I heard that stupid Wake Me Up Before You Go Go song by Wham on the radio a while ago and it’s stuck in my head. Ugh, I hate it when that happens (don’t you dare, Bloggus!). And yes, I know it’s pitiful to listen to a radio station that still (or ever) plays Wham but this is Pigsknuckle, remember? I don’t do country. Or rap. Or Rush Limbaugh. And I’m careful about what Ryan hears. In fact, here’s a funny story about that…
I have that James Blunt CD with the Beautiful song on it. On the CD, he sings about being ‘fucking high.’ Because I never wanted Ryan to hear the f-word, I’d discreetly use the radio controls on my steering wheel to mute that bit (and I made sure never to play it in the house when she was home). So, for a couple of years, she thought there was a skip on the CD. Well, in the version of the song that plays on the radio, he sings, ‘flying high’ (FCC censors, you know). When Ryan heard it, she said, “Ohhhhhhhh, that's the word our CD skips!” I chuckled. Just last week I told her the truth about our CD. We both got a good giggle. And I still mute it (much to her chagrin) because even though she’s nearly 10 and now knows the word exists, it doesn’t mean she’s old enough for the F-Bomb! Damn it.
Anyway, we leave for our camping trip tomorrow, so I thought I’d pop in with some random stuff and to say ‘bye!’
I checked the weather for the lake and found out there’s a chance of thunderstorms every day for the next 10 days. Nice, eh? Good thing we’ll only be gone for 6. Actually, I don’t mind rain when I’m camping, as long as I don’t have to set-up or take down in it. And ‘chance of’ means there’s a good possibility we won’t get squat (as Ryan says, the weatherman lies). Fingers crossed, anyway. We’re going to spend the whole time reading, hiking, swimming in the lake, and star-gazing… I cannot wait. And we’ll spend Ryan’s 10th birthday in the woods, which sounds like a pretty perfect birthday to me. Too bad I was born in February.
The Booby Walk training is going well. I’m now doing between 6 and 8 miles a day, which, truth be told, I’m feeling more than I should. Of course, it’s really hot and humid when I walk (since, you know, I can’t get my ass out of bed early enough to get to the park before the sun’s high in the sky). I have to plan 10, 12, and 15-mile routes around town for August and September weekends (as I don’t have time for really long distances during the week). My Mussolini Heel and crap ankle are still giving me serious grief but they hurt just as much when I do nothing, so I figure I might as well do something if I’m going to be in pain either way.
The training, regardless of how painful, has been great for my weight loss effort! I’m trying not to be one of those annoying people who starts losing weight and then talks about nothing else, but it’s going well. I really like this whole Weight Watchers plan. I’ve been eating healthy – loads of veg and fruit and virtually no cravings - and I’ve lost consistently every week so far. Tomorrow’s weigh-in day and I expect more of my lard-ass will be gone then, too! I was pretty happy when, on Saturday, I got to wear a pair of cropped pants that didn’t fit a few weeks ago… whoo hoo!
And yeah, my boss still sucks. And no, she doesn’t have my blog address. I hope. And no, I don’t want her job (nor could I have it, given that she owns the company). I'll just keep mopping up her slop. What goes around comes around, right? I'm working on a way to benefit from the whole mess in the near future...
That’s about it, I think. And since I've done little packing, I really should go. Have a great week, my bloggy buddies, and I’ll see you when we’re back from the lake! XOXO