I need to be at the YMCA. I do. It’s 8am, I don’t work until 11 or so and I NEED to move my arse.
Why do I have such a block on this right now? I wanna know WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY? It’s something, that’s for sure because I used to just jump right up and don the streachy clothes and head on over.
So far today, I climbed out of bed at around 5am due to the ungodly snoring that was next to me. He’s got to have a bruse the size of my fist and feet from all the kicking I did to get him to shut up. . . finally I took pity on us both and moved to the couch. Then the babies were whining so I let them out. Then I just gave it up, made some coffee and turned on the tv where I proceeded to watch the last two days of The View and caught the weather forecast on channel 4. The only thing remotely interesting about that was when Rosie jumped down the Young One’s throat for voicing. . . HER VIEW! I’m ususally a big Rosie fan, but she was in my opinion, out of line. Whatever. I should be the guest host, then we could really rodeo.
But that’s it. Tv. Coffee. Cats. Oh, and laundry in the dryer to wear today, but nothing that is KEEPING me from going to get on the treadmill.
whine.
spit.
hiss.
whine more.
wa wa waaaaaaaa.
I need to get a book for work today. When I left yesterday, I only had two appointments. Both men. That is a total of 1 hour of work in my 9 hour day. Bleagh.
Here’s a question for you. I just got all my paperwork in the mail to get my Tag/Title/Excise Tax taken care of for Bella. (That’s her name) My question is…personalized plates? I’ve always been pretty annoyed with vanity plates, but the thought of one saying MKAEP doesn’t make me sick. But, do I want everyone knowing it’s me? Like there’s a big mob of people tracking my every move. I probably could just get the one they give me. I’d like to get the breast cancer support one…but do I want a pink and blue plate on my cinnamon car? Now THATS vanity. Whatever.
Boreing today. Huzzuh to you and I love George Clooney. 
Misti Ridiculous 
OK–Here’s what I think…(and when I say, I really mean Dr. R)Don’t ask why….why just sets you up for a whole bunch of internal head-games and justifications.Ask HOW. How do I fix it? How do I get up off the couch and put on my clothes and go to the gym? Don’t stress about the block and why it’s there…just look for the way around it. The path might be easier to see if you quit looking at the barricade.Dr. R’s ideas…my analogies. I think we need to write a book. I kind of like that one.
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I’m fine with the personal plate thing. We always wanted one when we were youngin’s… and why not? Its your first brand new… I am paying for it car. I am working on a post about GUILT< I will send it to you soon. Good things happening in my head about it. And many discoveries of why WE seemed to be so concerned with it. I say… Go for it! You can handle the truth. Get out there, be a yuppie or exhibit some vanity, whatever. Its a snakeskin jacket peanut. A symbol of my belief in personal freedom!
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I like the Dr.R info. I agree. I’ll ponder on that today and see what comes tomorrow. I’d buy that book!
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I think you need to tell the treadmill to fuck off and walk around outside instead.
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Kizz…I think YOU should write a book too! That was fabulous!!!
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