New Leaves

Sorry about the lag in posting. I have not physically adapted well to this change in my career. It takes more out of me than I thought it would. I have to force myself to go back to bed or take naps. I can only truly work out at the gym on my days off. I suppose I could whip out the fitness tapes again, time is so precious, that I just don't have the time to drive the half hour to and from the gym, work out for an hour and a half (with proper stretching warm up and cool down) It's just not feasible. Probably because I'm not really working 50 hours a week, it's more like 60.

I wish Aunt Flo would get here and leave already, and take these breasts that belong to someone else with her. Seriously, I feel like I look like I've had a boob job.

Speaking of breasts, I can not buy bras in stores anymore. Not unless I want to pay an arm and a leg for it. I seem to be in an 'in between' bra size. Either they or sold out... everywhere, or they just allow each city 10 bras in my size, and I must scurry to find them.

My sister is due July 28, and I thought that she would go before now, but she hasn't put together her crib yet. Joy of all joys, Glema (read: biological mother, aka 'mother') will be in town for this. Most likely, I will have to share the house with her, and I was looking forward to just Jammer and I being around.

I took Jammer last Sunday to Mc Donalds to get his happy meal and play on the gym. It was full of screaming children. I didn't like how many doors were in that place. But, I guess I understand emergency exits and what not. There was just no strategic place for me to set myself to watch him and watch the doors. Call me paranoid, I don't mind. He played for 2 hours while his mommy took a nap and I crocheted.

Mike and I have pushed back the moving in date.... my suggestion. I was starting to freak out a bit about living with someone else again. I am afraid in some ways. I am also certain that I will not be able to commute. Since I may not be able to commute, I want to have a little bit more money saved up. I know that I could find a management position again, my job is pretty much transferable. However, I don't think I want an equivalent transfer. I want 40 hours, not 50+, so that I can contribute both financially, and personally to my commitment.

My beloved is mkaing staves like crazy, He keeps bringing them here for me to photograph. He's doing so well. I finally finished my poncho so that I can start making some for sale.

Really, thats about all