us!

Ordinarily, when the weather gets to be this cold, I like to hibernate inside. This past Saturday night, however, I went with my husband to his work holiday party (they do it in January every year). I had a great time – dinner and tons of dancing – my kind of evening. They even had the NFL games showing on a large screen T.V. in the lounge area, so all my bases were covered.

The only thing was that this woman, who to her credit works really hard all year, decided to consume massive amounts of free alcohol that night to unwind. Who cares, you might ask yourself (or me). Well, she drank so much that her sense of balance was extremely altered! In the process of stumbling backwards on the dance floor, in high and pointy shoes I might add, she stepped rather heavily on my ankle (narrowly missing my Achilles!) Luckily my husband was there for me to grab because I would have fallen as well. She was so drunk that she didn’t even realise that she had stepped on me, let alone caused me severe pain, so she didn’t apologise. I only mention this whole thing because it really hurts to walk in shoes or boots now. Seriously people – if you are going to drink, drink responsively – not only should you not drink and drive, you should not drink and dance if you cannot handle your booze!

Oh well – at least the injury has given me yet another excuse to get out of exercising for a few days. Speaking of exercising, it is amazing how many excuses one can derive, when that one is me, to get out of stepping onto the treadmill. It is too bad that I don’t burn substantive calories in the process of thinking up the excuses! Despite the fact that once I am on the treadmill I actually do not mind that much to continue running, it is like pulling teeth for me to get to the machine! The only upside to this horrendous weather that we have been suffering through is that I won’t be wearing a bathing suit any time soon so I guess I am ok for now.

One more thing about the weather – my ‘routine maintenance’ break warning light keeps coming on…but only when the car is really cold (it doesn’t come on after I pull out from my heated underground garage). I tried getting a hold of my mechanic on Friday but he didn’t call me back. I know I should go somewhere else but I actually ‘trust’ my guy to not rip me off…anybody have any ideas???

p.s. I have decided to keep writing about me, but I will try really hard to not write about my friends anymore.

Explanation

Hi there all.

For those of you who have visited my blog site previously, you will notice that I have taken down all of my previous postings.

A very close friend of mine in the 'real' world became upset after reading my blog because she was disappointed that I was writing about things that I wasn't sharing with her privately in person. (Note this is someone about whom I have never written as our friendship is great and thus no ranting required...)

However, her reaction made me realise that the people about whom I was writing (who do not know about my blog but who might discover it) might read the blog and be hurt...something that was NEVER my intention. (While I stand by what I wrote, I do feel somewhat guilty about airing our issues in public...)

Thus I have deleted all of my previous postings.

I will be maintaining my blog but will no longer be writing so much about my personal life...which will be tough! I am in the process of figuring out exactly what I am going to write about instead...AND I will miss the exhibitionistic/voyeuristic pleasure of maintaining a diary that I know is 'peeked at' by others.

Please bare with me during this transition.

Oh - and before I sign off for today - I do need to rant about something:

I chose the WRONG friggin week to go south for holidays!

While I was gone, the weather 'back home' was a balmy minus 4 degrees Celcius.

Now that I have returned, the weather is much less pleasant. This morning on my way to work the radio announced that, when taking into account the windchill, the temperature had plummeted to minus 48 degrees Celsius. AND, unfortunately, NO I AM NOT EXAGERATING!