Tuesday, August 31, 2010


  • I've been laid up for the past week with what I self-diagnosed as sciatica. I finally made it back to the gym yesterday and had a nice, easy workout. My husband was concerned I was going to get addicted to ibuprofen. If anything I was addicted to my hot water bottle. I think I've finally kicked it.
  • I've discovered the reason I'm a Gleek. It's one of the (very) few new shows that's not a reality show. Every single program on the TV right this second is a reality show, unless it's a rerun.
  • I'm off to England tomorrow to visit with friends. I will eat like royalty which will undo any progress I've made at the gym. 
  • We took Meg's little guy for a couple of hours on Saturday. We had a lovely time in the park with him, but he was so happy to see his mommy again he started to cry. It was the sweetest thing ever. 
  • I had a dream about my cat, Obie, last night. For new readers to my blog, he died last year just a few days before we were married. In my dream I told him that I miss him and think about him every single day. Then I had to go because Samuel L. Jackson was trying to break into my house through the upstairs window and I had to defeat him.


  1. On the contrary; I think he started to cry because he wanted to spend more time with you and Wes! :-D Have a blast in England! See you when you get back.

  2. i just returned to the gym also this week. The feeling good part hasn't started yet, still in the "i really don't want to do this" mode. Keep up the good work, don't overdo and have a great time in England