Tracking frenzy
Oct. 21st, 2008 02:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperWow, I heart birthday season. I have no less than 5 packages heading straight for me in the next week or so - my sigg bottle should get here tomorrow, and the rest of the week I'll be keeping an eye out for 2 packages of doll clothes, beef iron and wine (good for us anemic types!), and the FIND A NEW GOD shirt.
Speaking of t-shirts... I need to find a new source of cute, dirt cheap fitted t-shirts, since I was annoyed to discover that the Steve and Barry's in the Hampshire Mall closed down, and a good deal of my t-shirt drawer is now borderline too big for me or too well loved to wear when I actually, you know, care about my appearance.
I am currently full of quesadilla. Anzovin Studios has a standing weekly trip to Bueno y Sano, and today I invited myself along and treated myself to a bbq chicken quesadilla. Unlike usual, I actually ate my sides, which were rice, black beans and pico de gallo, which I've decided that I don't really like the way Bueno makes it. Too much onion. But I do like black beans. Note to self. It was also fun hanging with Studio folks for lunch and listening to them discuss the upcoming election. Jesus. Two more weeks. I can't wait.
And in the last bit of news before I dive head first back into work... I am wearing slacks again. Like real, honest to goodness pants without a drawstring. Alas, I'm back in 18s, which is odd, because at last check I now weigh less than when I went into CDH. Stupid surgery and its violent rearrangement of my anatomy. It's so weird seeing myself in the mirror these days, I barely recognize anything below my neck anymore... my shape just looks wrong. Well, okay, my boobs look more or less the same or at least, you know, boob like but the rest of me... I kinda feel like someone 'shopped my head onto another body. *sigh* No wonder I've been wanting to start working out again.
ah well. It'll all even out as I heal. meanwhile back to work for me.
Speaking of t-shirts... I need to find a new source of cute, dirt cheap fitted t-shirts, since I was annoyed to discover that the Steve and Barry's in the Hampshire Mall closed down, and a good deal of my t-shirt drawer is now borderline too big for me or too well loved to wear when I actually, you know, care about my appearance.
I am currently full of quesadilla. Anzovin Studios has a standing weekly trip to Bueno y Sano, and today I invited myself along and treated myself to a bbq chicken quesadilla. Unlike usual, I actually ate my sides, which were rice, black beans and pico de gallo, which I've decided that I don't really like the way Bueno makes it. Too much onion. But I do like black beans. Note to self. It was also fun hanging with Studio folks for lunch and listening to them discuss the upcoming election. Jesus. Two more weeks. I can't wait.
And in the last bit of news before I dive head first back into work... I am wearing slacks again. Like real, honest to goodness pants without a drawstring. Alas, I'm back in 18s, which is odd, because at last check I now weigh less than when I went into CDH. Stupid surgery and its violent rearrangement of my anatomy. It's so weird seeing myself in the mirror these days, I barely recognize anything below my neck anymore... my shape just looks wrong. Well, okay, my boobs look more or less the same or at least, you know, boob like but the rest of me... I kinda feel like someone 'shopped my head onto another body. *sigh* No wonder I've been wanting to start working out again.
ah well. It'll all even out as I heal. meanwhile back to work for me.
