On the eve of destruction

Ok, not really destruction, but we are on the eve of oh-crap-it's-seriously-time-to-take-measures-and-quit-eating-every-damn-thing-and-get-a-grip-chick! And I'm starting the 30-day shred tomorrow as well as back to Jazzercise. If I can't move, I can't eat, right? Plus I'm doing lo-carb for a week and seriously cutting back on the diet soda. Prepare for me to be a full-on ragin' bitch for at least 4 days. Like the SNL skit says, grab a hat and hang the fuck on to it.

The main way I plan to cope with the sugar-caffeine-carb detox is to stay busy. For and unemployed chick, it is crazy how much stuff I have to do. Tons of little errands, stuff to get fixed, returned, replaced, etc. About half the thanks-yous for wedding presents still need written. There are still a few wedding-related things to tie up. Calls to make. Oh and the car situation to deal with. THAT is an interesting post that will be showing up soon.

It's also time to work on the house. Seriously. I'm sick and tired of everyone telling me how much "potential" my house has. I mean, isn't that just a veiled way of saying "Gee, your house could look good if you would actually DO something with it." Of course, we need about $100,000 to fix this place up right but a girl can at least make an effort. I already have a broom and vacuum so at least getting it clean won't cost anything. I made pretty good headway last week as we hosted friends for game-night and I have to admit the place looks about 2ox better just getting rid of the cobwebs, dust, clutter and floor-grit. The parlor and laundry room are still full of crap (actually more crap since last weeks clean-up, you know how shit gets shifted when company is coming). I'm just waiting for a good diet-rage to build up before I get into it with those spaces.

So, till tomorrow. Everyone get their hats ready...