ho hum

weigh in tomorrow...nervous about that. I should really start getting back on track so that I don't have to feel nervous about my weigh-ins. But that would be, like, practical or something. Even though the weigh-in's probably going to suck, I'm looking forward to starting a new week. New week, new motivation, turning over that new leaf.

I'm really struggling over whether or not I want to stay for the meeting tomorrow. On the one hand, I've skipped the last two, and my motivation has gone spiraling down the drain. On the other hand, it's probably just coincidence, because I hate sitting through the meetings. It's not like I'm going to hit a milestone this week, so there's no "yay, me!" reason to stay through it.

I've also got my copy of Harry Potter #5 being delivered sometime tomorrow. Amazon, in their infinite wisdom (hallowed be their name forever), sent them fedex overnight, which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't Fedex. I swear, they are the biggest pain in the ass carrier there is. So I need to be home until whenever they decide to deliver, because unlike UPS, they will not just leave it without a signature. And their redelivery contacting process is so painful that I get hives just thinking about having to arrange it. Sigh. But on the bright side--new Harry Potter! Woohoo!

Moderately busy weekend coming up. WW meeting at 8:30, Harry Potter vigil until whenever the FedEx guy gets his ass to my house, little church party thing from 4-7, and somewhere in there I have to start cleaning my house. Then Sunday is the usual--church, home, think about doing stuff but end up doing a whole lot of nothing. I'm going to try to make it to the pool for a few hours--Noah's learned some new swim strokes that I want him to show me. I also need to improve my 2nd degree burn tan. Come to think of it, maybe it's not such a busy weekend after all. Could be I'm just a slug. :)

(big long diatribe about wedding planning deleted) Yeah. This is not the wedding blog. I'm sure there will be one of those in my future, though, since I've been able to think of little else for the past week and the event is still over 9 months away. I'll spare you all but limited, fitness-related doses here, though...promise.

I'm thinking seriously about leaving early today. I ate lunch here, and I came into work in the middle of the night last night, so the hours wouldn't really be affected. I just have some playing-hooky guilt to work around. I think I can get by with half an hour early, though. I haven't liked my job all week, and my weekend needs to start, like, 5 minutes ago. The Joy's got errands to run.

My friend Kat is almost certainly going to be moving down to my house from Minneapolis sometime next month (woohoo!), so I'm sure I'll be getting some exercise in the next few weeks preparing for her arrival...cleaning out the garage, moving furniture, vacuuming cat hair off every flat surface. It's going to be fun having a roommate--believe it or not, I've never had one before. Well, I guess I did for a few weeks around the time Noah was born, but I was so unbelievably hormonal during that time that I couldn't really enjoy it. It'll be nice to have another adult in the house, and it will give me a chance to hone my skills in the art of nagmowath (not always getting my own way around the house). You'd be surprised how hard that is to master. So is its sister art, dwopums (dealing with other people using my stuff).

Well, it's getting about time to skip on out of here...don't tell my boss (he's already gone home).