allaboutwomen

I'm tired. Usually, when my husband's alarm goes off, I need to get up too, and I lay in bed, listening to the news with him, listening to the quiz shows and culture shows. I really love the public raido. Jazz, and classical, and so much info on the American Culture. But I've been staying up later, b/c he has, and after all, I don't have to work thenext day, I can sleep...but since I usually listen to the radio in the morning, Phill hasn't been turning it off. So, I'm awake for like, an hour strait, while he lays there listening. Then he leaves, and I toss and turn, barely asleep, for another hour and a half. And he's taken to tickeling me when we get into bed. Yeah, because with a racing heart and being out of breath, I'm going to fall right to sleep. You can imagine my sleep quality. I tried to tell him, but he gets huffy, and doesn't see any problem, it's MY problem. So, I've just got to ignore it. It's only for another few days.

Besides, I get payback tomorow. I'm going to wake up early (aka before noon) to go see the Curves dirrector and get measured. Body fat, inches acrost my body, and weight. That'll be my ladybug starting point.

I've earned over 100 points over each of the past two days. It's b/c I'm a ladybug now. My team from the Christians with 100+ to Lose for our Fall Challenge. I really want to be an assit, I don't want to drag everybody down. I'm very counsious of how other view me. How accurate I am is another matter. Still, I care about what others think of me. My family says I'm very much like my late paternal grandmother like that. She died before my parents married.

Walking to the bank is an awesome workout. It's a 3 mile round trip. Plus, I tend to go up and down side streets, looking at antiques and bookstores. I'm learning to be happy by myself.

See you guys later.