I need to take a sandblaster to my feet. They are disgusting. Seriously, if you saw my feet, you would be like, “Oh my God, Manic, you have the most vile feet soles of all of eternity!” You understand now why I am a foot-picker?
I need to lose 30 pounds, but I’d settle for 10. My high school reunion is in TWO MONTHS FROM TODAY! I wonder how many other DGN grads, class of ’87, are fretting about their weight right this very minute? Cuz, how can you want to go to your high school reunion feeling like a lard. Cuz that’s how I’m feeling.
I need to GET INTO A ROUTINE! My goal when school starts (TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY!) is to work at my freelance job from 8 – 10 a.m. every day. Then spend time with Tuke. Then feed Tukey lunch at 11, and get him to the bus at 11:20 for afternoon kindergarten. Then, from 11:30 till 12:30, I will exercise in some format, and then get my A$$ in the chair and write, write, WRITE! I firmly believe that learning to write is just like training for a marathon, or doing a sport. You have to do it every day to get your fingers, your mind, your stories into shape, and I have been very bad at doing so this summer.
I need to go HERE tomorrow!
Even though two-thirds of our children have no idea we are going to this tomorrow night, Tukey once said if we were ever to see American Idol in concert, he would make a sign that says: “My Mom wants Blake Lewis to be her next husband!”
I need to do laundry.
I need a cool treat.
I need to continue with the points because after all, it is, once again, MONDAY, diet day, and I have stuck to the points thus far.
I need to get back to WW meetings.
I need to not crave French fries and pizza. BTW, I did have some Kashi pizza tonight (you know, there’s a cereal called Kashi, right?). Well there’s pizza now too, and it was really good, high in fiber and all that crap. (Ha, fiber and crap in the same sentence!).
I need to show you this:
OK, so for my reunion, we have a website with our NOW and THEN photos. Let’s see if I can upload the THEN photo:
OK, so that’s my THEN photo twenty years ago. What's with the hair? The pearls are a nice touch though? You could tell, even then, I was a classy chick!
To be funny, I have started putting up goofy photos in place of my NOW photo, everything from my tattoo:
And currently, I have this picture up for NOW:
with this caption:
AS YOU CAN SEE, THE YEARS HAVE BEEN REALLY, REALLY GOOD TO ME! WOULDN'T YOU AGREE? : )
Is this funny to everyone else, or just in my own little warped mind? It’s my little Granny who is 95! Isn’t she a cutie?!
So, gauging from all of this, I guess I can end this post emphatically saying…
I NEED TO GET A LIFE!
Wouldn't you agree?
And hey, if you're a DGN grad, delurk and say hey!