Energy Schmengery

August 4, 2008 at 6:29 pm 1 comment

Did you know that I usually run around like a beheaded chicken most days? I can never sit still. I also have the attention span of a goldfish, too. And I never get tired.

So what the frig is up?

No, I’m not impregnated. The Mister has been cut and tied. If I am pregnant, that’s a cruel joke, God. But I feel like I did when I was. No energy. Zap. Zip. Zzzzzzzzzz. *snore*

I can’t figure it out. Here’s the list running around in my head, of why I could be so, so, so…hibernate-ly lately:

  1. It’s hot. It’s so hot that it feels like I dumped a 5 gallon vat of steaming spaghetti noodles in the sink and stuck my head in for a facial. Every time I go outside to do what I am about to tell you in #2.
  2. I started smoking cigarettes again. Shut up. I started a month ago because I felt like making a unwise, stinky decision. There’s more to it than that but I am not going to delve into that topic today. Smoking is bad.
  3. I got a painful massage. A deep muscle massage. And all my metabolic waste settled on my Get Up And Go Valve. My neck feels much better but I haven’t been drinking enough H2O to flush my system.
  4. I might be premenstrual. I have to be. I don’t know when Bloody Mary is due to come along, though, because the Mister is cut and tied, remember? And I don’t keep track of my cycle anymore. But I have that mild crabby, take a lot of naps feeling.
  5. I haven’t worked out since Summer vacation began. Well, scratch that. I have, but not WORKED OUT. I told Chad that I wanted Santa Clause to buy me a tread mill for Christmas, and I always get what I want ‘cuz that’s how I roll. Or walk. Or jog. I need to exercise to keep my killer physique. Killer- as in you’ll die of laughter if you see me naked.
  6. I am tired of summer. Shhhh. Don’t tell Old Man Winter that I said that. But I am ready for falling leaves and I want to decorate my Christmas tree.
  7. I am stressing about starting work up again. I know I am going to get in the swing of things but if you think I am a lazy sloth now, see me in September, Week 1. I’ll be a zomb-itch. Tired and Grumpy. But after I reconcile myself with alarm clocks again it will all be well.
  8. I don’t have another reason. I just didn’t want to end on an odd number because I am silly like that.

So, there you have it ladies and gents. I am outta energy. But I mustered up enough to make some Big, Fat, Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies though. Read this:

“These cookies are the pinnacle of perfection! If you want a big, fat, chewy cookie like the kind you see at bakeries and specialty shops, then these are the cookies for you!”

That’s the truth, too. They’re huge and gooey. Everyone will stalk you for the recipe. I bet your Significant others will love you forever if you make them. Well, hopefully they will regardless, but they might just go that extra mile the next time they rub your back, yannowhatimsayin?

And I took some photos of this deliciously adorable little kiddo next door. Maybe he’ll donate some of his energy to me. Do they do energy transplants?

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. TracyR  |  August 6, 2008 at 1:05 pm

    Coffee is my friend. Or I would be there with you too. That is a cutie neighbor you have there.

    Reply

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