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Sorry for (yet) another disorganised post. Feeling rather aimless today.
Boy and I took the Dodge out for a testflight yesterday. According to my mechanics, the tyres, front-end, brakes, and alignment are fine. They had to align the front end and replace an idler arm. I still have a nagging feeling, though ... I swear there's a weird ... can't describe it ... grinding/growley sound/feeling ...
That made no sense. Fuck. It's hard to convey. My Darling Hubby says I'm imagining it.
Anyway, now I'm wondering if it's a transmission thing. I guess I just need something to fret about at all times. I did have the frightening experience of filling that bad boy up with petrol: over $50. FIFTY DOLLARS! That thing better run for a month on that amount.
*makes note to self to stay home all month*
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Gah. I'm feeling awfully listless today, actually have done for several weeks now. I wonder if I can blame it on low blood sugar? (In the fine modern American tradition of making everything pathological) She can't help that she opened fire on all those SUV drivers on the motorway! She was suffering from Low Blood Sugar. Oh, and Oppositional Defiance Disorder. And I'll bet she had Low Self Esteem because more people didn't comment on her blog ...
*snort*
ANYway ... I am dieting and it sucks. I hate dieting (what? Blue hates something? Noooo!). I always wanted to be one of those people who had to be reminded to eat. I've always regarded these types with unabashed awe. You know the ones. Whip thin girls with no body conciousness at all, just too busy - too busy writing, working, whatever (something creative) to bother with ... what was it? Food? They chug some juice, wolf down a sandwich every now and then, with no thought. It's just their bodies responding to keep them from starving. They never think of food at all.
That must be cool. Never. Think of. Food.
It's absurd how much I think about it. It's ridiculous how much I enjoy the act of eating. There's some deep psychological weirdness right there, I'm sure. I mean, even when I'm pregnant and I allow myself to pretty much eat whatever and whenever I want, mealtimes are still almost ritualistic. I actually look forward to each meal. Indeed my day is divided up by mealtimes.
How sad is that?
So now, dieting, I'm reduced to the status of Junkie-in-rehab. Not mearly a dieter, I, but a recovering Fat Person. Thinking about eating (or not eating) takes up way too much run-time in my brain. Why couldn't I just smoke? Then I'd have something constructive to do with my time, my hands, my brain. The infinitisimal detail of the smoking, ya know, killing me, could be easily overlooked.
"Blue's dead."
"Yeah, but look how thin she is!"
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Oh, speaking of constructive use of time, check this out:
This was done by a fellow farmer (obviously in response to crop prices) entirely 'free-hand', without the use of a GPS or anything. Cool, huh?
Boy and I took the Dodge out for a testflight yesterday. According to my mechanics, the tyres, front-end, brakes, and alignment are fine. They had to align the front end and replace an idler arm. I still have a nagging feeling, though ... I swear there's a weird ... can't describe it ... grinding/growley sound/feeling ...
That made no sense. Fuck. It's hard to convey. My Darling Hubby says I'm imagining it.
Anyway, now I'm wondering if it's a transmission thing. I guess I just need something to fret about at all times. I did have the frightening experience of filling that bad boy up with petrol: over $50. FIFTY DOLLARS! That thing better run for a month on that amount.
*makes note to self to stay home all month*
-----
Gah. I'm feeling awfully listless today, actually have done for several weeks now. I wonder if I can blame it on low blood sugar? (In the fine modern American tradition of making everything pathological) She can't help that she opened fire on all those SUV drivers on the motorway! She was suffering from Low Blood Sugar. Oh, and Oppositional Defiance Disorder. And I'll bet she had Low Self Esteem because more people didn't comment on her blog ...
*snort*
ANYway ... I am dieting and it sucks. I hate dieting (what? Blue hates something? Noooo!). I always wanted to be one of those people who had to be reminded to eat. I've always regarded these types with unabashed awe. You know the ones. Whip thin girls with no body conciousness at all, just too busy - too busy writing, working, whatever (something creative) to bother with ... what was it? Food? They chug some juice, wolf down a sandwich every now and then, with no thought. It's just their bodies responding to keep them from starving. They never think of food at all.
That must be cool. Never. Think of. Food.
It's absurd how much I think about it. It's ridiculous how much I enjoy the act of eating. There's some deep psychological weirdness right there, I'm sure. I mean, even when I'm pregnant and I allow myself to pretty much eat whatever and whenever I want, mealtimes are still almost ritualistic. I actually look forward to each meal. Indeed my day is divided up by mealtimes.
How sad is that?
So now, dieting, I'm reduced to the status of Junkie-in-rehab. Not mearly a dieter, I, but a recovering Fat Person. Thinking about eating (or not eating) takes up way too much run-time in my brain. Why couldn't I just smoke? Then I'd have something constructive to do with my time, my hands, my brain. The infinitisimal detail of the smoking, ya know, killing me, could be easily overlooked.
"Blue's dead."
"Yeah, but look how thin she is!"
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Oh, speaking of constructive use of time, check this out:
This was done by a fellow farmer (obviously in response to crop prices) entirely 'free-hand', without the use of a GPS or anything. Cool, huh?
posted by MrsEvilGenius at 7:13 AM
6 Comments:
Maybe...Just Maybe...You're Listless because...You're. Not. Eating. Just guessing. A stab in the dark...but I say you should eat...moooorrrreeee.
--The Hubby
I agree with your DH Eat Mamma Eat!
You are post-partum (BTW yet another excuse for a shooting rampage!) breastfeeding and trying to keep up with 3 older toddlers/preschoolers. HMMMMM It's not rocket science 101.
F-k those skinny people. They just wish they were self-confident enough to be fat and not give a shit what people think of them! LOL
Fantastic Four is coming.....
Go to the movies - even a drive in...The big Dodge craves action...
One more thing - your DH is VERY sweet - he gave me great advice on starting my oldest Evil Genius (To blatently steal for him!) to start in comic books.
And he tells you eat - you are a LUCKY woman BLUE!
Hey it's your old friend Lori
Just wanted to say that I'm in the same boat with the diet stuff. I'm starting tomorrow. I gained so much weight from being stressed out from work and personal problems, need to get back down to my fighting weight. If you want I could be your diet buddy. Just hope on over to my lj if you are interested.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/rainbowbrite716
Kisses and Hugs for everyone!
Lori
In you absolute abstinence from 'telly' you're missing a lot of good stuff: History Channel, BBC America, NASA Channel, Discovery Channel, Animal Planet and -- last but not least -- Speed Channel!
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