The end is nigh!

It must be - I've just joined a gym.

You know I went on and on recently about my idea of the perfect hair salon? Well, I've found that someone else has put the idea into practice for a gym. It's awesome, and it's near enough to my house that it's not a major hassle to get off my bum and go there.

It's all controlled by computer, which means, best of all, there are no attendants! Nobody! It's a wonderful wonderful place. You swipe your card to get into the place, and then swipe out when you're done. Noone to be fake-cheerful at you, and noone to ask why you haven't been in a while which was the problem with the last place I tried - the lady who owned and ran it was nice, but she hovered. If you missed going for a day, she would call and see if you were OK. If I missed a week, it was like the freaking inquisition when I went back there. Of course, one day I missed a week and then couldn't face the inquisition, so I stopped going.

Anyway, I was there on Saturday, and it was just me, alone in a whole room of fun looking gym equipment - it was awesome! I played around and came up with a workout that I like (and that incidentally kicks my ass, so it's probably good for me, too). TV's are tuned to a news channel (not Fox, thank God) with the sound up, which is awesome. I hate silent TV's anywhere, because them I'm forced to make up what the newscasters are saying, and although that's a lot more fun, it's a lot less informative, too.

So that's my news - I'm going to try and work out at least four times a week. I've already managed once, so this shouldn't be too hard. Yeah, right.

Calmer now...

With the immediate crisis from the last time I wrote now slightly less of a crisis (in that it's being fixed), I'm feeling a little better.

Oh, and I want curly hair. Well, I've always wanted curly hair, but I'm working up the nerve to actually do something about it. Like go into a salon and tell someone, who can then point and laugh and say "yeah, right!".

OK, I have a hair salon phobia. There, I've said it. People in hair salons are just so relaxed and self confident. I've never been self confident about my looks, especially my hair, which generally looks unkempt whatever length it's at. I'm also not very good at explaining what I want - I tend to get whatever the person cutting my hair wants to give me, rather than what I wandered in there looking for. I'd bring a picture, but I'm terrified of being laughed at. I have a vision of some hairdresser looking at me, looking at the picture and looking back at me, and then falling on the floor laughing, before composing herself enough to tell me that I'll never look like Angelina Jolie (or whoever).

I propose a new chain of salons. There are salons for guys - you know, the ones where they play sports on the TVs and the hairdressers all wear shorts and tight t-shirts. I propose a girly-but-geeky salon. One where I don' t have to spend my time making small talk about things I don't care about - like who wore what to the Oscars, or who's having Brad Pitt's baby according to the National Enquirer. Internet access at every hairdressing station and blow drier? I think so. I'm more relaxed when I have my laptop with me. Stylists who promise not to laugh and attempt to explain what they're doing? Definately. Perhaps we could also book our appointments by small talk subject? "Politics? That'll be Karen today. Sports? Jackie's your woman". Anyone got any venture capital?

Argghhhh!

Ok, I promised a certain person that I'd blog today, and here it is. Warning though - it's full of stress.

In fact it's definately full of stress - I'm at work, I've just realised I've made a huge mistake and now I'm waiting for my boss to get back to his office so I can go and own up to making said mistake and get his help hopefully fixing it.

Other than that (and I'm trying to concentrate on other things right now), I'm generally stressed. And depressed. I'm not sure if it's the season amplifying my general personality or whether I'm going through a rougher patch than that, but there it is, and I'm not sure what to do about it. What makes matters worse is that there's no reason I should be as down as I have been for the last few months. Oh well, this too (hopefully) shall pass. Cause if it doesn't I'll end up doing something stupid, like quitting my job. And I need a paycheck.

Everyone is doing well - Iz is her usual happy self. I'm jsut struggling for answers I don't know the questions to right now.

More later - when I've attempted to dig myself out of the urget hole I seem to have fallen into.

I'm in for it this winter.

It's November 9th, and I'm looking out of my window at work, and it's snowing. It's november! It can't snow in november! Well, it obviously can, but how am I going to make it through a winter that's starting so early? Last year, we were wearing t-shirts on an open top bus in New York City in the middle of december.

Oh, and I won $100 last night! *happy dance*. C is now much less skeptical about time spent on the computer, and hasn't teased me at all about playing instant win games and entering contests. More because I told him that I wouldn't share anything I won with him if he didn't stop, but hey, whatever works.

Other than that, I'm stressed, which is why I haven't really been blogging lately. Don't feel like whining and the only other thing that happens when I'm stressed is ranting. You don't need that, either.

It's about time.

Yes, I've been lax again. I've actually been working hard this time though - that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Absofreakinglutely nothing happening in my life at all, but I'm just checking in to let everyone (who actually read this anyway?) know I'm alive.

Halloween today, which means giving out tons of candy tonight and our anniversary tomorrow! I'm excited, even if it's only because I know it. Chris and I met eleven years ago tomorrow, in a slight motel drunkfest that shall go unrecorded here (or anywhere else for that matter). Still, it makes me smile, and reminds him that I've not always been the nerd he calls his wife. Seriously, he's called me a nerd about 4 times in the last week. Next time he does it, I'm going to throw something at him. Ahhh, yes, a happy anniversary indeed.

It's been awhile

Yes, I'm back. Back from the land of having absolutely nothing to say about my life.

The kitten is insane. It's also driving me that way. C doesn't want it in our bedroom, so every night we have to think of a new way to outwit the cat and keep it from running in the moment we open the door. It's become a competition. So far, the cat's winning. C tried a new technique last night, which involved letting it run in and then diving to grab it before it ran under the bed. Needless to say, C ended up with sore knees and a hurt elbow while the cat looked at him from under the bed and made noises suspiciously like laughing. I can't tell if the cat was actually laughing because I was too hysterical myself.

What have I been doing these last few days?

Trying to win things. It's my new obsession. Nothing too heavy, just something to do in my downtime at work. It's like gambling (which I enjoy altogether too much) but without spending any money.

Want to know what I've won so far? (Don't laugh). I've won $10, and a microfiber car cleaning cloth. C thinks this is hilarious. I tell him that if I ever win a holiday, he's not going to be allowed to come, just becasue he teases me so much. I think he has the better end of the deal, to tell the truth....

A new month.

So I should probably post something.

So here it is.

Yup, blogger's block.

*strains* Well, I've managed to live through the last week, and do it without killing anyone - that's news, right?

Oh, and I've managed (with the help of my boss, because I'm really shy about asking people for money) to raise some money for Iz's school fundraiser. Actually, I came in and quietly hung the sponsor form on my cubicle wall where it got ignored for a week, and then he decided to take it around the office and actually ask people, which produced loads of cash in the space of 20 minutes. I could never be in sales....

The kitten, whose name is Cringer, after He-Man's tiger (and C calls me a geek) is quite pointy. I shall have to investigate nail trimmers and the application of them to cats this week.