Third Thursday

Good Morning dear readers of the bloggy,
I feel a bit overwhelmed this morning, but first let's go back to yesterday.

Weight Watchers meeting went well. I weighed in and according to "their" sclae I lost 9.8lbs. I really badly wanted to be the first in the group to get my 10lb reward and get the oos and aaahs, but someone beat me to it. I should have taken off my jewelry or something, oh well. I will be there next week. So far in WW I lost 4lbs the first week, 2.6 the second, 1.2 the third and 2more lbs this last week. Not bad, I hope I can keep it up and be consistant.

Yesterday I was hoping to run home after work and get some groceries and things for the trip this weekend, but my boss needed me to stay late. I was really annoyed by this, and my grumpy/hungry post-work nature was extra sensative, poor Wes got the brunt of that. I raced him to my place and showed up only minutes before he did. So as you know I ordered a new computer, which wasn't expected until today. Well yesterday I wanted to do the tracking on it and just see if it might arrive early. Wes had told me the printer came Tuesday, but when I tracked everythign yesterday it said the computer came Tuesday too. Hmmm . . . . It occured to me he might be trying to surprise me with it, but what if someone else signed for it and stole it? Or they delivered to the wrong address?! I was worried and called Wes and left a message. Turns out he was going to surprise me and was mad I spoiled the surprise. This isn't the first time this has happened. I do have a tenancy to need to knw whats going on and be organized and all that, so it's hard to surprise me, but that means that when/if Wes ever does surprise me it's that much more special (cause he had to put in extra hiding effort).

So we still had to figure out dinner, and I was of course excited about my new computer, which I emmediately started setting up. I ended up making chicken and rice, which was not bad. Better than ordering pizza asgain which we almost did.

Later Brian called. For those of you who don't know, Brian and I are working together on building a line of plus-size motorcycle jackets . ..well Brian mostly. My life has changed so much int he year and a half or so since we started this thing and I really can not put much time, effort or money into it. I truley believe in the product and really hope this happens, but I don't really want to be the one to do it. I absolutely detest the idea of working another job right now, and that's exactly what this feels like (only I am not getting paid). It's really tugh for me. I am trying so hard to put my energy into this diet and excersize thing and still try to maintain a couple friendships and before I know it my time is gone. My conversation with Brian was strained. He didn't want to be a boss and tell me what to do, but I could nto get it together to figure out what needs to be done on my own. I had got together with him not long ago and told him how I feel and that I can not put as much into it, and he can take over control of the project and I will help when and where I can, but I still feel very obligated and guilty and I envision a lot of work ahead of me. I hope I can handle it.

I also think Craig's death is a little storm cloud looming over my head, making me feel a little less happy.

So back to last night. Wes wanted to get frozen yogurt and he was a doll and got some for both of us. I knew before he went I didn't want any, but he really did and I envisioned him bringing some back and me changing my mind. Well he did bring some back and I took a few bites and they mixed some berry flavor in with the chocolate and I didnt like the taste and closed the lid and didnt eat it. I am glad I didnt eat it anyway just because it was sweet and in front of me.

Now it was getting late, I never made it to the store and I was starting to think about the next few days and everything I had to do. It was really stacking up and stressing me out. It took awhile for me to get my mind off things and fall asleep, but once I did it was like BAM morning. I woke up around 5 when wes did and got ready pretty quick. I had time to set up my printer and figure out some more computer stuff before heading out.

This morning I drove and it was about 635am when I left. I wasn't sure if carpool picked up that early, but sure enough there was a line of cars. I got in loine and it wasn't until after 7am that I got two passengers. I am glad I didnt ditch the line though because the tolllaza was really backed up bad and I flew right by in the carpool lane (and didnt have to pay toll). I dropped off the passengers and made it to Sue. She was stressing too, and it was late, but alas I battled traffic and got her to thye airport on time.

One thing really struck me about bay area traffic and weather, both are really without any rhyme or reason. No order, no consistancy whatsoever. I drove through a lot fo heavy fog to super sunny paches in a 12 mile radius, and the trafis would be heavy, then light, then heavy. So weird, but kind of cool. It kind fo reflected the quick changing of my moods. But like Sue and her struggles, me and my stress, and the general nature of things, I got to work on time and everything is fine. Now today at some point I am meeting someone to sell my old motorcycle windshield, having lunch with Beth and then I planned to stay at work late again and volunteer for a fun event. I am happy to stay for the event but the amount of things I need to get done tongiht alone is pretty crazy. I need to go to the grocery store, do a load or two of laundry (before 10pm), clean my apartment (people coming over tommorow) and maybe pack for my trip if I can. That's a lot. Throw dinner in there too and you have a downright mess of too much stuff. On top of that I will have to wake up at 5am for the third day in a row tomorrow for boot camp. Yikes!

So I hope this post expresses to you how stressed I am without totally boring you with lists of needless facts. I wish I had time to visit my friends and their new baby, my friend sara and her baby, my cousins and friends I never see and maybe get some mroe quality time in with my man, but hey, maybe in a couple weeks, or months when things die down. Oy vey, I can't stop! Now I am thinking about all the weddings coming up and it's just busy busy busy. Good thing I love weddings and babies, but can I have a couple more hours or days please????