Soooo frustrated. Feel free to skip!
I’m frustrated, oh so frustrated, but I”m NOT going to buy anything, just… here. Happy Guy Day. Rant to follow this weekend.
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My blood sugar this morning was over 200. I’m sure Dairy Queen for dinner and that Hershey bar at midnight had a lot to do with it. It’s depressing. I have no vices and I’ve given up everything I love. Cheesecake. Pizza. Cokes. Chocolate. Men. And clothes.
13 days, no buying clothes! (Am going to stop saying ‘no shopping’ – I’m shopping, just not buying. I know. I’m a masochist. I have no money, so no buying.)
Here. Have some Richard.
I am now going to have lunch. Yogurt. Yum. *Sarcasm*
Hello and welcome to Channel Z. I’m Zee or Zeepster and I’ll be your host today! I am celebrating 11 days of NOT BUYING CLOTHES! I have looked, I have a wish list, but no. No purchasing. I am praying it is still warm enough to wear one of the sleeveless dresses I purchased last month that I like – I like all three of them and 2 of them I can wear to work, but they’re still dressy enough to wear to my brother’s wedding.
Either way, it’s been 11 days and I’d like to break my record of almost 30 days, I do believe. All of my backorders have come in, my credit card is now topped out (or pretty close) so if I do break down to purchase something, it has to be with my actual fundage, not the credit fundage. That should slow me down.
It has taken 4 days for me to figure out HOW to answer my phone. It’s weird, my son called it over and over and HE was actually the one who figured it out. So much slipping and sliding. Hate it. Just hate it.
We are in for a hopping evening…
The cats are under my bed. They won’t even come out for dinner. That’s pretty bad, given an hour ago Lord Thunderbutt was at my feet screaming for food. That’s the only thing he screams for.
I have reached the last question of Guylty’s challenge…
Z – A chaRActer headcanon you have?
I tend to WRITE my headcanons. I think Thorin had a love when he was young and when she died, he took her death so badly, no one spoke of it, which is why there is no mention of her. I think Gary is stressed and over-worked and so busy doing his job and raising his boys, he feels thrown under the bus in many ways. Certainly has no time to socialize. I know this feeling. I think he’s a sweet and gentle man and probably is looked past at the grocery store. I think Daniel Miller has been an undercover spy for so long, he’s forgotten WHO he really is. I want to delve into Trevor Belmont’s backstory.
I think Guy suffered so much when his parents died and he and his sister were tossed of their land. I think Isabella had no clue how much he suffered at the hands of others so she would have a little something.
Those are my head cannons. Have some Richard!
I know, I know, it’s the smack dab middle of July, right? Here in the sub-tropics, we still have 3 more months of 90+ degree temps BEFORE heat index throws it into 3 digits! But I return to work the back end of next week! I don’t really have to report until Friday, but I’ll go in Wednesday to start setting up my keyboard lab and getting my room put together. I’m hoping I find my 2 externals before then. I have one full of school age movies to show when I’m out sick. I had them the last day of school, brought them home and I’ve not seen them since. No shit, Sherlock! Unreal, I know!
Ah. Harken back to the days when sumemr vacation was June, July AND ALL of August!!!!
Y – Choose a work of art of a song that reminds you of RA
and if that’s not enough –
Think I’m done? Nope. It’s Man-Candy Monday and as I somehow managed to go through Friday with no Guy Day… Man Candy Monday is brought to you by Richard Armitage, dressed up and no where to go but my head!
I hope y’all are having a wonderful Monday!
Dropped my phone in the toilet, and my thigh highs finally came in!
I’m feeling really good right now!
I’ve been kinda at loose ends the last few days. Irritated with the roller coaster ride of my blood sugar and irritated that I’ve not really put down anything of value story-wise.
About an hour ago, I was bit by a bunny from a future reincarnation of Guy… the muse insisted I write it. I know it won’t make much sense. Some background – this takes place sometime in the 1700’s – please meet Hugh Robert FitzGisborne. He is in his 50’s, widowed, no children. He has a nephew, who will inherit, if he doesn’t remarry and have any and he’s not really in the mood to do so. He likes his nephew and the young man is planning a rather advantageous marriage the next year to an heiress that Hugh likes.
Enter Hugh’s elderly friend Arthur, Lord Wutherford. He doesn’t like his grandson, who is his heir, or his granddaughter at all. (For good reason) He does like his ward – Regina, Baroness of Torksey. She has a nice little estate that his grandson is eye-balling and Arthur would rather see it – and her – in more mature hands.
Not to mention, he intends on leaving his grandson the drafty old castle with the run-down furniture and the title and nothing else, while leaving his ward with everything else, which adds up to a tidy sum. He’s asked Hugh’s mother to sponsor (who Hugh lovingly calls ‘The Dragon”) and guide the chit through a season in London.
Well, I think we kind of knows what happens…
I am very happy all of the boys and the coach trapped in the cave in Thailand have been rescued and look like they’re okay. Really. Very happy.
I was devastated to discover very late last night that one of my sweetest kinders perished in an apartment fire a few weeks back. The apartment had NO smoke detector! The landlord will get a 25.00 fine. Really? That’s ALL???? I’m just… devastated.
I have had a chronic problem with my blood sugar dropping in the late afternoon- early evening. I was not completely good today – although I hadn’t had any Cokes, the regular kind, that is, I did have a gyro with fries for lunch. Half way through dinner (grilled burger) I went into the shakes and checking my sugar, it was 80. That’s crazy low for me and considering I had a starting point of 152, and I ate heartily during the day, it’s distressing that it sank to that level during dinner. This isn’t the first time it’s happened. in the last few weeks. Color me unhappy.
So either way, I’m here with a late Man Candy. Belly up to the bar, girls!
I’m gonna go crash… as in g’nite!
This is just a couple of things I’ve done. I’m mostly lazy… all of this was done on Photo Shop Elements 5.0 (EXTREMELY OLD!) and the kits were freebies I’ve picked off all around over the years.