Or maybe not.
Last week, I mentioned wanting to drown myself in chocolate. But I didn't. And guess what? I lost another 3.2 pounds! Yipee!
Tomorrow, however, I'll actually be swimming. The hubby went and got our pool passes for our housing community. Maybe I'll pretend it's chocolate.
Yummmmmm... chocolate.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
100% Moved In, 80% Unpacked
I'm connected again!
Yesterday, we had a visit from the cable guy, who spent nearly two hours running cables through my house. Apparently, the woman who owned the house before us didn't have cable. Anyway... we have cable! And internet access! Thank God for technology. Oh sweet technology - I missed you!
Another success - three days of moving, unpacking, and heat - and I didn't cheat on my diet. Not one day.
Thank you's:
To my husband - for working like a fiend to make sure all our stuff was packed before Saturday morning. And for kissing me while I was all sweaty and smelly from moving.
To my ma-in-law, sis-in-law, and aunt - who showed up over the course of the last few days to help unpack and put things in their proper place. Oh yes, and for bringing healthy food for us to eat.
To the mailman - for finally delivering our mail, including my Next netflix choices.
To my movers - who made it look easy to carry thousands of pounds of furniture, clothing, and memories. They carried my triple dresser on its side up two flights of stairs! They stacked four boxes on top of eachother and carried them on their backs! Incredible!
To the woman who owned the house before us - for choosing us as purchasers of the home and not allowing us to get into a bidding war with another buyer. We love the house. It's gorgeous and perfect for us.
I can't remember anyone else. So if I forgot you, don't be offended. Hell - no one reads this anyway, so it's not like you'll know.
Yesterday, we had a visit from the cable guy, who spent nearly two hours running cables through my house. Apparently, the woman who owned the house before us didn't have cable. Anyway... we have cable! And internet access! Thank God for technology. Oh sweet technology - I missed you!
Another success - three days of moving, unpacking, and heat - and I didn't cheat on my diet. Not one day.
Thank you's:
To my husband - for working like a fiend to make sure all our stuff was packed before Saturday morning. And for kissing me while I was all sweaty and smelly from moving.
To my ma-in-law, sis-in-law, and aunt - who showed up over the course of the last few days to help unpack and put things in their proper place. Oh yes, and for bringing healthy food for us to eat.
To the mailman - for finally delivering our mail, including my Next netflix choices.
To my movers - who made it look easy to carry thousands of pounds of furniture, clothing, and memories. They carried my triple dresser on its side up two flights of stairs! They stacked four boxes on top of eachother and carried them on their backs! Incredible!
To the woman who owned the house before us - for choosing us as purchasers of the home and not allowing us to get into a bidding war with another buyer. We love the house. It's gorgeous and perfect for us.
I can't remember anyone else. So if I forgot you, don't be offended. Hell - no one reads this anyway, so it's not like you'll know.
Friday, August 04, 2006
All Choked Up
It's definitely my 'sensitive' time of the month because as I sit in my office, listening to It Might Be You by Stephen Bishop (theme from Tootsie), I am crying.
It's going to be a great weekend - sporadic crying, heat waves, and moving.
If I wasn't dieting, I might just go swimming in a pool of chocolate.
Chocolate solves everything.
It's going to be a great weekend - sporadic crying, heat waves, and moving.
If I wasn't dieting, I might just go swimming in a pool of chocolate.
Chocolate solves everything.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
A Message to the People in Charge of the Weather
A Message to the People in Charge of the Weather:
You must decrease the temperature! It is damn hot outside. Last night, it was 91 degrees at nine at night.
This is the forecast for today: Sunny. Near record high temperatures. Heat index near 115F. High near 105F.
The only way I may be able to accept this heat is if someone sends me a sign telling me that the heat is in preparation for the hell that someone in Cuba is getting ready to fall into.
Otherwise, send some cool winds to the NJ/NY area.
Thank you,
Anna
You must decrease the temperature! It is damn hot outside. Last night, it was 91 degrees at nine at night.
This is the forecast for today: Sunny. Near record high temperatures. Heat index near 115F. High near 105F.
The only way I may be able to accept this heat is if someone sends me a sign telling me that the heat is in preparation for the hell that someone in Cuba is getting ready to fall into.
Otherwise, send some cool winds to the NJ/NY area.
Thank you,
Anna
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Jinx
First thing this morning, I got a phone call from my mother-in-law.
Last week, you wrote about him. You wished him terrible things and now he's sick. What did you do?
Her voice was of sheer pleasure. This leads me to believe I have done something right during my short marriage: I turned my my Irish-American mother-in-law into a Commie hater.
Last night, as soon as the news came on the radio, the hubby shouted to me to watch. We sat and watched the news in English, then switched over to the Spanish station, where they had images of jovial Miami citizens dancing in the streets, banging their pots and pans, and honking their horns.
We called my parents, who were wide awake, also watching the news. My mother's voice in the background was of surprise, shock, worry, and awe. My father, on the other hand, had a multitude of comments.
If they are announcing his sickness, it means that he's on the verge of death, Annie. Or that he's already dead.
The concept, while deep in my head, came to the surface. He could be dead? Whoa. The idea brought goosebumps to my skin, where they have periodically reappeared since. Does this mean my unborn children will be able to the land where they grandparents were born? Does this mean my American husband will be able to meet the rest of my extended family and sit down with them to eat rice and beans? So many questions... so many hopes...
I hope this isn't some cruel joke played on us by that Commie. Although, I certainly wouldn't put it past him.
As I mentioned last week, I'm not much for politics. But please visit Babalu and Blog for Cuba up-to-date information and more links. I am also finding the Miami Herald to be a good source. And, of course, phone calls to Miami every few hours.
I will definitely remember July 31, 2006 as an important day. First, we closed on our new home. And then, this. I'm going to be wound up for days. And I haven't even had cafe cubano.
Last week, you wrote about him. You wished him terrible things and now he's sick. What did you do?
Her voice was of sheer pleasure. This leads me to believe I have done something right during my short marriage: I turned my my Irish-American mother-in-law into a Commie hater.
Last night, as soon as the news came on the radio, the hubby shouted to me to watch. We sat and watched the news in English, then switched over to the Spanish station, where they had images of jovial Miami citizens dancing in the streets, banging their pots and pans, and honking their horns.
We called my parents, who were wide awake, also watching the news. My mother's voice in the background was of surprise, shock, worry, and awe. My father, on the other hand, had a multitude of comments.
If they are announcing his sickness, it means that he's on the verge of death, Annie. Or that he's already dead.
The concept, while deep in my head, came to the surface. He could be dead? Whoa. The idea brought goosebumps to my skin, where they have periodically reappeared since. Does this mean my unborn children will be able to the land where they grandparents were born? Does this mean my American husband will be able to meet the rest of my extended family and sit down with them to eat rice and beans? So many questions... so many hopes...
I hope this isn't some cruel joke played on us by that Commie. Although, I certainly wouldn't put it past him.
As I mentioned last week, I'm not much for politics. But please visit Babalu and Blog for Cuba up-to-date information and more links. I am also finding the Miami Herald to be a good source. And, of course, phone calls to Miami every few hours.
I will definitely remember July 31, 2006 as an important day. First, we closed on our new home. And then, this. I'm going to be wound up for days. And I haven't even had cafe cubano.