1/23/10 It's Raining Men!

In case anybody but me cares...I'm STILL not 'Normal'! I know, you already know that! I've been up and down the same flippin pound all week again! I don't think my body believes I'm 'Normal' either (you know I can read your minds). Either that or it's self-sabotage...I've been feeling hungry more lately...and my reflux is so much better...that can only mean one thing, right? I must need a fill!!! Hmmm...or have I just been stressed out this week and I've not been following all the rules? Was I drinking too soon? Maybe it's the stress of starting my new blog location? Yeah, that's it...I'll blame it all on you guys for twisting my batwing arms to do this (knowing full well that I'm tech challenged)...and don't even get me started on the 'Before' pic scare (I'm coming after you punker).

My 'new thing' today is...sticky note doodles!!! I found out in the process of moving my blog that apparently there are copyright laws about bootlegging pictures on the internet (who knew...remember I didn't even know what a 'blog' was when I started...so all you photographers and comic illustrators...the check is in the mail). So until I scope out exactly what I can get away with am allowed to copy I've decided to start illustrating my own blog. Hey, I like to doodle, this might be fun (I really need to get some pink sticky notes...this yellow is just clashing with my new fashionista page). I picked the 'web/blog' size when I scanned them but they look too small in this preview (let me know if you have to get out the magnifying glass...tech-challenged, remember).

On to other news about things that are ACTUALLY CHANGING (stupid weight)...it's NOT snowing...it's raining today...I'm singing praises because I don't need to shovel the rain (ice and snow return tonight...*sigh*). It's melted most of the snow except the piles at the edges of all my cement. Funny thing is, I kinda miss all the snow...snow is just so much prettier than rain don't you think?

I was talking to a friend in California this week and it's been raining buckets there...no more drought! The wind was blowing so hard the palm trees (yes, I hate her too...stupid un-tropical Pittsburgh) looked like they do on the Weather Channel when that guy is being pelted in the middle of a hurricane and bracing himself against the almost-bald palm tree. I'm hoping her house doesn't slide off the cliff!

DH was in Phoenix again all week (boocoo rain there too) and was supposed to be home last night around 11pm. He called me and was excited the airline upgraded him to first class (he can't sleep on planes either, but at least he'd be more comfortable in his 6'3" frame and skinny a$$). Then he called with flight delays because of the wind (and it was still pouring...I heard this morning on the news that AZ declared a 'state of emergency' because of the flooding and mudslides)...more delays...then he found out the plane coming in had to reroute because they ran out of gas...they used more fuel flying against the winds (REALLY? If you fly on a windy day you might not make it there?...they don't pump in a few more gallons just in case?...well, that will really help those with fear of flying!).

Later they didn't think the plane was going to make it in so he was able to get the last (middle, coach...ugh) seat on another flight (this one had a stop in Vegas)...calls me from the tarmac after they'd been sitting near the end of the runway for two hours waiting to see if the winds would die down so they could take-off (the bathrooms were starting to smell and a riot was ready to break out). Guess which plane he saw out the window taxing past them and taking off when they first got out there (before they shut the Phoenix runway down, and they were waiting for clearance from Vegas)?..yep...someone else got that first class seat...and got home on time. He called me again and they deboarded the plane...'not going to make it home tonight'...he's 'looking for a hotel room'.

I never sleep well when DH travels...remember my irrational fear of the dark...I always go to bed much later and I was sleep deprived since I'd done this all week. After I fell asleep...I'm sleeping very soundly when all the sudden I wake up to a ROBBER coming in my room in the dark!!!!

NO, IT'S A RAPIST ATTEMPTING TO CLIMB INTO BED WITH ME...

OR MAYBE THERE ARE TWO OF THEM?!!

...HEART...BEATING...OUT...OF...MY...CHEST...(d*mn...right about now I wished I hadn't pushed my PCP to cut my blood pressure meds in half just so I could finally post 'Yay! I'm cutting my meds back too!'...stupid vanity!)...

WHY DON'T I HAVE ONE OF THE BOY'S BASEBALL BATS UP HERE FOR JUST SUCH AN OCCASSION?!!...

I hear *grumble* 'I'm going to try and get a few hours of sleep.'

WHAT?!! THE RAPIST IS TIRED AND JUST WANTS TO SLEEP?!! *the rapist turns on his side to face away from me* 'zzzzzz'...

This can only mean ONE thing...

no action for me DH is home...oh, and it's 5:30 am...d*mn...