esmerelda in residence

Sit down and rest a spell

Pickin' & Trimmin' from Matt Morris Films on Vimeo.

 

Even Less Back

I (and the Mr by default) are still on the WW program. My WW@ Work program is in recess for the holidays, so I have been going to the local shopping centre & weighing in there. It costs $2 to use the scales but still a bargain when you consider it's $20 per meeting. Anyway weigh in today showed a kg loss, bring total loss to 10.2kg. Woohoo for me.



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today

Today is Sunday - the original plan for the day was to: 

1. do laundry
2. mow lawn
3. clean house
4. wash dogs

Instead, the sun is shining and we are going to cram 8 hours of housework into 3, and go out and enjoy lunch with friends. 

We are going to do things. 

Hurrah for us! 

Weirdo magnet

It has been previously noted in this forum that people tend to tell me shit. Strangers, people I work with, random discussions with people while we're standing in line at, well, standing in line anywhere really. I am told about their love life, the troubles they have with: stepchildren/children/wives/husbands/ex-wives/ex-husbands/jobs/sexual dysfunction/unplanned pregnancy - you name it and someone has told me about it. People also ask me for directions, often pushing aside several people to get to me and ask "how do I get to x?"

Mr M used to think I was exageratting until he witnessed this phenomena himself, when a young asian tourist shoved the Mr to the side to ask me how to get to Queen Elizabeth. Of course, the Mr just about pissed himself laughing when he listened to me tell the young man how to get to the QVB and the statue of Queen Victoria.

The other morning I get on the train, sit in my usual spot  and a woman (we'll call her CW) comes dashing through the doors just as they were closing.  She was clutching a pain of tights which she waved in my face and said" I found these, aren't I lucky cuz I can't go home dressed like this". She was dressed in (torn) fishnets, a pleather mini skirt & an off the shoulder top (think flashdance ) - all black. The scabs on her face (where she either got whacked in the nose or took a header onto the sidewalk) were also a bit hard to ignore.

CW proceeded to tell me about why she was dressed like that, the bitch that stole her bag with her clothes in it, her job, her dead brother, her formerly addicted mother, her son, her kids that her sister-in-law stole from her, her sister-in-law and her weird foreign ways, what was wrong with DOCs in this country, what was wrong with immigration laws in this country, her opinion on what immigrants to this country should wear (they should dress like us apparently), the dead baby her sister-in-law buried in her back yard (this is when I started questioning my judgement about making eye contact and nodding politely when someone speaks to me), more about her job, her other brother, going through rehab, how much money rehab costs and her mother's former lover.

All this in the space of 30 minutes. 

Actually, baby has less back

Weigh in yesterday revealed a 2.4k loss, after two disappointing weigh ins (100g one week, 500g the next) 

I have lost 8.9k.

I am bloody well chuffed, as they say.

Baby has back

Ten weeks into WW and have lost (as at the day I wrote this, not neccesarily the day you're reading this) 6kg. I would love to lose another 6kg by Christmas, but I think the only way that's going to happen is if I pump up the exercise.

Stranger things have happened I guess, but if you feel the earth trembling under your feet, that's just me jogging.

Crank up the volumn

Batuta Discos from Radio Soulwax on Vimeo.

 I love Vimeo!

One of the funniest

bloggers I've run across in a long time.

See for yourself - she speaks my language.

We are going away

For the first time in 3 years, the Mr & I are going away for the weekend.  Since the hounds arrived in our life, no more spur of the moment off to a beach get-a-way type weekends for us. Now getting away involves the booking of plane tickets for the dogminder, booking of cottages and planning of meals.

Of course, since we are headed here, it's raining.

He loves me

even though after 8 years I am still disturbingly vague as to the exact date we got married;

even though I've packed on 35 kilos since we got married;

even though he said "Yes, we can have ONE dog, and it sleeps outside" and we now have THREE that all want to sleep in bed with us;

even though he says "don't put anything on the credit card" and I go out and buy new handbags (hey, it was a bargain) and cookware the very next day;

through all this and much more.

And I still love him;

even though he said he didn't want dogs, I catch him speaking to one dog in french, the other in spanish and the third in japanese and catch him putting the oldest dog on our bed at night ;

even though I am gassier than him;

because all I have to do is mention that I might want something and he gets it for me;

through all the ways shows he loves me, large and small.

Happy anniversary Husband.

Now, I just wish I could find a 5 foot chicken.