Blog Schmog

THE PRESSURE! IT'S KILLING ME!

I feel the pounding pressure to BLOG ALL THE TIME. And let's be honest folks. I don't have much to say, I just have this addiction. So brace yourselves for the nothingness of my blog:

I'm trying to figure out how to create a sidebar button that tracks the number of days since my last "Kateastrophe." Scnozz, who I've never met and has never even heard of me creates these hilarious sidebar buttons all the time (oh yeah, props to her for letting the internet steal her ADD Superstar button showing over there) and I'm seriously thinking of sending her an email that says "Hey, you don't know me from Adam, but I have these Kateastrophes, see . . . and I want a sidebar button that tracks them - kind of like the signs at some companies that count the number of days since a work related accident? A counter of sorts?) But I think she'll think I'm a nut job. Which I am, but that's a different story for a different day.

Work today was . . . well, like doing the work of three people. You know . . . the usual sales calls, marketing tasks followed by admin duties that were supposed to be over in August. I'm not complaining, mind you. For one thing, it's easier for me to do the admin stuff then try to explain it to yet another temp who may or may not be here next week. For another thing, I enjoy being crazy busy then dramatically coming home at the end of the day and telling Matt "YOU decide what we're doing for dinner. IIIII am doing the work of twelve people and I have no brain power left!" (followed by a MORE dramatic flop on the couch -- where I sit for the REST.OF.THE.NIGHT.) Then Matt or I order pizza and I basically push "DELETE" on the workout I got my arse out of bed at 5:30 AM for. But mmmmm stuffed crust cheese pizza. (SEE?!? THIS IS WHY I AM NO LONGER SKINNY)

Speaking of skinny . . . my friend Stacey has an elliptical machine she can't use because of some back trouble she's been having, so she is loaning it to me. NOW, I plan on watching ALL the TV I want, guilt free, because I will be pounding away the fat on the beautiful thing. I figure I'll be a size 0 in about four days . . . because that's how much TV I currently watch.

And that folks, is all she wrote for the night. Lost is on and my butt hurts from sitting in one position for too long. I'd better lay down, I'm burning too many of the pizza calories using my fingers to type so fast.