What Have I Been DOING All Week, Anyway?

I know. I have neglected my blog. I’m sorry! I’ve just been really busy, and also – eye infection. I know, ewwww. Exactly. (I know, I know TMI again) But it has cut into my computer time while I wait for it to heal. You try writing for hours and hours a day for work when your eye is all goopy and your monitor periodically seems to go blurry for no reason. It leaves you not wanting to spend extra time writing. Bah humbug. Anyway…

I got a lot done this week. Writing for clients, mainly, which means most of it was stuff y’all can’t read because it goes directly to them as ghostwritten. Kicking my self in the head because on Sunday I was gloating that I had Steve Smith on my fantasy roster. (For those of you who are not sports nuts like myself, Steve Smith is the football player with the Carolina Panthers who moved with cat like grace and speed, even after losing his helmet, in a phenomenal play that will be on ESPN repeats for ever.) Until I got home and realized that I had left him on the bench. I rule like that. Dumbass.

I did some writing for Profy as well, and a little bit for my blogs Writer’s Well and AppleGrrl. Poor Cyndy picked a bad week to be down for the count at our joint blog The Juicy Dirt, though. I’ve only had time for a handful of posts (though I did manage to live blog the Emmys. I’d forgotten the desolation of life without the DVR turned on) even though celebrities have been making celebudrama all week. I also scrapped my design contest on Writer’s Well for lack of responses and just revamped the design I used on AppleGrrl. I’m lazy like that.

In spite of my eye mess I have continued to keep up my fitness program from the last month or so by walking every day. I’m up to three miles in an hour – go me! I’ve only missed three or four days since I started the first week of August, and I’ve lost about 10 pounds, give or take. I’m not really weighing myself much – I’d rather go by pant size, and I’ve lost one pant size so far. My goal is to be back in a true size six (meaning the size six pants hanging in my closet from a few years ago, not the current “enlarged for your self esteem” size six stores are selling now).

You all know I quit smoking in May, finally, and that it seems to be sticking so far. I still want to smoke, and didn’t want to quit, and miss the camaraderie of smoking and the distancing advantages of lighting up when you need to back someone unpleasant off, among other things. Overall it’s gotten easier as time has gone on not to smoke, though I don’t expect I’ll ever really be a non-smoker mentally. Well, in more recent news, honey decided to quit this week. He is on day four today, and is using the gum (I just did it cold turkey – knowing myself as I do I figured a clean break would work best). He tried the patch before and the vivid nightmares and other issues made him never want to do that again. He is grumpy, but not as grumpy as I’d expected. It’s hard, and I’m trying to root for him without nagging, because as you know – when you are trying to quit smoking even small encouragement sounds like preaching and nagging if the tone is off.

What else, what else… Oh! I finally scheduled our landscaping friend to come remove pretty much all of the plants around the front of the house. Including the large lilac tree I hate so much. Wheee! It will look bare all winter while we decide what to plant, but it will be so, so nice to have the old, nasty, weird bushes and crap gone. He wants to landscape it in Spring – we’ll see. He is a lovely man but his landscaping tends to be military straight, and I like that orderly yet chaotic “English garden” look better. He should be here doing plant removal in a week or so.

I have been trying to get tickets to Henry Rollins’ spoken word concert Provoked, but all that’s left is the rear balcony. Blech. Honey won’t go with if the seats aren’t decent. I’ll keep trying. I *heart* Henry Rollins. We’re also still in discussions about the possible SC winter move, though we must admit at the moment the cons are outweighing the pros. Most of the issues are financial at this point – the first time we do this will be the most expensive all around, because a) we won’t have perfected the technique and know how to make it the most efficient, we’ll still be on the learning curve and b) the job thing will be up in the air the first time with honey (or will be non existent, since the first time we go we’ll really need to work on the house, which means I’d pick up the slack financially, which is always iffy – I freelance). So we are definitely finally talking about it in a concrete and constructive way, it’s just that desire and reality are still on separate paths. We’re working on it. We both want to do it, if we can.

So, that’s my week in a nutshell. I feel like I’m forgetting things to tell you, and I probably am. That’s ok, it’ll give me something to write this weekend. *wink* Meanwhile, enjoy some random Henry Rollins goodness:

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