It’s official. I opened my mailbox and what was in there? My first issue of Sci Fi Magazine. :0) Heh. So, I guess that means I’ve crossed over. I’m no longer just a techie geek–I’m a sci fi geek.
Ok, so in my defense, it’s not just “geekery” in there. I love me my Supernatural guys — those Winchester boys are scrum-didly-umpstious. There is also an article on Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. I don’t know what it is — but I love Bill Nighy.
Ok, so, not sure what makes me fall head-over-heels for him. I’ll be the first to admit he’s, uhm, of the older persuasion. But still, he’s on my list. I forget who first came up with the idea of a “list” but I have to say, in the very least, it’s nice to fantasize. Now pipe down about Bill being on my list — if you’ve seen Love Actually or Girl in the Café, you’d understand. And besides, he’s younger than my own father, so what-eva. :P
The kiddo had a doctor’s appointment today. It was a well check plus we had to go over some meds. Anyway, my poor, poor baby. The nurse asked if I wanted the flu shot, so I said yes. Might as well since I was there. Only a month or so left of the season, so better safe than sorry. HOWEVER, I did not realize that they needed to do a finger prick test or a chicken pox booster. Sigh. First he was hit with the finger prick. And this child is freakishly strong. So, it took the 3 of us to hold him why she pricked and collected the blood (and I wavered on passing out). Then Doogie Howser came in. I swear. He had to be under 20. There is NO way he was older than that, I’m sorry. Chewing gum and all. He was just sooo young – and mind you I’ll be 31 next month, so it’s not like I’m that old. It was just soooo funny. The kiddo turned to him and said, “What’s your name? I’ve never seen you before.” ROFL
So, Doogie Craig checked the kiddo out and all is well. We do need to take him to a pediatric cardiologist, just for med checking, but otherwise all is well. Then came the shots. It took the doctor, two nurses and me to hold him still. My poor baby. He sobbed. Sobbed. I felt horrible.
After, we went to see Grammy and Aunt Megan and all was forgotten — except for “the blood.” Poor kid is traumatized over the blood gushing out of his finger. We’ll be hearing about that for a while, I’m sure.
These guns and abs are definitely a HUGE plus in the vampire vs werewolf/Edward vs Jacob game. They are soooo yummy, I’m thinking about switching to Team Jacob. Maybe. Never-the-less, enjoy.
Uhm, then I must have gained mucho, mucho muscles, because it’s been almost 4 days and I’m just starting to be able to go up and down the stairs in less than 30 minutes. ;)
Brilliant me had a brilliant idea to use a personal trainer at the gym. I figured they’d show me how to use the machines and work out where I need to work out. WELL… my ever so maniacal enthusiastic trainer worked me out at a level 2 — after I specifically stated I sit on my ass all day have not exercised regularly in 5 months.
After squats, steps, push-ups, leg lifts and arm pulls (all with weights), I’m surprised I was able to walk. But I was. For about 3 hours. That’s when it hit me. “It” being the pain that I would undoubtedly succumb to. And succumb I did. My legs were first to go. I needed to have the husband spot me as I came down the stairs. This was Friday morning (work out was Thursday at 9:30am). The rest of the day was worse. Sitting and standing was unbearable. Poor Lola had to help me at times! Saturday went on, pretty much the same, but today I finally made it down the stairs on my own.
Needless to say, I will not be using a personal trainer any longer. I prefer to use the treadmill. Nice and easy. :)
Hmmm… seems that’s the “normal” thought for everyone. However, I am determined, not so much to make a new me, more so a more organized me… in every way. Time to buckle down and a) lose the last of the weight (I need to lose less than I lost the last time, yet I’m finding it hard to start it up again), b) get more focused between working at home and family life (domestic goddess I am not, and it shows) and c) enjoy life.
With 7 months ’til TwiCon and 9 months ’til my sister’s wedding, the weight is a BIG issue. I’ve joined a “real” gym vs Curves, but have not gone yet. Not so much my fault — right after I joined, I got sick and between Thanksgiving, being sick and then Christmas I just couldn’t get there. I am determined to get there this week. I am excited about the various equipment. :)
One of the major things I am trying to get a hold on is my online identity. I’ve been using various names over the past years, but have decided to switch to one across the board. Of course this is going to take a little while and may cause me some pain, sigh, but it’s something I really need to do. Too many sign in names, etc. I want to have everything fluid.
And let’s not forget one of my top priorities of this year: me time. I never get to do what I want to do any more. Time is going by too fast. I never get to “play” on the computer — I’m either on there for work or for some quick info thing. No digital scrapbooking or playing around with the blog theme. :| More me time.
