It is Monday, again. Beginning of the week, a whole fresh new week to screw up. Huzzah!

I had a pretty good weekend. Sunshiney and warm and full of inane things to do to whittle time away. It was great.  It actually started Thursday night when SkinnyEmmie came to to town and we had dinner at Buckhead’s Prime and then had drinks at Whiskey Blue atop the W hotel, just around the corner from Lenox. There are times when I really, really enjoy living in Atlanta…. being able to do things like sip a Martini while viewing the sunset across the Atlanta skyline is one of those times. That’s an experience I rarely got in Podunk.

I did make a choice to eat off plan on Thursday night…. not by too much but my dinner roll, lobster bisque and martini were not part of a controlled carbohydrate lifestyle. That began an avalanche of sorts and let’s just say that there are reasons I don’t believe in ‘cheat meals’ and ‘moderation is key’ isn’t true for everyone. Trying to be back on the ball today. Needless to say, I don’t think my Healthy You Weigh in is going to go very well tomorrow. Back up on the horse… if at first you don’t succeed… and other motivational gems. I’ve tried hard to keep up with other weight loss bloggers so they can inspire me. It sort of flies in the face of Keeping My Eyes on My Own Paper but I am walking the thin line. I just need to know that it’s possible.

Before anyone else asks, I’ve not been back to Chemistry. I guess I’m just not really interested in what’s going on, there. Had I logged in and found a bevy of attractive, available men to choose from, I guess I’d be more enthusiastic. Dating requires interest at the very least. Nothing worse than being on a date with someone who is ho hum about it all. Anyway, I wasn’t at all excited by what I found– in fact, I felt it was a little bit bottom of the barrell (and maybe the men feel that way, too). I wasn’t excited or intrigued by the profiles I’d seen so far. Not sure I’ll go back to it, or online dating at all.

This sort of reminds me of this Discovery documentary that V and I watched a few weeks ago– The Science of Sex, which was REALLY interesting!– where they had men and women line up in two rows, with numbers on thieir foreheads. They mic’d one girl as she went through the exercise of trying to match up with the highest number she could find. Her commentary was… well… I was slightly alarmed at hearing her say, ‘no, too low… no, I can do better than that…. no, not good enough…’ but then when they attached a ficititious amount of wealth to some of the more average looking men, suddenly they became a little more popular and in demand. It’s no wonder when I go to Lenox or Phipps, I see an unfortunate looking man dressed to the nines and all he wants to talk about is his Egyptian silk shirt and Rolex watch. And it’s like Thursday night, when I was in Buckhead, I just shake my head sometimes at the outward show of wealth.  Bentleys and Mercedes and Cadillacs parked out front at the valet as if on display. Never mind that they’re at the damned MALL.

It also makes me wonder if, for all my attempts to be different I am exactly the same.  I look at a picture and a paragraph and decide that I can do better.  Hmmmmmm. Food for thought.

This week should be a busy one. My cousin Jan is coming out tomorrow to bring me a bed for my guest room! I’m excited about that. Not so much excited about the boxes that I need to drag out of there and put somewhere. I’m still waffling on my decision to rent that room out. I’m cringeing at the thought of losing privacy and my space. I’m cringeing more at the thought of writing that big old rent check. Oy, which way do I go?

I visited with my cousin Roz yesterday. My aunt (who is in her late 70′s) has been on dialysis for 2 months. She has dropped from 220ish to 139 lbs. Join me in a :| WTF look. I’ll be going out to see her in the coming weeks. She is doing much better since she decided she wanted to live and consented to dialysis. Hopefully she’ll be getting some energy back as well. While my dad was here, she had to be admitted to the hospital, so we’re glad to see her doing better.

Oh! I have a guest coming to stay with me this weekend! Becky from BeckyBlogs.com is coming to visit and I could not be more excited. She’s an author, and one of my insprations so I can’t wait to spend a whole weekend with someone who knows what I am talking abut when I talk about my writing challenges. I did promise to not lock her in a room with a computer, a la Misery, so I guess her 3rd book won’t be finished this weekend. Booooo. Anyway, so looking forward to some girl time!

Well, the natives (aka Boss and his cohorts ) are getting restless. One of our guests in the Corporate apartment broke the toilet. Reported it to no one.  ARGH!

Here I come to save the day,

At the moment, my weekend rundown is rather anti-climactic. And that’s a good thing.

I spent most of Friday with my stomach in knots, not really sure what was going on, what was expected of me and how much of it I could get out of. My dad called me late morning and basically just said that he wanted to see me before he left town and wanted to see if I was coming to Uncle T’s 80th birthday. Much of the family from Colorado and Illinois and Indiana were coming to town. I said I would go.

I wrote on Saturday about my sucktastic Friday. Thankfully, that day went much better, because two crappy days in a row makes for a cranky Curvy. I took my time getting ready and instead of meeting the family at 4:00 at the restaurant where the dinner/ party was, I drove to Aunt and Uncle’s where my dad was staying.  He wasn’t there, as he had run to the store quickly, so I had a chance to talk with my Aunt, 78, and my Uncle, 80.

Their house is always 104 degrees. This makes me laugh, for no apparent reason.

Another thing is that my Aunt is so very frank and direct. She’s a funny little lady. “Well [insert my name]. I haven’t seen you for awhile? You married yet?” [Read more →]

It’s Friday. I ADORE Friday. It’s my favorite day of the week. Right about here is where I’d be excitedly prattling on about my weekend plans. The ones that never come to fruition but at least I make them, every week. There’s my weekly trip to CVS,  laying in bed trying to get myself to get up and go to the hair salon, writing, watching a lot of TV, maybe some movies, maybe some grocery shopping, maybe some cooking, maybe some cleaning. Two glorious days to myself, to do what I want to do, when I want to do it.

Right about here is where I am kind of freaking out. As I mentioned last night, I got a bombshell dropped onto said weekend. An email from my mother:

From: Mama Jones
Re: Your uncle’s 80th birthday party

Your dad is in Georgia for your uncle’s birthday party and to see your Aunt D. Your cousins want to know if you’re coming to the party. Call your dad at [cell number]. I was just thinking, you all live in the same city and you never talk. Was there a problem?

[other random things]

Love, mom

And soooooooooooo. WHAT? [Read more →]