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Tim played “bad cop” this morning and got me off of my duff for a workout. (Actually, he was very nice and supportive, but gently suggested that perhaps a workout might make me feel better than another nap.) I felt a ton better after sweating for 45 minutes, so, yay, Tim!

I was seriously bummed after weighing in yesterday only to find that I’d gained a pound and a half last week. Seeing as how I wasn’t really eating all that much (although I did consume a large number of comfort foods), I guess the lack of working out really caught up to me. Anyway, long story short: I’m feeling better, thank you, but not 100%. Somewhere around 85%, I’d say. And I made Tim take all of the Girl Scout cookies to work with him this morning for quick dispersal among his coworkers.

And, hey, world, I’m not all for wishing for anyone’s death, but if we could get this thing over with by using a few dozen Tomahawks, that would be great. Thanks.

And here’s hoping that our relatives in Denver are digging out from the 3 feet of snow they got today! (Hi Terri and Fred!) I suppose I shouldn’t mention that we spent the afternoon at the Zoo, hm? (I wore a sleeveless shirt…)

So when my husband says to Auggie, ‘Your mama sure makes some good Chex Mix,’ do I take that as a compliment?

You bet I do.

My cold has progressed to the stage that Tim likes to call my “sexy voice,” but I call my “unable to communicate with the hearing voice.” The good news about this particular stage is that we’re definitely on the downhill portion of the cold, headed towards daylight.

I’ve got to buy a wedding gift tomorrow. Which means I have

to go to Bed Bath & Beyond. Shite. (Is it still cursing if it’s British?)

Since Auggie broke the “0” and “-” keys off of my keyboard last week, the good people at Apple shipped me a new one. (Can I just plug AppleCare for a minute here? With a replacement battery and now a replacement keyboard, that thing has already paid for itself. Highly recommended.) This keyboard doesn’t feel as smooth as the old one, though. The keys themselves seem tackier. I like it.

It seems that nearly everyone in the world has a cold right now, and we are no exception. Even the dogs have been sniffling for a week.

A general feeling of crappiness has descended over Chez Wiener Dog.

For the first time in a long while, Auggie and I were caught in rush hour traffic last Friday. Auggie passed out, which was nice. But I was left to my own devices as far as keeping myself entertained, and the old AM radio, while good for traffic reports, is not the giggle-fest I was hoping for.

So when a sedan crept up beside me, I wasn’t surprised by the round Cardinals-logo bumper sticker. I noticed another bumper sticker beside it that, at a glance, seemed to read, ‘Praise the Lord.’ OK, no big deal. This is the Midwest after all, and that’s actually pretty tame, as far as pro-God and all his wrath bumper stickers go. Upon closer inspection, however, it seems that the bumper sticker actually read ‘Braise the Lord.’

Wha..?

And since it was in this funky yellow calligraphy on a maroon background, for a moment, I thought it might even say, ‘Braise the Cord,’ and for a fleeting instant I wondered it the sedan’s occupants might be some of those disturbing people who eat the umbilical cords of their newborns. Nope, it just said ‘Braise the Lord.’

Again, wha..?

So I take a closer look at the other bumper sticker gracing this particular car, and it says, ‘Scoundrel for hire.’ And then! I notice that the vanity plate reads, ‘LUV PIR8’

I’m totally not kidding. I never saw the guy driving (you just know it was a guy), but I almost wish that I had. How long was his mullet? The mind reels…

When discussing the latest Bear in the Big Blue House video that Auggie has watched, he says, ‘So, that lemur is supposed to be French, right?’

I lost 3 pounds last week. Yee haw! For those of you keeping score, that is 35.4 pounds gone.

I guess that running does help. Who woulda thunk? I mean, 20 minutes of running (much more like jogging in my case) versus 60+ minutes of butt-kicking aerobics with weights, and I lose that kinda weight? I’ll take it…

So, let me get this straight, Mother Nature. It’s snowing outside right now and 28 degrees. By Friday, it’s going to be 60 degrees and sunny. Huh? Once, again, though, I’ll take it.

Some new Auggie words: pee-pee, beep, shoe (did I mention that one already?), sock. And, yes, pee-pee is in reference to his royal maleness. I know it’s more appropriate to use its real name, but I think that little kids who go around saying “penis” and “vagina” are… Well, let’s just say that I’m not quite ready for that.

Last night was another doozy with Senor Wakey-man, but I am committed to deliver unto you, my faithful readers, my inane daily drivel.

It’s so weird, sometimes, when you see someone from your past. It’s especially weird when you see that someone in the mirror.

It seems that I’ve dumped a bit more weight in my face this week, as I am looking more and more like that bright-eyed, ‘watch-me-conquer-the-world’ girl in my senior pictures. Sure, my face is a bit more timeworn now, definitely more hard, but it’s more than a little disturbing how much my hair looks exactly the same.

Sorry for the big ole absence here last week. It was what we would laughingly call a “rough” one. Auggie decided that he wasn’t going to sleep a couple of nights (Tuesday and Thursday, actually), so we were the walking undead most of the week.

We were so tired, in fact, that on Friday night, we joined hands and prayed that he would sleep through the night. I almost wept.

I was so tired that I was nauseous. Now, I can remember some fairly serious bouts of sleep deprivation in college, which more often than not resulted in the dreaded “finals flu” some time afterwards. But I cannot remember ever feeling nauseous as a direct result of exhaustion.

It was not fun.

Something that is fun, though, is that I’ve started running (again). I can’t believe I just wrote that running is fun. What is going on with me? Must still be a little delirious from lack of sleep…

Anyway, I’ve hit a plateau in my weight loss here lately, despite my continued (albeit somewhat relaxed) adherence to the lifestyle program and kicking-butt-ness with my aerobics workouts. But the workouts, even though they are each over an hour in duration, are getting easier. With a couple, I barely break a sweat anymore.

So I need to “take it to the next level” and so forth. ‘Dung Xiao Ping died?!’

I’ve gone out running a couple of times now, and I must admit, it is a lot easier without the extra 30+ pounds I was sporting. The last time I ran seriously was back in 1999, when Tim and I ran a 10K in the spring. After a few weeks of training, I had shin splints, Achilles heel trouble and this weird numbness in my feet. Much of this, I’m sure, can be attributed to the running shoes I was wearing at the time (Reebok DMXs, which are very bad for someone who needs tons of motion control like me).

But they looked so cool.

Anyway, I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I guess now you can expect a lot more blather about my running-related aches and pains, along with my knitting blather and my son-is-so-unbelievably-cute/evil blather.

Super!

I have “cuts” on my arms, friends. For those of you that aren’t of the body-building persuasion, this means that I am sporting some muscle definition. Specifically, my triceps are kicking some serious arm butt.

Wait, that didn’t come out right.

I’ve taken the past couple of days off from the ole workout regime, since I tweaked my back during a 90-minute Firm workout orgy of pain on Saturday (sweet Jesus, I can only imagine the referrals from that turn of phrase). I’m not going to enter any contests or anything, but my little old workout tapes are finally paying off…

Also, who came here looking for naked Kentucky Derby pictures? Dude, I know those horses are built, but c’mon! Actually, I hope you read the Hunter essay that was the #3 referral for that phrase. It’s pretty great.