Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Yesterday, I thought about the clearest path for the mattress dudes to get the new mattress up to our room. The way I remembered it, they had to back our current one up the stairs, into the office and then into our room. Well, the office kind of reminded me of Carol Anne's room from Poltergeist...
Like when JoBeth Williams opened the door and the crap was swirling around mid-air and screamed at her. Yeah, that was my office/studio. So I decided every time I went upstairs to the call of nature, I would work on a small section. I drank a lot yesterday so I got a fair amount done. Now I won't lie, some papers ended up in a bag to be gone through later and the photography cart looks like an antique shop blew up on it but it looks presentable enough for now. It was enough I thought the Mr was going to skip around the upstairs with glee. It's looked that bad for that long.
Our workout was Walk Away the Pounds last night. I made it through okay with a little discomfort but not railroad spikes going through my ankles with every step so that was an improvement. Then it was time for the deep tissue massage afterward. The Mr dug in on the left one (not even the problem right now) and I wept like a bebe. This might mean more if I also wasn't crying at the following things:
- Latest episode of The Goldbergs when the Cyndi Lauper song came on.
- Looking at pictures of senior dogs.
- Looking through a childhood photo album
- An episode of House Hunters.
- A deodorant commercial.
Then he switched to the right leg which is giving me the what for and I became angry at it and began cursing in tongues. So yeah, basically this confirms this is the last week of estrogen in my pack. *rolling eyes* I iced afterward like a good girl on my Achilles and behind my bruised IT bands/knees. I'm writing down what I'm doing more for me to look back on to schedule what treatment I did and need the next day. So, sorry if this stuff is boring. Welcome to my life for the next few weeks! :-)
Did you know yesterday was national pancake day? To celebrate, we made our own knock offs of Taco Bell's new breakfast taco. Ours had egg whites, cheese, chicken apple sausage and pancakes made with almond milk.
|Yummy but note to self: Don't make pancakes with almond milk. Blech|
Side rant: I bought a pair of jeans mail order because I can't find anything in a wash I like in stores. I got them and they are like 3" too long and they're of average height. I am almost 5' 10" for God's sake. Who the heck did they make these for, some Amazonian woman that's 6' 2"?? If I return them, my only choice are petites and then the whole cut will be off. I don't really want to hem them because jeans never have that finished edge, right? If anyone can give me an "I had my jeans professionally hemmed" story to share, please do.
So, the Mr is teleworking so I wasn't here alone with two mattress dudes and no legs to stand on. Chivalry is not dead. We've got strength on the schedule tonight. I think I might look up something on FitnessBlender.com since the strength DVD's we have are a little more involved than my gams are ready for right now.
Do you have a room that you'd rather shut the door on and pretend it doesn't exist? Breakfast for dinner...yay or nay?
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