spinthemoon (spinthemoon) wrote,

Liar liar, pants on fire

Remember in my last post, when I said I would try to be better about blogging? 

I totally lied. I didn't even try. Oh, I got as far as logging in, and every so often thinking, I really ought to post something, but that's as far as it went. I think I'm just going through a phase where I can't believe that my life could be remotely interesting to anyone but me.

For example...

My Project From Hell is finally over. I'm all disoriented now. I go to work and feel like something is missing. And then I remember, Oh, yeah...it's that Project From Hell Monkey on your back.

My weight is creeping back up, because I have been a slug. A face-stuffing slug. So, I bought one of these. So far I've used it a little bit, but it's hard to find the time because The Boy is always on it. I swear it's a wonder he's not completely rattled, what with all the bouncing.

I've also started trying to eat better. To that end, I made a quinoa salad for lunch the other day. Quinoa, a bit of grilled chicken, tomato, pine nuts, feta cheese, red bell pepper, and some balsamic vinegar. I made lots. I then proceeded to eat it all, which sort of defeats the purpose. But it was so good. I think I will make some more today and divvy it up for lunches this week. How long do you think it will keep? I don't want to poison myself, which would also defeat the purpose.

I am in despair about the house. It's just out of control. I think a major decluttering is on the horizon. I did decide to take out the green thing and put the clock in its place. I liked the green thing because I don't have a lot of horizontal space to display things, but since it was right by the back door, it was displaying, among other things, a box of moth balls, a can of lighter fluid, and a pair of pliers.

I am proud of myself because I've practiced the piano every day. I feel a little guilty subjecting the family to my playing, though. Last night my mom came over for dinner and I played a song for her, and when she remarked that I was getting better, my husband muttered, Thank God! 

OK, I think I see now why I haven't been blogging, lol.

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