Having to get up at 5:30 in the morning is always the way to get my creative juices flowing - especially when Shipley, mom's newest fur-baby decided to sniff my feet with his FREEZING COLD nose! Bad dog! I was on Grand Manan this morning and am now sitting in the caf waiting for Dana to get here so she can join me for coffee. Oh glorious coffee - the drink of the gods (and the Sammy).
Having been up really early, I forgot that it is Monday but here's what's going on in my life so far:
1) The fish of my friend's roommate is dead. I suggested eating it - apparently that is the wrong suggestion. Fine, eating pet fish = bad...I then suggested microwaving it to see what happens. Thankfully, it was just a fish and there was no real attachment. Even more thankfully would be the fact that it wasn't my friend's fish or I would build her a fishy-coffin of toilet paper.
2) Who the heck puts butter and cream cheese on a bagel? Seriously, the boat people looked at me like I was crazy because I didn't specify I wanted a dry bagel...I don't want it dry, I want cream cheese. Maybe they should mention that all bread products come with unnecessary fats and unless you specify, you'll be putting that into your system along with the cream cheese. Join me in a chorus of EWWWWWW!
3) My phone is almost dead already (Thankfully, I remembered to call work because I am in sweatpants and would have to go home at lunch to change which just wasn't happening).
4) If you huff and puff walking across the caf, it is time to eat better and exercise more. I watched a girl go across the caf in a way that can only be described as slow and plodding. My heart really went out to her. Considering I was really unhealthy while married, I understand how hard it is to start walking and how self-conscious it is to do little things (like shop for groceries or get clothing). It's common sense I know, but it's still heartbreaking because of the obvious strain her joints are facing. (NOTE: Bigger people are NOT hated upon for their size alone ever. I am bigger and I run, play games, and live a moderately active lifestyle, my mom is bigger and the woman is a tank! Seriously, she could take down a tree with her teeth...okay that may be a bit of a stretch...but she's strong...but the pouring of sweat, greasy skin, combined with panting and puffing is out of shape).
Anyways, Dana's here - later blogworld!