big time

UPS in time for my PMS

There’s something in my eye.  Despite the fact that my left eye is all teary and inflamed, I’m still cranking out my entry.

Everything I do, I do it for you.

Yesterday I received a package in the mail.  It was a very heavy box.

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hot sweaty backs

pamie packs a punch

“Oh, hey,” Eric said to me last night before we went to sleep, “we don’t have to get on a plane tomorrow, do we?”

“No,” I replied.

“Good.  I don’t want to get on another plane for a while.”

Although the family reunion was a lot of fun, Eric and I are really tired of airplanes.  I swear the seats get smaller and hotter with each connecting flight.

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“how’s gramma?”

Family Feud ain’t got nothin’ on us.

(I’m writing this on the 24th because I will be on a plane on the 25th, so we’ll all pretend that I’m writing this tomorrow)

I forgot to mention yesterday that the one thing that kept me going during the new Advanced Tae-Bo tape was the fact that it looked like Ben Stiller was working out in these little spandex pants.  Oh, man, that guy looks like a sweaty, mad Ben Stiller.  And that’s enough to keep me going.  Really, it is.

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backwards jumping jacks

and why there’s a bruise on the back of my leg

I got the Tae-Bo Advanced Live 2 in the mail the other day and I tried it out on Monday afternoon when I was sitting around being quiet.  I wanted to hear Billy shout for a little while.

I was all prepared to write an entry about how Tae-Bo was getting easier and these Advanced Live tapes are wussing out.  I had finished it on Monday without even starting to cry once.  I was a little winded, but not like when you finish a normal Tae-Bo workout.  I was sure that of the Advanced Tapes I had, this was indeed the lamest.

And then I did it again last night.

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little voice

I’m feeling a bit better

Well, what happens when you sit around your house for two days feeling sorry for yourself and not talking?

Your voice comes back.

Not completely, but enough for me to come back to work.  Enough for me to get out of the house, which I really needed.  Last night I was so bored from sitting around my house that I fell asleep at eleven.  I haven’t done that in I don’t know how long.

Because so much time has passed since my last “real” entry, things are starting to blur and fade.  The wholeness of the weekend is starting to break up into moments that I don’t want to forget.  Now I just have little notes to myself:

 

things to remember…

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Silent Nights

Here’s the deal.

I have no voice.  Because of that, I am going to be spending quite a bit of time at home.  Alone.  Without internet service.  For some reason I cannot connect at home at all, and it’s driving me crazy.

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rage and ennui

how to write an award-winning one year journal

So, here we are.  One year later.  One year of Squishy.

I guess it’s been more of a journey for me than for anyone else.  I didn’t use to think of things like Doogie Howser.  Now every time something happens someone either pops out with a “This will be in Squishy,” or I think to myself, “How am I going to make this interesting enough for Squishy?”

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zzzz

talking in our sleep

I feel absolutely terrible today.  My face is all puffy, my head is stuffed up.  My voice is all rough.  My throat hurts.  I was up late last night feeling sorry for myself and not making things any better.

What is it that compels me to blame other people for my own insecurities?  I don’t know.  I really don’t.

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Weekend Recap

and an open letter to Mike Myers

Dear Mike Myers,

Thank you so much for making the sequel to Austin Powers every bit as much fun as the first one.  I laughed so much I didn’t even mind Fat Bastard, nor the fact that my loud, obnoxious laughing made the people behind me put a large glob of blue gum in my hair.  Even when Eric had to cut the piece of gum out of my head when I found it two hours later I just thought of Mini Me and everything was fine.  I went in thinking that I wasn’t going to like it and it was going to be a bunch of the same jokes, but you kept me surprised and peeing my pants.

Thanks.

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