Random Tuesday Thoughts

How often do you reach into a 56 oz bag of peanut M&MS and pull out a handful of only orange ones? I'm going to buy a lottery ticket tonight.

All is quiet in the house. It's an eerie feeling.

WTF, California?? I thought it was mid-June. It's still cold enough to crank the heat in the morning and wear pants and long sleeves during the day. I hear inland it's much warmer, like upper 80s, but here by the coast, it's only getting into the 60s.

No more bobcat sightings, but I'm sure it'll be around again.

I've gained two pounds this weekend. Hubby was in Vegas, so I had a little Vegas of my own. Ate crap and drank rum. And it was much deserved!

There's an amusement park called Gilroy Gardens here, and the admission is $45 per person. Yikes. As I was sipping my coffee at the gym (enrichment week for Hubby = more gym time for me, yay!), I read a magazine with a 50% off coupon in it for the park. I stole the mag... then realized it was free anyway. Ha.

The cute guy that works at the gym check-in counter was there this morning... again. He knows which days and times I come in to work out. I know this because he said yesterday "You're late today!", and today he said "Had time to come in on a Tuesday, too?". Uh, am I really that predictable? But I'm not complaining- I get to smile at a cute guy every Monday (and for this week, Tuesday... bonus)!

Once again, I am going to need to be a bitch to get myself heard. I asked the pharmacy to PLEASE not automatically refill my thyroid meds. I got a letter today saying that it's been refilled. On May 20th. They restock the meds if you don't pick them up within 7 days, so wtf??? I never get the letter in time, so it's pointless to do that. *sigh* Time to morph into Angry Biatch Lady (Angry Pregnant Lady's reign has ended, but she passed the crown on to Angry Biatch Lady).

Hubby's worried about me injuring my pelvis more by working out. He is right (ugh, don't tell him I said that!)- I do need to take it easy. But I'm having the hardest time being motivated to work out and not being able to do what I want to do. Geez, this must be how overweight people feel. I think about the Biggest Loser people and how limited they are, and I know how that feels. It's depressing! I wouldn't want to live like this forever... which is why I'm taking Hubby's concerns to heart. If I f*** it up, I'll be in pain for the rest of my life. No thanks.