Yeah, I know... we shall all now repeat the mantra 'Nola sucks'. I own my suckiness. I have completely fallen off the posting wagon the last 3 or 4 months. I'm trying to get my proverbial shit together and actually SCHEDULE time to write in the blog more often. *insert sound of no one caring here* I figure that maybe, just maybe, that might be a way for me to post before people start fighting over who inherits my cats.
You know you want them...
Sooo... let's see. Things to catch you up on... *thinks*
New boyfriend. Not sure if I mentioned him in the last post, but I think I did. Since that was, what, five weeks or some shit ago? I can't remember for the life of me. Anyhoo. It's going well. Surprisingly, he's SANE. I know, I know... I couldn't believe it, either. It's an interesting concept. I think it's grown on me. Quite the change from the bugfuck crazy individuals that I've typically attached myself to. I broke out in hives a few times in the beginning, but my system is slowly adjusting. There are positives to sanity in one's partner, believe it or not. Not that he'd know anything about that, since I'M out of my fucking MIND. Poor guy. He was temporarily blinded to my psychosis by my fabulous ass. Ha! Strategy rocks!
Oh, there is one downside, though. I have, yet again, shopped NON-local. He's out in sunny California. for those of you who haven't been keeping up, I'm in Missouri. Do the math. That's approximately... a billion miles. Pretty sure. I checked mapquest. *sighs* Ah, well. Here's hoping that the flights stay at a reasonable price so that I don't have to resort to hot-air ballooning or something.
Cats are all fine. Connor is fine. Mom is... Mom. Same for the rest of the family members.
Oh, I joined the gym. *waits for sounds of hysterical laughter to stop* Well, surprisingly enough the world did not, in fact, tilt off its axis, nor did lightning strike me dead. I was as stunned as the rest of you. Now, before anyone gets entirely too excited on my behalf, let me point out that I joined almost two months ago, and I've been...? Twice. Yeah, I'm a workout monster. Since my metabolism is going through some 'oh, your 39th birthday is coming, isn't it?' bullshit and I've gained a few pounds (no, not the size of a blimp yet, but still... weight gain is not something I embrace. If I stay where I am, I'm good, but if it goes up any more, I'm liable to duct tape my lips together. Dedication, people... look it up.), the gym seemed like a good thing. I'm also walking every day (unless I go to the gym, 'cause walking AND going to the gym? Now that's just torture.) and trying to cut back on coke and whatnot. I actually bought herbal tea the other day. HERBAL TEA, for the love of GOD. Is anyone else reeling, or is it just me?
Okay, I have some things to go do. Stuff. Don't ask me... the cats are the ones keep my to-do list. Furry little bastards.
I'll be posting again soon. Really. *sighs*
Herbal tea? Working out and walking? What happen to our Nola and what have you done to her? *sets up the snarl*
You had me fooled until that point. I was sitting here, bleary eyed from grading papers, trying like hell not to suck down my coffee like a man dying of thirst in the desert...reading, reading: new boyfriend--ok that's why she's been too busy; Connor and cats--another reason; and suddenly...
BAM!
Herbal tea and working out???
Posted by: Nyt | February 11, 2009 at 09:01 AM