Almost there

My sister - Amy's shower is a little over a week away. Almost everything has been bought and confirmed. The cookbooks that I'm making for everyone attending are almost ready to go to print and I just need to call the bakery to confirm that they have my order and that I can pay them the day before I have someone pick up the cake. The only uncertainty is the weather.

Right now, I'm looking out a window watching the clouds behave more like dark, slow moving waves over the San Fernando Mountains. It is definitely my favorite kind of weather, but my mom talked me out of renting a tent so if the weather is bad come the day of the shower, we're screwed.

The other issue that I'm having is about my weight. I have gained a lot in the past couple years, happiness is not a great motivating tool for working out or doing anything outside of the home. Tonight I'm going to do weights again, like I did two weeks ago. I know I need to go to the gym. I like myself more, I feel great afterwards, I can actually sleep at night (for the past week I'm lucky if I get more than 4 hours a night) and my clothes, clothes that I have spent a fortune on, actually fit well. With all of these positive facts to support the gym, why am I always so reluctant to go?

The truly hard part of all the gaining is that very few things even look good on me any more. It's also depressing going to the mall and even a few of the woman's shirts don't fit well, if at all. I went shopping on Monday to look for an outfit for the shower and there was nothing at Macy's that even looked half way good on me. Very depressing. So now that the stress of the shower is winding down and will be gone shortly, I'm going to start focusing my effort to actually go to the gym. My goal for the remainder of 08 is to go faithfully 3 times a week. That's nothing compared to the amount that I went from 2000 - 2004, but I need to be realistic here.

Last Friday we were finally able to take my grandma out for Chinese food, which was her Christmas gift, since she can buy anything that she wants and there's little that she really does want, other than spending time with us. She seems to be feeling great and is much more like her old self. She still has pain in her stomach but it's not preventing her from going out and doing things, which is not where she was a month ago. I still think she has years left.

Almost there

Well this weekend was spent either at a writer's meeting, work, a leather bar or stuffing my sister's wedding invitations.
Friday night I went out with friends to Oil Can Harry's on Ventura. I've been there a few times with my best friend and gay man, Chris. It's usually lots of fun. We go when it's a cowboy bar but Friday it was also a leather man compition and the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence were there to bless the event. This was great, beacuse it opened up how my hero in my story (Kasio) would be able to destroy the vampire coven in my silly novel. So all Friday night I was itching to write, but I couldn't find a pen or paper and since it's a nightclub it would be odd if that's what I was doing.
Saturday was another writer's meeting. I'm retiring from the board at the end of this year and really lookingn forward to it. I've been a VP for 6 years, it's long enough and now I just want out. From the meeting, instead of being good and coming into work, I went home, took the dogs to the park then came home, put on pj's and did little for the rest of the day.
Sunday was raining so we couldn't take the dogs to the dog park so I did chores then headed into work, when I got an irate call from my mom insisting that I go over to her house and stuff envelopes with her, my stuffy aunt and a god-mother. Not what I would call fun. Dan taped the puppy bowl and at night we ate turkey chili that I prepped that morning and watched puppies running around like idiots - so friggin cute.
So now it's Monday and I'm itching to leave so I can go home and continue with chores