vanillafluffy: (Warning cactus)
I just finished hanging up a bunch of clothes that actually fit me. I didn't stop because all my clothes were hung, I stopped because I ran out of hangers. Imagine a huge grin on my face, because the last couple of months have found me standing in front of my closet on Sunday mornings and swearing--everything I had was too goddamn big and looked like hell.

Having been unable to shop at all for the last year, and not even being able to get out and try stuff on, I didn't really have a grasp of where I was, sizewise.

The first hint came when I settled into my seat on the plane and discovered to my stunned delight that I no longer need a seatbelt extender. The last time that happened, Jimmy Carter was President.

GK had a large laundry basket FULL of goodies awaiting my try-on. Oh, the pretties! Most of them fit; there were more that were too large than too small. The cherry on it all was discovering GK and I are wearing approximately the same sizes--the first time in the more than 30 years of our friendship in which that's been true.

We went shopping--I picked up a pair of black Fashion Bug trousers, NWT, that fit divinely--SIZE 24! The pair I wore on the plane down are 26/28, which explains why I look like I've deflated. Of course, plus sizing is not an exact science--I'm wearing a simple black straight skirt that fits becomingly, and it's a 26--I also have several size 22 dresses and some 18/20 tops....

We want to a meeting the other evening, and I found out that I no longer have to fear being wedged into those stacking chairs--the kind with the chrome arms and legs. I've hated those chairs for decades, and now I'm safe from their torment.

Mind you, me attempting to get up from one of those collapseable folding chairs with the rods and the canvas could probably be sold to America's Funniest Home Videos. Managed it the other morning, though, watching the Balloon Festival. Magical! The balloons, although my eventual successful extrication from the wobbling canvas contraption was also quite satisfying.

This has definitely been the trip of a lifetime! Looks like I'll be staying a while longer, which I don't mind a bit. More as it happens!

.
vanillafluffy: (Stained-glass spiral)
I'm headed back up to Mb's shortly, for---? As long as she'll have me, I guess.

I'm hoping her lifestyle will continue to translate to weight loss, although I supposed it *could* be the decaf/desodafication kicking in.

As of this morning, I'm 268.5. (Yes, you read that right. I've dropped 10 pounds in a week and a half. Hells to the yes!)

.
vanillafluffy: (Stained-glass spiral)
I'm headed back up to Mb's shortly, for---? As long as she'll have me, I guess.

I'm hoping her lifestyle will continue to translate to weight loss, although I supposed it *could* be the decaf/desodafication kicking in.

As of this morning, I'm 268.5. (Yes, you read that right. I've dropped 10 pounds in a week and a half. Hells to the yes!)

.

I'm back!

Aug. 24th, 2012 10:30 pm
vanillafluffy: (Catfeather)
Not only did Mb carry me away, she fed me ice cream, really GOOD ice cream---coconut chip, with shreds of real coconut and little shavings of dark chocolate, in a waffle cone. It was divine.

I managed to check my email at the library (and discovered that Publix has wifi!) but haven't really been online because LJ is forbidden at her res. *le sigh* So it's good to be back!

Ice cream notwithstanding, life at Mb's tends to be a lot less caloric than life Chez Fluffy. Even so, I was rather startled when I got on her scale today. Aside from canasta night last weekend, I've been eating lightly this week, and the scale reflected that. On the other hand, she has one of those flat, digital scales. My home scale is one of those classic doctor's office numbers, with the big block in 50-lb intervals and the smaller slider in 1-lb and fractions. So I'm going to wait til tomorrow to announce anything, but if you've awakened by loud squeeing, you'll know it's good.

I'm almost rady to crawl into bed---I have a book I'm looking forward to reading---but I figured I'd let youse guys I hadn't fallen off the face of the earth.

TTFN!

.

I'm back!

Aug. 24th, 2012 10:30 pm
vanillafluffy: (Catfeather)
Not only did Mb carry me away, she fed me ice cream, really GOOD ice cream---coconut chip, with shreds of real coconut and little shavings of dark chocolate, in a waffle cone. It was divine.

I managed to check my email at the library (and discovered that Publix has wifi!) but haven't really been online because LJ is forbidden at her res. *le sigh* So it's good to be back!

Ice cream notwithstanding, life at Mb's tends to be a lot less caloric than life Chez Fluffy. Even so, I was rather startled when I got on her scale today. Aside from canasta night last weekend, I've been eating lightly this week, and the scale reflected that. On the other hand, she has one of those flat, digital scales. My home scale is one of those classic doctor's office numbers, with the big block in 50-lb intervals and the smaller slider in 1-lb and fractions. So I'm going to wait til tomorrow to announce anything, but if you've awakened by loud squeeing, you'll know it's good.

I'm almost rady to crawl into bed---I have a book I'm looking forward to reading---but I figured I'd let youse guys I hadn't fallen off the face of the earth.

TTFN!

.

!!!

Aug. 16th, 2012 11:11 am
vanillafluffy: (Ribbons curled)
279.5 this morning!


.

!!!

Aug. 16th, 2012 11:11 am
vanillafluffy: (Ribbons curled)
279.5 this morning!


.
vanillafluffy: (Laundry)
I've got bedding going in the dryer, and I just finished putting away a drawerful of panties. System: The farther back in the drawer, the older/larger they are. I've still got a few pairs of JMS14s, although these days I can get comfortably into a 12 (or 13, I have them too, and they're newish compared to the 14s).

Yesterday, I was absolutely overjoyed to wear a certain blue-and-white cotton skirt to church. The skirt itself I got circa 1988, probably last worn 1990ish---but I love it and kept it, despite having gotten rid of a LOT of other things I despaired of ever wearing again. I'm glad I kept the faith, because it's back in my active wardrobe!

The print is two shades of blue on a white background, kind of palm-frondish. I wore it with a navy tank top. I accessorized it with an asymmetric necklace of mother-of-pearl and coral and red ballet flats. Add to this the fact that my hair has FINALLY grown out enough that I no longer snarl at my reflection in mirrors (It only took three months!).

I don't always feel good about myself. My weight has been see-sawing back and forth, up and down the same five pounds since April, or thereabouts. I'm fifty-something, my skin has lost its firmness, and when I take my clothes off, I look like a shar-pei. My teeth could land me a part in The Grapes of Wrath. I don't wear make-up because there's always something better to spend money on, and between thick glasses and minimal eyelashes, bone structure and thick hair are all I have going for me north or the neck. Well, that and brains, but I don't think anyone but zombies wants to look at THEM.

But one thing I *AM* happy about is the fact that this whole entire year so far, I've stayed under 300 pounds, which is the first time I've been able to say that since circa 1990. And, while the number on the scale hasn't made the downward progress I'd like to see, that five-pound range I've been hovering in is in the low 280s, which I regard as quite satisfactory.

Basically, I'm trying to relate the following philosophy to the status quo:


Reflect gravity

oxo
vanillafluffy: (Laundry)
I've got bedding going in the dryer, and I just finished putting away a drawerful of panties. System: The farther back in the drawer, the older/larger they are. I've still got a few pairs of JMS14s, although these days I can get comfortably into a 12 (or 13, I have them too, and they're newish compared to the 14s).

Yesterday, I was absolutely overjoyed to wear a certain blue-and-white cotton skirt to church. The skirt itself I got circa 1988, probably last worn 1990ish---but I love it and kept it, despite having gotten rid of a LOT of other things I despaired of ever wearing again. I'm glad I kept the faith, because it's back in my active wardrobe!

The print is two shades of blue on a white background, kind of palm-frondish. I wore it with a navy tank top. I accessorized it with an asymmetric necklace of mother-of-pearl and coral and red ballet flats. Add to this the fact that my hair has FINALLY grown out enough that I no longer snarl at my reflection in mirrors (It only took three months!).

I don't always feel good about myself. My weight has been see-sawing back and forth, up and down the same five pounds since April, or thereabouts. I'm fifty-something, my skin has lost its firmness, and when I take my clothes off, I look like a shar-pei. My teeth could land me a part in The Grapes of Wrath. I don't wear make-up because there's always something better to spend money on, and between thick glasses and minimal eyelashes, bone structure and thick hair are all I have going for me north or the neck. Well, that and brains, but I don't think anyone but zombies wants to look at THEM.

But one thing I *AM* happy about is the fact that this whole entire year so far, I've stayed under 300 pounds, which is the first time I've been able to say that since circa 1990. And, while the number on the scale hasn't made the downward progress I'd like to see, that five-pound range I've been hovering in is in the low 280s, which I regard as quite satisfactory.

Basically, I'm trying to relate the following philosophy to the status quo:


Reflect gravity

oxo
vanillafluffy: (My Tribal)
Back in the day, circa 1989, GK got me and a few of the usual suspects into attending Renaissance festivals, and at one of them, we encountered The Chameleon.



We got to see the inventor and his crew demonstrate its versatility, and SBJB, Doc and I all purchased one. (According to J, Doc had more than one, but whatever.) It wasn't what I'd call cheap, either---I seem to recall the ultra-super-plus size I got was about $75, making it one of the priciest garments I've ever owned.

They are NOT one-size-fits-all; according to the gal I bought mine from, they're constructed proportionally, a certain radius for the torso, a certain hexagon size for the correct length...anyway, I got mine ages back, grew out of it, and about ten years ago, when GK got into sewing cloaks and such, I gave her my Chameleon thinking she might be able to expand her repertorie (and possibly make me one that fit).

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, at GK's hotel, when she brought out my old Chameleon and asked if I wanted it back.

I hadn't seen it in eons or had it on in even longer. Purely out of morbid curiousity, I tried it on, and almost had to be revived: IT FITS. (Worked a treat as a nightgown, too.) Yes, my weight has been up and down, but clearly more down than up.

Now if I can just get some of the rust stains off it...I might end up tie-dying it, or at least redying it something more saturated than candy pink....

.
vanillafluffy: (My Tribal)
Back in the day, circa 1989, GK got me and a few of the usual suspects into attending Renaissance festivals, and at one of them, we encountered The Chameleon.



We got to see the inventor and his crew demonstrate its versatility, and SBJB, Doc and I all purchased one. (According to J, Doc had more than one, but whatever.) It wasn't what I'd call cheap, either---I seem to recall the ultra-super-plus size I got was about $75, making it one of the priciest garments I've ever owned.

They are NOT one-size-fits-all; according to the gal I bought mine from, they're constructed proportionally, a certain radius for the torso, a certain hexagon size for the correct length...anyway, I got mine ages back, grew out of it, and about ten years ago, when GK got into sewing cloaks and such, I gave her my Chameleon thinking she might be able to expand her repertorie (and possibly make me one that fit).

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, at GK's hotel, when she brought out my old Chameleon and asked if I wanted it back.

I hadn't seen it in eons or had it on in even longer. Purely out of morbid curiousity, I tried it on, and almost had to be revived: IT FITS. (Worked a treat as a nightgown, too.) Yes, my weight has been up and down, but clearly more down than up.

Now if I can just get some of the rust stains off it...I might end up tie-dying it, or at least redying it something more saturated than candy pink....

.
vanillafluffy: (Housework blahs)
It's not clean-clean, I wouldn't go that far, but I've scratched the surface of my kitchen, enough that I can get to the microwave. Glory be, I can nuke some of the stuff in my freezer. There's enough countertop freed up that I can attempt actual cooking---I'm contemplating mac-n-cheese---so I can use some of my vast stockpile. The fridge is still a biohazard zone, but one thing at a time....

What prompted this flurry of productivity? Several things: 1) The temps dipped to a balmy 84F today. While still warm, it's not so frackin hot that I feel simmered in my own sweat. 2) GK is going to be down in three short weeks, and she may be staying here the final night of her stay. (This also means I'll have to excavate the living room again, which is good, since I'll be able to get the new curtains hanged. I've had them for about four months, it's time they went up.) And 3) I'd arranged to take a bunch of dishes over to J's tomorrow and wash them there in her a/c'ed kitchen. However, she's got some drama going on, and I have a feeling it's not going to happen.

So...June's going to be busy. Because in addition to trying to raise the standards of habitation to "civilized", I *also* have to go through my wardrobe and collect the items I want GK's help with for tailoring. There's so much stuff that doesn't *quite* fit: Skirts with waistbands that are halfway down my hips, pants with hems that are under my heels, tops that need darts to give them shape, dresses that need overhauled---we'll be occupied for a while!

Oh, and first of the month progress report? 283, meaning I've lost a spectacular one whole pound. Hey, it's better than gaining!

0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0

After the mac-n-cheese, I went back out and shifted more stuff around. Discovered that quite a bit of the clutter on the living room floor was empty shopping bags. As with the kitchen, it isn't clean-clean, but it's better.

I also whacked an opening in the heap of boxes between the kitchen and dining room. I was right: I *did* have a full carton of ramen somewhere. In this case, buried under empty 12-pack cartons.

This is the most I've gotten done in months.

.
vanillafluffy: (Housework blahs)
It's not clean-clean, I wouldn't go that far, but I've scratched the surface of my kitchen, enough that I can get to the microwave. Glory be, I can nuke some of the stuff in my freezer. There's enough countertop freed up that I can attempt actual cooking---I'm contemplating mac-n-cheese---so I can use some of my vast stockpile. The fridge is still a biohazard zone, but one thing at a time....

What prompted this flurry of productivity? Several things: 1) The temps dipped to a balmy 84F today. While still warm, it's not so frackin hot that I feel simmered in my own sweat. 2) GK is going to be down in three short weeks, and she may be staying here the final night of her stay. (This also means I'll have to excavate the living room again, which is good, since I'll be able to get the new curtains hanged. I've had them for about four months, it's time they went up.) And 3) I'd arranged to take a bunch of dishes over to J's tomorrow and wash them there in her a/c'ed kitchen. However, she's got some drama going on, and I have a feeling it's not going to happen.

So...June's going to be busy. Because in addition to trying to raise the standards of habitation to "civilized", I *also* have to go through my wardrobe and collect the items I want GK's help with for tailoring. There's so much stuff that doesn't *quite* fit: Skirts with waistbands that are halfway down my hips, pants with hems that are under my heels, tops that need darts to give them shape, dresses that need overhauled---we'll be occupied for a while!

Oh, and first of the month progress report? 283, meaning I've lost a spectacular one whole pound. Hey, it's better than gaining!

0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0

After the mac-n-cheese, I went back out and shifted more stuff around. Discovered that quite a bit of the clutter on the living room floor was empty shopping bags. As with the kitchen, it isn't clean-clean, but it's better.

I also whacked an opening in the heap of boxes between the kitchen and dining room. I was right: I *did* have a full carton of ramen somewhere. In this case, buried under empty 12-pack cartons.

This is the most I've gotten done in months.

.
vanillafluffy: (Likes/Loves)
I recently mentioned the buyer's remorse I had toward a pair of boots I bought way back in 2007. EBay purchase: I thought they'd fit; they didn't.

At the time, I was in the vicinity of 340 (as I recall), and my ankles were humongous. I couldn't get them ON, much less buckle the straps. Grumble, grumble, grumble, into a box they went.

Last month's post reminded me about them. The other day, I measured my calves, because I was lusting after a pair of boots posted on [livejournal.com profile] fatshionxchange--the last time I measured them, they were 23", and now they're 2" smaller. And I thought, hey, if my calves are smaller, shouldn't my ankles have shrunk too? Yes, they're puffy, but they used to be mammoth.

So a little while ago, I wandered into the middle room and rummaged---not for long, because they were in the first box I checked. Took them back into my room and sat on the bed and pulled on the left one. What do you know, it went on without any trouble. Okay, but the straps---? Wrapped around and...buckled?! Hardly daring to to believe it, I repeated the process on the other foot.

Sing hallelujahs! THEY FIT!!! THEY FIT!!!

Now, I just need to integrate them into my current wardrobe, because there's quite a difference between what I was wearing five years ago and what I'm into now....

.
vanillafluffy: (Likes/Loves)
I recently mentioned the buyer's remorse I had toward a pair of boots I bought way back in 2007. EBay purchase: I thought they'd fit; they didn't.

At the time, I was in the vicinity of 340 (as I recall), and my ankles were humongous. I couldn't get them ON, much less buckle the straps. Grumble, grumble, grumble, into a box they went.

Last month's post reminded me about them. The other day, I measured my calves, because I was lusting after a pair of boots posted on [livejournal.com profile] fatshionxchange--the last time I measured them, they were 23", and now they're 2" smaller. And I thought, hey, if my calves are smaller, shouldn't my ankles have shrunk too? Yes, they're puffy, but they used to be mammoth.

So a little while ago, I wandered into the middle room and rummaged---not for long, because they were in the first box I checked. Took them back into my room and sat on the bed and pulled on the left one. What do you know, it went on without any trouble. Okay, but the straps---? Wrapped around and...buckled?! Hardly daring to to believe it, I repeated the process on the other foot.

Sing hallelujahs! THEY FIT!!! THEY FIT!!!

Now, I just need to integrate them into my current wardrobe, because there's quite a difference between what I was wearing five years ago and what I'm into now....

.
vanillafluffy: (Default)
Another package from GK arrived today, this one a box of thrifted goodies. She knows what I like, has a good idea of my sizes, and keeps an eye out for things when she goes thrifting.

This haul yielded two bras, 44DD. Alas, they don't fit. When last measured (January), I was 46DD. Yes, it fits snugly, but surprisingly, the real problem is the cups. I can handle underwire, but the contoured, foam-lined cups are made of fail. The right side is vastly too big, while the left side runneth over. I'm afraid I've been spoiled by Cacique, which are infinitely more forgiving of my off-kilter clevage.

However, the dress more than makes up for the dispointment of the bras. The dress is 57 varieties of awesome. It's chiffon over microfiber, a tawny leopard print, faux-wrap waistline, 3/4 chiffon sleeves. I don't like the sleeves, but consider that to be a fixable detail.

Oh look---I found a picture:



I think I'm going to wear it with a wide black belt for more definition. Depending on where I'm going, I have black or brown flats to pair it with, OR leopard print heels.

Oh, and did I mention---it's a size 24?!

.
vanillafluffy: (Default)
Another package from GK arrived today, this one a box of thrifted goodies. She knows what I like, has a good idea of my sizes, and keeps an eye out for things when she goes thrifting.

This haul yielded two bras, 44DD. Alas, they don't fit. When last measured (January), I was 46DD. Yes, it fits snugly, but surprisingly, the real problem is the cups. I can handle underwire, but the contoured, foam-lined cups are made of fail. The right side is vastly too big, while the left side runneth over. I'm afraid I've been spoiled by Cacique, which are infinitely more forgiving of my off-kilter clevage.

However, the dress more than makes up for the dispointment of the bras. The dress is 57 varieties of awesome. It's chiffon over microfiber, a tawny leopard print, faux-wrap waistline, 3/4 chiffon sleeves. I don't like the sleeves, but consider that to be a fixable detail.

Oh look---I found a picture:



I think I'm going to wear it with a wide black belt for more definition. Depending on where I'm going, I have black or brown flats to pair it with, OR leopard print heels.

Oh, and did I mention---it's a size 24?!

.
vanillafluffy: (Film fest)
Haircut is NOT what I asked for and I'm extremely unhappy about that. IDC if AI says she thinks it's cute and that it shows how much weight I've lost. It reminds me of the style my mom wore for my entire memory of her, and it looked better on her than it does on me. Grrr.

Dark Shadows: Meh. It was over the top camp. It would take itself seriously for a couple minutes, then go veering off into la-la-land. I expected a little tongue-in-cheek, which I would've been fine with, and I'm sure the cast had a great time making it, but I was massively underwhelmed. Tim Burton can do creepy---what happened?!

Which was why, afterward, I wandered into "The Raven". That was moody and dark, more like what I would've wanted DS to be. It reminded me of the RDJ Sherlock Holmes movies, aided by John Cusack. He's all broody and angsty as Poe, searching for his lost love, who's been kidnapped by a maniacal fan. The fan is committing murders out of Poe's stories with little touches of his own, and demanding new stories from Poe in return for the next clue. Not scary-scary, but nicely suspenseful.

Discovered to my extreme joy that I can now wear size 26 pants. Wept for joy in the changing room at Fashion Bug! Tried some 28s, which looked like I was off to ride my little pony, there was so much fabric flapping at the thighs. Woohoo! I remember being highly upset when I was stretching out size 32s and couldn't find 34s anywhere. And these aren't stretch pants, either---they're woven and have a button-and-zip waistband. Go, me!

Very small crowd at church yesterday---seven people!---but we all knew each other, so it was cozy. PJ gave each of the ladies present a red rose---mine is residing in a glass in my bathroom where I'll see it every time I go in there.

Was up til OMG!AM reading Locked In, the new Tom Clancy. Thankfully, he's gotten away from quoting tech manuals on the hardware at length, as in earlier books. Alas, now he's introducing eight thousand characters to keep track of, complete with backstories and subplots and so on. Me complaining about backstories?! You know it must be serious. Still, I enjoy following his recurring charactrs, which was why I was up til OMG---there was a hostage/torture situation with one of the RC's, and I was freaking out. Arrgh! Vry intense! Now I'm on pins and needles for the next one.

Otherwise, same stuff, different week. TTFN.

.
vanillafluffy: (Film fest)
Haircut is NOT what I asked for and I'm extremely unhappy about that. IDC if AI says she thinks it's cute and that it shows how much weight I've lost. It reminds me of the style my mom wore for my entire memory of her, and it looked better on her than it does on me. Grrr.

Dark Shadows: Meh. It was over the top camp. It would take itself seriously for a couple minutes, then go veering off into la-la-land. I expected a little tongue-in-cheek, which I would've been fine with, and I'm sure the cast had a great time making it, but I was massively underwhelmed. Tim Burton can do creepy---what happened?!

Which was why, afterward, I wandered into "The Raven". That was moody and dark, more like what I would've wanted DS to be. It reminded me of the RDJ Sherlock Holmes movies, aided by John Cusack. He's all broody and angsty as Poe, searching for his lost love, who's been kidnapped by a maniacal fan. The fan is committing murders out of Poe's stories with little touches of his own, and demanding new stories from Poe in return for the next clue. Not scary-scary, but nicely suspenseful.

Discovered to my extreme joy that I can now wear size 26 pants. Wept for joy in the changing room at Fashion Bug! Tried some 28s, which looked like I was off to ride my little pony, there was so much fabric flapping at the thighs. Woohoo! I remember being highly upset when I was stretching out size 32s and couldn't find 34s anywhere. And these aren't stretch pants, either---they're woven and have a button-and-zip waistband. Go, me!

Very small crowd at church yesterday---seven people!---but we all knew each other, so it was cozy. PJ gave each of the ladies present a red rose---mine is residing in a glass in my bathroom where I'll see it every time I go in there.

Was up til OMG!AM reading Locked In, the new Tom Clancy. Thankfully, he's gotten away from quoting tech manuals on the hardware at length, as in earlier books. Alas, now he's introducing eight thousand characters to keep track of, complete with backstories and subplots and so on. Me complaining about backstories?! You know it must be serious. Still, I enjoy following his recurring charactrs, which was why I was up til OMG---there was a hostage/torture situation with one of the RC's, and I was freaking out. Arrgh! Vry intense! Now I'm on pins and needles for the next one.

Otherwise, same stuff, different week. TTFN.

.
vanillafluffy: (Corset lacings)
One thing that can be said for last week's Ordeal By Cat, it sure helped reset my sleep cycle. I was so utterly worn-out after five days and nights of caterwaling that I conked out around 10PM Saturday night. Was up a wee bit later on Sunday, but I have subsequently managed to be in bed with lights out by midnite, and up early. (Before 7:30AM?! OMG!)

Mb came by yesterday and dropped off my walking shoes. I'd left them at her place, but what with the toe and her busy schedule, it doesn't look like we'll be walking together soon. I need to get my act together and Just Do It. (Seven weeks?! Yikes!)

I was going to give her one of my belts, because she has some jeans that are falling off her. Tried it on, and it works on me. How/when did that happen? Also, my brown belt with studded rings, last worn to the Depeche Mode concert on the next-to last hole, is a couple holes farther down. My only regret is that my Little Earth belt, gotten back when I was 340-ish, now falls off my hips completely, and there's no way to fix it.

I wonder if my "disco-ball" dress...no, too flashy for the reunion, I think. Besides, I last wore that around 30 pounds ago, it would *have* to be taken in. *smile*

Have a good day, y'all!

.
vanillafluffy: (Corset lacings)
One thing that can be said for last week's Ordeal By Cat, it sure helped reset my sleep cycle. I was so utterly worn-out after five days and nights of caterwaling that I conked out around 10PM Saturday night. Was up a wee bit later on Sunday, but I have subsequently managed to be in bed with lights out by midnite, and up early. (Before 7:30AM?! OMG!)

Mb came by yesterday and dropped off my walking shoes. I'd left them at her place, but what with the toe and her busy schedule, it doesn't look like we'll be walking together soon. I need to get my act together and Just Do It. (Seven weeks?! Yikes!)

I was going to give her one of my belts, because she has some jeans that are falling off her. Tried it on, and it works on me. How/when did that happen? Also, my brown belt with studded rings, last worn to the Depeche Mode concert on the next-to last hole, is a couple holes farther down. My only regret is that my Little Earth belt, gotten back when I was 340-ish, now falls off my hips completely, and there's no way to fix it.

I wonder if my "disco-ball" dress...no, too flashy for the reunion, I think. Besides, I last wore that around 30 pounds ago, it would *have* to be taken in. *smile*

Have a good day, y'all!

.
vanillafluffy: (Wiccan pentacle)
For starters, I'm 284 as of this morning. My reunion is a scant seven weeks away, and I'm hoping I can drop another 10 pounds between now and then. Being laid up because of my foot didn't help my progress, now it's getting to the season where my pores are starting to leak. Summer, guh!

I'm trying to decide what I'm going to wear to the event...I don't want to buy anything; I have tons of clothes as it is. The fact that most of my pants are quite baggy doesn't help. It's a Good Thing in terms of visible progress, but not so good in terms of having to spend money to replace old reliables with new, smaller items. Which leaves skirts? A dress? OMG, shoes?! What shoes do I have that are drop-dead? *wibbles* Because I cherish the small, forlorn hope that the love of my life will appear and be smitten....

Got caught up on the last couple eps of "Missing", and so far, everything I surmised has either been correct, or will probably be proven so ere long. I still don't really care about Ashley Judd one way or another, but regular Sean Bean for the win! Ditto Cliff Curtis! (And that guy playing Giancarlo ain't exactly a troll, either.)

Last night, I had an odd sort of dream, where SO came over to ask me about how to cook a big beef roast that he had. I told him he needed to start roasting at 500F for the first half-hour to sear it, then reduce the heat to 350F for the rest of the cooking time, total cook time 20 minutes per pound. (IDK where I came up with these numbers, but they sound about right.) He left, carrying his roast in a cardboard box, and I went back to what I was doing, setting up a rib roast that I was concocting.

Still in my dream, I tried to think of where I'd heard about the technique I was attempting, which consisted of carving the roast off the ribs, putting the ribs in the bottom of the roasting pan,arched side up with the roast atop the arch. Bobby Flay, I thought, on Worst Cooks in America.

I woke up and realized immediately that in fact it wasn't Bobby Flay, it was Roger Mooking from Everyday Exotic, it was supposed to be a caraway-crusted pork roast, and while I'd managed to separate the ribs from the roast, I'd left out the marinade/glaze stage. Ooops. My cookery show geek is showing.

Joyful Beltane to those who celebrate. Happy May Day to the rest of you.

Blessed be.

.
vanillafluffy: (Wiccan pentacle)
For starters, I'm 284 as of this morning. My reunion is a scant seven weeks away, and I'm hoping I can drop another 10 pounds between now and then. Being laid up because of my foot didn't help my progress, now it's getting to the season where my pores are starting to leak. Summer, guh!

I'm trying to decide what I'm going to wear to the event...I don't want to buy anything; I have tons of clothes as it is. The fact that most of my pants are quite baggy doesn't help. It's a Good Thing in terms of visible progress, but not so good in terms of having to spend money to replace old reliables with new, smaller items. Which leaves skirts? A dress? OMG, shoes?! What shoes do I have that are drop-dead? *wibbles* Because I cherish the small, forlorn hope that the love of my life will appear and be smitten....

Got caught up on the last couple eps of "Missing", and so far, everything I surmised has either been correct, or will probably be proven so ere long. I still don't really care about Ashley Judd one way or another, but regular Sean Bean for the win! Ditto Cliff Curtis! (And that guy playing Giancarlo ain't exactly a troll, either.)

Last night, I had an odd sort of dream, where SO came over to ask me about how to cook a big beef roast that he had. I told him he needed to start roasting at 500F for the first half-hour to sear it, then reduce the heat to 350F for the rest of the cooking time, total cook time 20 minutes per pound. (IDK where I came up with these numbers, but they sound about right.) He left, carrying his roast in a cardboard box, and I went back to what I was doing, setting up a rib roast that I was concocting.

Still in my dream, I tried to think of where I'd heard about the technique I was attempting, which consisted of carving the roast off the ribs, putting the ribs in the bottom of the roasting pan,arched side up with the roast atop the arch. Bobby Flay, I thought, on Worst Cooks in America.

I woke up and realized immediately that in fact it wasn't Bobby Flay, it was Roger Mooking from Everyday Exotic, it was supposed to be a caraway-crusted pork roast, and while I'd managed to separate the ribs from the roast, I'd left out the marinade/glaze stage. Ooops. My cookery show geek is showing.

Joyful Beltane to those who celebrate. Happy May Day to the rest of you.

Blessed be.

.

Post doc

Apr. 10th, 2012 06:55 pm
vanillafluffy: (Ankh)
I have two kinds of antibiotics and some very welcome hydrocodone. They did a culture for MRSA and I get to go back for a follow-up on Friday, ka-ching.

The doc shook his head, said it was "Pretty bad", but that I'd done the right thing by not disturbing the site. He cleaned it lightly with hydrogen peroxide and dressed it again---his version did not involve duct tape.

(ETA, the iPhone came in very handy. Because the whatever it was was in a very inconvenient place to inspect---my days of being THAT double-jointed are over---I got in the habit of taking arms-length pix with the iPhone, and thus was able to show Dr. K. a time-lapse chronicle of it from Thursday til the present.)

He's concerned about a few things, like my blood pressure, which was a staggering 150/100---on the other hand, I've been in constant pain for most of the last week, so that may be circumstantial.

Right now, I'm just going to take my meds and spend the next few days taking an Egyptian vacation,, cruising down de Nile. And then we'll see....

The very nice news, though, is that since my last visit there in June of 2009, I'm down 40 pounds!!! I was expecting to hear maybe 20-25, but 40?! GO, ME!!!

Mb and I popped into Publix so I could get my meds. Getting out of Mb's car, I had a slipper malfunction. These are ratty old plush mules---leopard print---and they were litterally the only footwear I could get my bandaged foot into. Well, the sole separated from the upper and the foam sandwiched in the middle came out. I grumbled, pulled the duct tape out of my bag, and made a crude repair---but I'm going to need some new slippers. *le sigh*

I got a few foodstuffs, hoping that my appetite will come back---seriously, I think I've had maybe four meals in the last five days, and small ones at that---and some real gauze for dressings. I also found a 25' extension cord to replace the purloined one. Oh joy, maybe now I can do some frackin laundry! Which would be a Good Thing, otherwise I'm gonna have to go commando to Friday's appointment.

Season finale of Justified tonight...I'm half looking forward to it, because there are so many wheels-within-wheels spinning---on the other hand, no more til NEXT SPRING, wah!

Okay, I'm gonna go prop my foot up, wait for the pills to kick in and watch today's Adam-12. Which reminds me, thanks, [livejournal.com profile] karaokegal, for the pimpage.

And thanks, [livejournal.com profile] dine---I found your CD and the dragon card in my mailbox today, which is the first time I've checked it since last Thursday. I'll give it a listen soon and let you know what I think. It certainly sounds intriguing.

.

Post doc

Apr. 10th, 2012 06:55 pm
vanillafluffy: (Ankh)
I have two kinds of antibiotics and some very welcome hydrocodone. They did a culture for MRSA and I get to go back for a follow-up on Friday, ka-ching.

The doc shook his head, said it was "Pretty bad", but that I'd done the right thing by not disturbing the site. He cleaned it lightly with hydrogen peroxide and dressed it again---his version did not involve duct tape.

(ETA, the iPhone came in very handy. Because the whatever it was was in a very inconvenient place to inspect---my days of being THAT double-jointed are over---I got in the habit of taking arms-length pix with the iPhone, and thus was able to show Dr. K. a time-lapse chronicle of it from Thursday til the present.)

He's concerned about a few things, like my blood pressure, which was a staggering 150/100---on the other hand, I've been in constant pain for most of the last week, so that may be circumstantial.

Right now, I'm just going to take my meds and spend the next few days taking an Egyptian vacation,, cruising down de Nile. And then we'll see....

The very nice news, though, is that since my last visit there in June of 2009, I'm down 40 pounds!!! I was expecting to hear maybe 20-25, but 40?! GO, ME!!!

Mb and I popped into Publix so I could get my meds. Getting out of Mb's car, I had a slipper malfunction. These are ratty old plush mules---leopard print---and they were litterally the only footwear I could get my bandaged foot into. Well, the sole separated from the upper and the foam sandwiched in the middle came out. I grumbled, pulled the duct tape out of my bag, and made a crude repair---but I'm going to need some new slippers. *le sigh*

I got a few foodstuffs, hoping that my appetite will come back---seriously, I think I've had maybe four meals in the last five days, and small ones at that---and some real gauze for dressings. I also found a 25' extension cord to replace the purloined one. Oh joy, maybe now I can do some frackin laundry! Which would be a Good Thing, otherwise I'm gonna have to go commando to Friday's appointment.

Season finale of Justified tonight...I'm half looking forward to it, because there are so many wheels-within-wheels spinning---on the other hand, no more til NEXT SPRING, wah!

Okay, I'm gonna go prop my foot up, wait for the pills to kick in and watch today's Adam-12. Which reminds me, thanks, [livejournal.com profile] karaokegal, for the pimpage.

And thanks, [livejournal.com profile] dine---I found your CD and the dragon card in my mailbox today, which is the first time I've checked it since last Thursday. I'll give it a listen soon and let you know what I think. It certainly sounds intriguing.

.
vanillafluffy: (Likes/Loves)
After church yesterday, I went to J's for more LOST (We've seen the first 12 eps) and side-tripped by way of Fashion Bug for some browsing.

I didn't got home to change first, so I had on what I wore to church: A brown tank top with brown bugle bead embellishment around the softly ruched neckline above a print shirt. This skirt---



From the pic, it looks pink flowers and a brown background, right? When I slid it out of its envelope (it's from eBay) I was nonplused to find that it has, in fact, coral flowers and the background is black. Nevertheless, there are shades of brown and tan in the leaves, so it worked nicely with the tank.

I had it accessorized with an Indian patchwork bag, courtesy of AI, a faux amber and ivory necklace, I forget where I got it, Goodwill, I think...and some basic black flats. no clue where the flats are from; I rediscovered them a few weeks ago while shifting things in the middle room.

When I entered the store, I was greeted warmly by the sales associate (No one I know---they have a lot of turnover), who said I was rocking the outfit, and she'd been watching me cross the parking lot because it looked so good.

I'm not vain, I don't think. The reason I post and tag compliments is for those occasions when I don't feel good about myself, when I feel old and fat and discouraged. And on days like those, when I go out, I am even more careful to dress well. It helps.

Last week, I also got a few compliments on my favorite spring-summer hat. (This one) ) I've had it for at least five years; it's a simple neutral and it suits me, so I'll keep it for as long as it lasts.

Anyway, browsing. I didn't try on a lot of stuff and didn't buy anything. One top, a bright geometric print that I thought was fun, had no shape. A tailored pair of herringbone print trousers with half a million (okay, four) buttons---no go. They were 28s and fit nicely, but the pattern was all over the place and made my ass look a mile wide. And finally, a pair of basic black stretch pants, size 26/28 on clearance. They were, however, MILES TOO BIG. The tailored 28s fit fine, but these were completely baggy. Pardon me while I do Snoopy dances at the thought of an alledged 28 being TOO BIG.

I have a basic white shrug coming soon...that's something I've wanted for quite a while, and finally found a gently used one in my price range ($11 including shipping). I'm a little trepidacious---is that really a word? It is now!---because it's labeled 22/24, but I'm smaller on top, so fingers crossed---!

.
vanillafluffy: (Likes/Loves)
After church yesterday, I went to J's for more LOST (We've seen the first 12 eps) and side-tripped by way of Fashion Bug for some browsing.

I didn't got home to change first, so I had on what I wore to church: A brown tank top with brown bugle bead embellishment around the softly ruched neckline above a print shirt. This skirt---



From the pic, it looks pink flowers and a brown background, right? When I slid it out of its envelope (it's from eBay) I was nonplused to find that it has, in fact, coral flowers and the background is black. Nevertheless, there are shades of brown and tan in the leaves, so it worked nicely with the tank.

I had it accessorized with an Indian patchwork bag, courtesy of AI, a faux amber and ivory necklace, I forget where I got it, Goodwill, I think...and some basic black flats. no clue where the flats are from; I rediscovered them a few weeks ago while shifting things in the middle room.

When I entered the store, I was greeted warmly by the sales associate (No one I know---they have a lot of turnover), who said I was rocking the outfit, and she'd been watching me cross the parking lot because it looked so good.

I'm not vain, I don't think. The reason I post and tag compliments is for those occasions when I don't feel good about myself, when I feel old and fat and discouraged. And on days like those, when I go out, I am even more careful to dress well. It helps.

Last week, I also got a few compliments on my favorite spring-summer hat. (This one) ) I've had it for at least five years; it's a simple neutral and it suits me, so I'll keep it for as long as it lasts.

Anyway, browsing. I didn't try on a lot of stuff and didn't buy anything. One top, a bright geometric print that I thought was fun, had no shape. A tailored pair of herringbone print trousers with half a million (okay, four) buttons---no go. They were 28s and fit nicely, but the pattern was all over the place and made my ass look a mile wide. And finally, a pair of basic black stretch pants, size 26/28 on clearance. They were, however, MILES TOO BIG. The tailored 28s fit fine, but these were completely baggy. Pardon me while I do Snoopy dances at the thought of an alledged 28 being TOO BIG.

I have a basic white shrug coming soon...that's something I've wanted for quite a while, and finally found a gently used one in my price range ($11 including shipping). I'm a little trepidacious---is that really a word? It is now!---because it's labeled 22/24, but I'm smaller on top, so fingers crossed---!

.
vanillafluffy: (Horseshoe)
The regular intake of things green has been a Good Thing, as has walking with Mb. I've been there and back, because, aside from her cats, it's so peaceful over there. I can sit on her porch contentedly staring into space for hours; she's got NORMAL neighbors....

Also, I won't be teasing her about her online games...she's been an afficianado of Farmville and Diner Dash and the like, and I've rolled my eyes more than once. But that was before J got me hooked on an iPhone app called "My Horse". As an Adult Horse Crazy Kid, I am having way too much fun with with my pixilated pony, "Hamilton". (Named for one of my childhood Breyer horsies.)

She has also gotten me hooked on LOST. I was over there Saturday evening, and after watching several eps, she called it a night in the middle of a cliffhanger. Aaargh! It's going to be a long week. We're midway through season 1; there's a lot of suspenseful goodness yet to come....

I bit the bullet and got a new mouse, since the old one really was old---this is the third computer it's been used with---and it had gotten very sporadic about left-clicking and highlighting tp copy-paste.

Btw, as of the morning of Sunday the 18th of March, I'm at 289.5. This blows me away---I'm still not completely used to a number beginning with "2"!

.
vanillafluffy: (Horseshoe)
The regular intake of things green has been a Good Thing, as has walking with Mb. I've been there and back, because, aside from her cats, it's so peaceful over there. I can sit on her porch contentedly staring into space for hours; she's got NORMAL neighbors....

Also, I won't be teasing her about her online games...she's been an afficianado of Farmbille and Diner Dash and the like, and I've rolled my eyes more than once. But that was before J got me hooked on an iPhone app called "My Horse". As ab Adult Horse Crazy Kid, I am having way too much fun with with my pixilated pony, "Hamilton". (Named for one of my childhood Breyer horsies.)

She has also gotten me hooked on LOST. I was over there Saturday evening, and after watching several eps, she called it a night in the middle of a cliffhanger. Aaargh! It's going to be a long week. We're midway through season 1; there's a lot of suspenseful goodness yet to come....

I bit the bullet and got a new mouse, since the old one really was old---this is the third computer it's been used with---and it had gotten very sporadic about left-clicking and highlighting tp copy-paste.

Btw, as of the morning of Sunday the 18th of March, I'm at 289.5. This blows me away---I'm still not completely used to a number beginning with "2"!

.
vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
Had a pleasant (albeit WET) weekend. Friday night, LOST with J, first three eps, Okay, I'm hooked. It's well written enough that I'm not sitting there yawning, wondering if it's almost over, it's more like, Huh? Over already?!

It rained fish Saturday noon. Mb and I were a little late getting going because we waiting for it to let up, then had a fine time. She wanted to visit Ruby Tuesday, which I was good with; I like RT. I tried their meatloaf for the first time. Verdict: The BBQ sauce they serve it with is strong and *much* too sweet. Next time, get it on the side. There *will* be a next time---the meatloaf itself was very tasty.

They comped us a piece of the Italian creme cake, which was absolutly divine. OMG, nomnomnom! Refrained from ordering a slice of my own, because I'm trying to rein in my intake, but oh, tempting! So was the waiter....

Made it to TJ Maxx to return things, including the hat...I've got lots of hats, I didn't NEED that one. Did get a pair of pillowcases for $7.99...two of the ones my new pillows were encased in have split. They're old, so I'm not surprised, but the new ones, 400-thread count, should be good for a long time to come.

Mb dropped me off at J's for more LOST. We all shot the breeze for a while, then Mb took off and J's BFF came by with her kid and we watched Puss in Boots, which was cute. I can happily spend two hours listening to Antonio Banderas, cat or no.

We watched some more LOST, then as J was getting ready to run me home, it started pouring again. I ended up staying there til about 12:30, by which time the weather had calmed down somewhat. What the heck, we can use the rain, and I figure the capillary action will set the powdered concrete my mailbox is planted in.

Yesterday's speaker gave a fascinating talk about an archaeological dig she participated in. It was a local excavation---the Windover Archaeological Site---and I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the goings-on at the time.

Next week after service is the annual congregational meeting---electing people to do the heavy lifting---and the speaker's topic is "Fiction-based Reality", which sounds intriguing. (It was supposed to be "Pirates of the Atlantic", but apparently he changed his mind after signing up.)

I must be doing something right---two dresses that I've had for a while are looser. They still fit, they just fit better. One is the paisley that I got after Christmas a year ago. I actually had to pin the wrap neckline, because it was loose enough to droop down and show my bra. It's looser at the waist, too. The other dress is a rosy coral floral print that I got at the Melbourne Goodwill for Easter about five years ago. It was always tight through the bust on the few occasions I wore it, but now it's just right. I plan to wear it as often as appropriate this spring and summer to get some use out of it.

TTFN.

.
vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
Had a pleasant (albeit WET) weekend. Friday night, LOST with J, first three eps, Okay, I'm hooked. It's well written enough that I'm not sitting there yawning, wondering if it's almost over, it's more like, Huh? Over already?!

It rained fish Saturday noon. Mb and I were a little late getting going because we waiting for it to let up, then had a fine time. She wanted to visit Ruby Tuesday, which I was good with; I like RT. I tried their meatloaf for the first time. Verdict: The BBQ sauce they serve it with is strong and *much* too sweet. Next time, get it on the side. There *will* be a next time---the meatloaf itself was very tasty.

They comped us a piece of the Italian creme cake, which was absolutly divine. OMG, nomnomnom! Refrained from ordering a slice of my own, because I'm trying to rein in my intake, but oh, tempting! So was the waiter....

Made it to TJ Maxx to return things, including the hat...I've got lots of hats, I didn't NEED that one. Did get a pair of pillowcases for $7.99...two of the ones my new pillows were encased in have split. They're old, so I'm not surprised, but the new ones, 400-thread count, should be good for a long time to come.

Mb dropped me off at J's for more LOST. We all shot the breeze for a while, then Mb took off and J's BFF came by with her kid and we watched Puss in Boots, which was cute. I can happily spend two hours listening to Antonio Banderas, cat or no.

We watched some more LOST, then as J was getting ready to run me home, it started pouring again. I ended up staying there til about 12:30, by which time the weather had calmed down somewhat. What the heck, we can use the rain, and I figure the capillary action will set the powdered concrete my mailbox is planted in.

Yesterday's speaker gave a fascinating talk about an archaeological dig she participated in. It was a local excavation---the Windover Archaeological Site---and I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the goings-on at the time.

Next week after service is the annual congregational meeting---electing people to do the heavy lifting---and the speaker's topic is "Fiction-based Reality", which sounds intriguing. (It was supposed to be "Pirates of the Atlantic", but apparently he changed his mind after signing up.)

I must be doing something right---two dresses that I've had for a while are looser. They still fit, they just fit better. One is the paisley that I got after Christmas a year ago. I actually had to pin the wrap neckline, because it was loose enough to droop down and show my bra. It's looser at the waist, too. The other dress is a rosy coral floral print that I got at the Melbourne Goodwill for Easter about five years ago. It was always tight through the bust on the few occasions I wore it, but now it's just right. I plan to wear it as often as appropriate this spring and summer to get some use out of it.

TTFN.

.
vanillafluffy: (Sheep woman)
Got a call from PJ literally two minutes after turning my alarm off. (8:02 AM) Alarming news: They were off the boat, on the road, and expected to be home by noon. Going by what I know of cruises, I hadn't even expected them to be off the frackin' boat before 11.

That blew my plan of going calmly to church and coming back to the house to pack right out of the water. And unfortunately, I *couldn't* skip church, because PJ had printed out the programs for this week and entrusted them to me to deliver.

Had a very Ogden Nash morning: "When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout"... Add to that hospitality---I'd made a special trip to the price club on Saturday so I could do something nice: I planned tortellini salad with genoa salami, stuffed mushrooms, ruggala and grapes for dessert. Alas, packing took all my cooking time; I delivered the desserts---stressed spelled backward!---and dashed into WalMart on the way there.

Got to church and discovered that I was WRONG, that someone else was down for hospitality, although I think the fresh fried chicken was an improvement over cole slaw and cookies. (I have always thought cole slaw is a terrible thing to do to defenseless cabbage; if an atrocity is going to be committed on that veg, I much prefer sauerkraut.)

I went back afterward; the C's were back. I snagged my fridge stuff and departed. I'll have to got ahold of them, as I forgot my Tracfone charger and a loaf of bread, plus I need to let them know I have a package of fabric swatches coming. Honestly, when you place an order for something on Saturday, you except it to be shipped Monday, don't you? Certainly before Wednesday. Sheesh.

In good news---yes, there is some! )

Supposedly my fence gets installed tomorrow. Fingers crossed!

.
vanillafluffy: (Sheep woman)
Got a call from PJ literally two minutes after turning my alarm off. (8:02 AM) Alarming news: They were off the boat, on the road, and expected to be home by noon. Going by what I know of cruises, I hadn't even expected them to be off the frackin' boat before 11.

That blew my plan of going calmly to church and coming back to the house to pack right out of the water. And unfortunately, I *couldn't* skip church, because PJ had printed out the programs for this week and entrusted them to me to deliver.

Had a very Ogden Nash morning: "When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout"... Add to that hospitality---I'd made a special trip to the price club on Saturday so I could do something nice: I planned tortellini salad with genoa salami, stuffed mushrooms, ruggala and grapes for dessert. Alas, packing took all my cooking time; I delivered the desserts---stressed spelled backward!---and dashed into WalMart on the way there.

Got to church and discovered that I was WRONG, that someone else was down for hospitality, although I think the fresh fried chicken was an improvement over cole slaw and cookies. (I have always thought cole slaw is a terrible thing to do to defenseless cabbage; if an atrocity is going to be committed on that veg, I much prefer sauerkraut.)

I went back afterward; the C's were back. I snagged my fridge stuff and departed. I'll have to got ahold of them, as I forgot my Tracfone charger and a loaf of bread, plus I need to let them know I have a package of fabric swatches coming. Honestly, when you place an order for something on Saturday, you except it to be shipped Monday, don't you? Certainly before Wednesday. Sheesh.

In good news---yes, there is some! )

Supposedly my fence gets installed tomorrow. Fingers crossed!

.
vanillafluffy: (Winter wonderland)
A lot of people are getting edible gifts this year---but not everyone,, which is what would've happened if my ship hadn't come in when it did.

Friday, Mb and I ran around and mostly Christmas shopped in Melbourne. It was fun.

Saturday, I had lunch and a movie scheduled with Big Red...we were supposed to meet at Panera at noon. I called her at five til and said, "I'm in the dressing room at Lane Bryant, everything in the store is half off today!" And she said, "I'll be right there!"

I got measured while I was there, and I'm now a 46DD, down from 50DD sixteen months ago. I've stayed under 300 for about a month now (slightly aided by some kind of intestinal disturbance Sunday night), so unless I start massibely retaining water, it looks like 2012 will be the year I finally kick off the year with a weight beginning with the number "2".

In stead of Panera, which was a total zoo, we ended up at Five Guys Burgers, which was sublime. The burger is thick and meaty, my kind of burger. Their fries are cracktastically delicious. Not cheap, but real value for the money.

Then we enjoyed Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, which didn't particularly trouble to hide its slashiness. Victorian eye candy galore, and RDjr in extremely well-fitted long underwear. Big Red was quite thrilled.

A hand of canasta at J's, with her and [livejournal.com profile] sbjb and her plus one. Not a very satisfying hand, alas---plus one was unfamiliar with the game, which was an uphill battle to fill anything. It was nice to get together, though. I think that's only about the third time I've seen Sbjb this year, and one of those was Susie's funeral!

Sunday, church and a quiet afternoon at home. Started to work in the kitchen, gathered up a bag of stuff to toss, went in to my room to rest for a few minutes, and spent the next three hours getting my coupons in order.

Spent Monday quietly beccause of the intestinal disturbance overnight. Tuesday...yesterday? Yes. Mb and I went to the local big box club, and got memberships. 14 months for $20 apiece. They really do have the best gas prices, and other deals as well. Went back to her place afterward, where we discovered to our chagrin, that XSO had taken the wireless router with him when he collected his computer, so I couldn't get online on my laptop. (Thanks a lot, fucknugget.)

Came home and discoverd that my mailbox is missing. It's been propped atop the post for about a year...sometimes it would fall off during a high wind, but it's not like it was flimsy enough to blow away. It's flat-out NOT THERE. Gone. I have no way to prove the assholes next door are responsible, but, but it was a quiet wnough neighborhood before THEY showed up.

At the moment, I'm at J's, where there is wi-fi and it's (comparitively) quiet. I'm not looking forward to going home,, but am looking forward to tomorrow afternoon, when I've got a haircut scheduled.

Cool Yule, y'all!

.
vanillafluffy: (Winter wonderland)
A lot of people are getting edible gifts this year---but not everyone,, which is what would've happened if my ship hadn't come in when it did.

Friday, Mb and I ran around and mostly Christmas shopped in Melbourne. It was fun.

Saturday, I had lunch and a movie scheduled with Big Red...we were supposed to meet at Panera at noon. I called her at five til and said, "I'm in the dressing room at Lane Bryant, everything in the store is half off today!" And she said, "I'll be right there!"

I got measured while I was there, and I'm now a 46DD, down from 50DD sixteen months ago. I've stayed under 300 for about a month now (slightly aided by some kind of intestinal disturbance Sunday night), so unless I start massibely retaining water, it looks like 2012 will be the year I finally kick off the year with a weight beginning with the number "2".

In stead of Panera, which was a total zoo, we ended up at Five Guys Burgers, which was sublime. The burger is thick and meaty, my kind of burger. Their fries are cracktastically delicious. Not cheap, but real value for the money.

Then we enjoyed Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, which didn't particularly trouble to hide its slashiness. Victorian eye candy galore, and RDjr in extremely well-fitted long underwear. Big Red was quite thrilled.

A hand of canasta at J's, with her and [livejournal.com profile] sbjb and her plus one. Not a very satisfying hand, alas---plus one was unfamiliar with the game, which was an uphill battle to fill anything. It was nice to get together, though. I think that's only about the third time I've seen Sbjb this year, and one of those was Susie's funeral!

Sunday, church and a quiet afternoon at home. Started to work in the kitchen, gathered up a bag of stuff to toss, went in to my room to rest for a few minutes, and spent the next three hours getting my coupons in order.

Spent Monday quietly beccause of the intestinal disturbance overnight. Tuesday...yesterday? Yes. Mb and I went to the local big box club, and got memberships. 14 months for $20 apiece. They really do have the best gas prices, and other deals as well. Went back to her place afterward, where we discovered to our chagrin, that XSO had taken the wireless router with him when he collected his computer, so I couldn't get online on my laptop. (Thanks a lot, fucknugget.)

Came home and discoverd that my mailbox is missing. It's been propped atop the post for about a year...sometimes it would fall off during a high wind, but it's not like it was flimsy enough to blow away. It's flat-out NOT THERE. Gone. I have no way to prove the assholes next door are responsible, but, but it was a quiet wnough neighborhood before THEY showed up.

At the moment, I'm at J's, where there is wi-fi and it's (comparitively) quiet. I'm not looking forward to going home,, but am looking forward to tomorrow afternoon, when I've got a haircut scheduled.

Cool Yule, y'all!

.

Profile

vanillafluffy: (Default)
vanillafluffy

September 2017

S M T W T F S
     12
345 6789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags