2009 May

Lame…and Distracted (This is not really a new post)

I was going to write this hilarious but thoughtful review of The Real Housewives of New Jersey last night, but truth be told, I was a little distracted. See, I finally got my new phone and I was obsessed with getting it set up just the way I wanted. So even though I had it on, I wasn’t really watching.

The Real Housewives of New Jersey

Which is sort of amazing because, really? How can you not?! And somehow I even managed to not record the Real Housewives of New York Reunion. So that will have to be remedied tonight too.

Meanwhile, if you were ever considering buying a Blackberry Bold? Do it!I love this thing so much I’d marry it (if Bill wouldn’t mind, which he would, because c’mon, it’s sort of weird. But whatever.)

Filed Under: Apropos of Absolutely Nothing, Premature Ejacublogging®, Random, Trashy TV Shows I Love

Random Tuesday Thoughts

posted by Mo 4 Comments

I went to the gym last night. And I actually worked out. This is big news in the Snark household because the last time I got myself to the gym was about two months ago and the time before that was like 4 or 5 months before that. I used to work out at least three times a week—sometimes more. Bill would try to get me to meet him for dinner or drinks after work and I’d be all, “Um, no, I have to work out out.” For a while, before I started this job, I had a personal trainer who kicked my ass a couple of times a week. When I was working out with him I could leg press 200 pounds. Last night? I could barely leg press half of that weight. But I’m tired of feeling crappy and achy, and I’m tired of not having any energy. And I’m tired of not being able to sleep. So I’m back at it. And, of course, I over-did it last night. I’m sore as hell. My muscles are screaming at me.

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This is the reason I needed to go to the gym in the first place: This weekend was an orgy of food. On Saturday I baked Red Velvet Cupcakes. From scratch. I used to bake a lot but I deliberately stopped because when that stuff is in the house I have no self-control. Since I haven’t baked in a while, I forgot just how specific you need to be with measurements. As a result, the cupcakes were just okay. I’m not sure where I went wrong, but the frosting…oh Lordy! Cream cheese frosting rocks my world. My recipe called for one pound of butter, one and a half pounds of cream cheese and two pounds of powdered sugar. 2 Pounds. But looky! Don’t they look good?

: It’s all about the frosting

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After my baking frenzy Saturday afternoon, Bill took me and my parents out to dinner. We have this great new Mexican restaurant in town. It’s not super cheap, but the food is delicious. I am a sucker for a good crunchy taco and these rock my work. And? I washed my tacos down with this:

This is a Bentley Margarita. And objects do not appear larger than they really are. This sucker is huge.

: The Bentley of Margaritas

: This is what it looks like when you lean over to drink it (‘cuz you can’t lift it)

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Also? Clearly, I’m no the only one with a Bejeweled Blitz Addiction. I’ve been getting searches like this every day since I wrote that post.

Maybe a suport group isn't such a bad idea after all

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You should also drop by the Un Mom to check out the rest of the Random Tuesday Thoughts posts.

Filed Under: Apropos of Absolutely Nothing, Food, Premature Ejacublogging®, Random, Random Tuesday Thoughts

I'm Exhausted

posted by Mo 6 Comments

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

This is what was going on in my head last night when I was laying in bed, desperately trying to sleep. With no luck.

I was trying to tell my head to shut up, to stop thinking, to stop buzzing and just rest.

I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular—I’m not stressed, there’s nothing major going on that would keep me up at night—I was just obsessed with the fact that I needed to sleep and couldn’t. There was a whole dialogue in my head about not sleeping. At one point I started to compose a blog post about it in my head. Then I thought, Maybe I’ll get up and write it now. But that would be dumb because then I really wouldn’t be sleeping. That’ll just get me wired. I’d rather be sleeping instead of writing a blog post about not sleeping. (Yes, my head is a strange place sometimes.)

For the past two nights I haven’t slept at all. The most I’ve been able to do is drift off into that weird state of not being asleep but not fully awake either. And I can’t function when I don’t get a full night’s sleep every night. I get cranky (okay, crankier), I get (more) irritable and a little punchy. That filter from my brain to my mouth seems to disappear when I haven’t slept and I say whatever I’m thinking whether I should or not. And I get clumsy—tripping over my own feet and bumping into walls and doors.

It might be all the hot wind we’ve been getting that’s keeping me up at night. It does make me a little crazy I think, but even when I closed the window and turned on the air conditioning (it’s like 80 degrees in the middle of the night) I couldn’t sleep. Last night I took a Tylenol PM at 9:30 and figured I’d go to sleep when Lost was over a half hour later. But at 10:00 p.m. I was still wide awake. I thought reading for a little while might help, but I’m not one of those people who reads at night to fall asleep. I’m generally engaged in what I’m reading so it keeps me up.

At about 11:00 p.m. I closed my book and turned off the light and got under the covers. And I stared at the ceiling. However, at about 11:15 my entire body went totally limp and numb from the Tylenol. Everything was dead. Except my head. I couldn’t move. But I could think. I could think about how much I wanted to sleep but couldn’t.

I tossed and turned and flipped and adjusted pillows and blankets (too hot, too cold), got up to pee, went back to bed, tossed and turned some more, let the dog out, tossed and turned, swapped pillows, let the dog in, pulled on extra blankets, kicked them off, kicked Bill a few times because he dared to sleep (and snore), sat up and contemplated the hell I was in, wondered if I should take a shot a NyQuil, worried that it would counteract the Tylenol, fumed, turned, flipped and tossed.

Finally at about 5:00 a.m. I think I dozed off. But I woke up again when I heard Bill leaving at about 6:00. And then my alarm went off at 7:00 a.m.

I am so tired. Full-on, deep in my bones, eyes are burning, my hair hurts tired.

So sleepy…