I know. Long time no blog. I was sick. I was tired. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I got a prescription. I feel better.
10/27 – e-mail to lottery-playing coworkers
The Powerball pool has gotten completely off track. No point in denying it. I know it and you know it. We actually ran out of money last Wednesday, but that’s okay because I didn’t buy a ticket for Saturday anyway. I have a lot of excuses you don’t want to hear. “Where’s the money?” That’s all you people care about. So let us move along briskly.
To be in the next round, drop off your dollar by noon Friday. You’ll want to get it in quickly. By this time next week, I expect to be intolerable. I started taking Chantix on Monday (you take it for a week before you quit smoking). I expect no pats on the back, because I DON’T WANT TO QUIT. I won’t be wanting encouragement next week, I’ll be wanting a damn cigarette.
See, I’m getting grumpy already. Out of sheer rebellion, I’ve decided to get a tattoo.
10/29 – e-mail to lottery-playing coworkers
I don’t want to name names, but some of you still owe me money. Stop procrastinating.
I’m down to half a pack of cigarettes and no plan. You’re supposed to have a plan. I don’t have a plan, and that’s the story of my life. It’s crunch time, action is required, but the only plan I have is something vague in the back of my brain… quit smoking, don’t overeat, exercise more, meditate…make a plan!
By Sunday night, I’ll probably be scaring the trick-or-treaters.
10/30 – notes on babysitting for Cosette and Baby Bret while their parents go to a Halloween party
Obviously these two (Gina and Bret) need to get away. They were standing in the doorway ready to leave just about the time I picked up Baby Bret, who was screaming loud enough to curdle breast milk. They looked at me, smiled, said “Bye” and never looked back. This would have been unheard of when Cosette was three months old. The times they are a-changin’.
10/31 – notes on quitting smoking
Quit smoking. Big whoop. It’s going okay. I guess.
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I looked back for a moment, but Bret said he wasn’t going back and wasn’t worried…which was good enough for me. In fact I thought, “what a bummer mom can’t babysit when she’s in the hospital for her surgery”. Praying all will go well, which I’m sure it will. Love you mom!
Very funny Mom.