I’m not a fan of blood and guts – however – I could watch the men in Expendables every night and day. It’s on Netflix so watching them 24/7 is entirely possible. I could even watch it muted. There’s something about those old guys like Sylvester and Chuck that just makes me happy. And the tough-guy-good-guy-love-their-women-with-all-their-soul- characters that they play? Make me swoon. Every. Damn. Time.
If I had to describe the way I feel lately in one word – it would be OVERWHELMED. My assistant at the FT job left to go to a job with more hours. I’m not replacing her…I’m just going to pick up her workload. I’ve been assigned some new additional work for the PT job and there’s so much emotional business behind that work that I don’t even want to think about it. Watermelon started basketball and has practice or a game every night. I just can’t stop my head from spinning. Yes – I made these choices. I know. Whining about them makes them easier. Sue me.
Rambo shaves his head bald. He’s done it for years and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a thing for clean shaven bald heads now. Which could be why I have an emotional crush on Dr. Phil. He’s 50 shades of cray cray but damn if the man doesn’t hit me where it hurts sometimes. The other day he said to a woman who was controlling everything in her life with white knuckles….”What do you know about yourself – that we don’t – that you think will make us run away from you and stop loving you?” Shitballs. Answering that question is too hard to even think about but I can’t stop asking myself it. Damn you Texas doctor. Damn you.
I’m wearing a neon orange shirt today. Plain as shit but dudes – it’s neon orange. I feel like I’m back in the 80s and honestly? What could be better than re-living the 80s?
Banana got her first manicure this weekend. She got Hello Kitty painted on her middle finger. It’d be super cute…if people didn’t think she was flipping them off every time she showed someone. I could NOT talk her into doing a different finger. I got my ring finger nails polka-dotted! So cute!
Guess how many boxes of Girl Scout cookies Rambo bought? TWENTY-FOUR! He’s such a sucker. I’m giving them away to anyone I can for Cmas. Gah!
My friend and I have plans to work out from 4:30am to 5:30am every day starting Monday. Yah…you read that right. I said A.M. as in the morning as in before it’s even light out. I’ve lost my ever loving mind. Or maybe I need to work off 24 boxes of cookies. Either way – the whole thing sucks donkey balls. Thank God for massive amounts of trashy reality TV that I have DVR’d to get me through the hour of pain.
That's it for my Tuesday Tidbits! You got any to share?