And Another Thing . . .
And Another Thing . . .
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Monday, March 1, 2004 Wow, you guys are great – leaving all those nice comments. Last night’s little drama queen entry wasn’t even intended to solicit feedback, I was just whining because I was too tired to do anything else. (As my proof reader, Mom, can attest to - she found no less than 4 typos last night!) I knew I’d feel better in the morning – and I did. In fact I even felt better last night because I cleaned up my studio from all that last minute debris so I could have a fresh start tonight. Then I went to bed at 8:45, watched the Oscars for a while, then read and was asleep by 9:15. Sleep cures most things, doesn’t? I thought Gretchen made an interesting point in yesterday’s comments – that just when we are achieving success is when we doubt ourselves the most. So true. I went through a real post-divorce period of not thinking I deserved good things in my life. I felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and ruin everything. Guess what? No shoe. Not even a flip-flop. And these days, I’m even able to see the bad things as a valuable lesson learned. Granted, I’ve never really been tested with anything big, but still, it seems like it must be good practice somehow. The other thing is something Jeannie tells me all the time and several others have mentioned it – is to look how far I’ve come. I usually forget to look back because I’m so busy looking ahead. You guys rock. Thanks.
I've mentioned previously that Reggi needs to lose weight. As in 10 pounds off her 36 pound body. We finally ran out of the regular dog food and bought some lean food for her. You should see the sad look on her face when I put some in her dish. The first time she ate it okay, probably thinking I just made a mistake and she'd cut me some slack. This morning, she looked at her bowl, then at me, then at Simon and sniffed her dish again. I'm not sure I blame her. This stuff looks like the Puffed Wheat of dog food. I was thinking maybe we could mix it with some regular food, 50/50, then slowly change the ratio. Simon is all, "She'll just have to get used to it. She needs to lose weight and we're going to help her." Oops, that's right, smart boy. Glad I didn't voice my idea outloud. Gee, I wonder why I have weight issues....
I wasn't going to mention this, thinking
it might jinx it somehow. But now I've decided good vibes would help.
Simon applied for a job at Target on Saturday. Applicants fill out an
application on the computer in the Guest Services department, then are
interviewed immediately. He applied late last year, too late to be hired
for seasonal help so he was turned down. It actually soured him quite a
bit on the whole job search process but last week he decided he'd try
again. I have vacillated between
The massage was wonderful!
Dinner: Leftover homemade macaroni & cheese, Jell-O and a Smart Ones ice cream cone. Reading: From Chunk to Hunk by Fred Anderson Listening to in the car: What Should I Do With My Life? by Po Bronson
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