Sunday, July 29, 2012


It's the end of the month once again. I ate out for breakfast in Long Beach and got sick. Not fun.

I got my car back from the repair shop, but they failed to salvage my parking sticker, (and I'd rather not ask the current HOA president for another sticker) so I've been parking outside of my complex at night which has me walking more. And I need to exercise more since I'm two months into menopause now. The hot flashes are bothersome. The feeling of sticky sweaty skin after having these hot flashes is disgusting. The weight gain leveled off at 3 lbs. I've seriously been thinking about buying that "TapOut" workout series advertised on TV to get my gut to go down. I refuse to buy larger size Levi's just because all these changes are happening to my body now.

I have got to take time off of work and clear out that damn storage unit.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Moving right along

I called my insurance company to report my claim yesterday from Saturday's fender bender. Today, I got a call confirming my information. Later in the day, someone from the dealer where the Mercury approved body shop is located called to talk to me. Saturday morning, I get to go get my car inspected. From the looks of the damage to the other vehicle, there has got to be more damage to mine hiding under the bumper panel other than the superficial scrapes and the loss of a trim panel. Even the rental car company called me today. I ended up renting a Chevy Malibu because the other two cars I sat in didn't have a fully adjustable drivers seat, which is a requirement for short me.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Oh, so now it's summer...

Mr. Sunshine finally decided to get off his ass and show up to the party this week in the Golden state. I don't know why the weather is so damn screwed up this year, but it's off and everyone's allergies are acting up. There is not one day that goes by without sneezes, sniffles or noses being blown in my office. That is one thing I hate about working in a cubicle farm - close proximity to sick people I cannot escape.

I went to see "Magic Mike" a couple of weeks ago with a couple of ladies from work. It was OK, not as much skin as I thought a male stripper movie would have and too much love story. It had a lot of hype the weekend it opened, and now- nothing. I was shot in Tampa... there is a distinct look about a Florida sky. I think a few of the scenes in the movie... like partying out on a sandbar and throwing a hurricane party are kind of lost on those people that don't know that is what it's like in Florida.

Having July 4th in the middle of the week this year sucked.

This past weekend, someone else rear-ended my SUV on the freeway. Nice, huh? My car's not even a year old and I get hit again. I'm starting to feel like I've got a target on my back. The other vehicle? Crumpled. Mine? A trim panel fell off of the bumper and that bumper it also scratched up.

What else??