So, I found this article on CNN.com. I surf there once or twice or a dozen times during the day to fight the feeling that maybe running screaming into the street might be a little better than living through another ten seconds of actual work. The article is about 10 signs it is time to…
Category: Really Deep Thoughts
Must Stop…
1)Obsessing – Why on earth can I not stop Googling “Mountain Buggy Urban Single 2006 Cabana Blue”? (See? I was afraid to type it for fear it would start another round of obsessive staring) 2)Playing Diner Dash – How the hell do you pass level 5? 3)Wondering if a muffin top is called a muffin…
Don’t mind the mess…
Had some technical difficulties, had to edit some posts and change a few settings, but everything is A-OK.
Two pink lines can WAIT…
’cause right now I’m digging on a different result: 4.9 on my A1C test. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WebMd writes: “Experts agree that a normal A1c for someone without diabetes is between 4%-6%; anything above that should be considered a sign of diabetes.” WOO WOO WOO Next up: maintaining it. After I have some cookies.
Must Stop Googling…
Blech. Must stop Googling. Now I feel dirty plus I have a Google headache (like an ice cream headache).
Deep Breaths, Deep Breaths…
(Was going to title this post, Deep Breaths, Dumbass) Found out yesterday that I get tested again MONDAY. I am so glad I called the doctor’s office to check on that. Last night, I also dreamt (dreamed?) I failed it. I’m not sure if it’s a fasting test and if they’ll make me drink that…
Snow* Day!
Let’s all say it together: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *Yeah, about an inch…but sooner or later the dreaded black ice will show up. I’m out of work tomorrow anyway. WOOO!
More Realizations?
[I’m working on another post, but it’s coming out weird (yeah, I know, surprise surprise surprise, eh?) and I’m not sure what I’m exactly trying to say]. In the meantime, I figured out another reason I was funky yesterday – my fun little Patti LaBell/B.B. King meter said that my blood glucose was pretty low…
Realization begins to strike…
OK, I think I have figured out part of what is pissing me off. Besides the meatloaf (grrrr). One of the managers at my company has just fathered a child with one of the waitresses. He’s got kids from other relationships, she’s got a kid or so herself. And now – da dum! – they…
Crabby Abby
I am in a totally awful mood. No, I don’t know why. The meatloaf hadn’t thawed enough to cook and all I want to do is sit right where I am. No cooking (I microwaved Healthy Choice turkey for Gene and that’s all), no treadmill, no chores (well, I loaded the dishwasher). Geez, I hope…