A Donut a Day

Well, I've maintained my weight loss. At the end of the "No Chips Challenge" I stopped counting calories and haven't lost anymore weight, but I haven't gained any either. I've continued with running and working out. I try to get to the gym 4 days a week, 3 is the minimum. I've had to change up my routine...some days I go in the morning, some days I go at lunch. It's starting to get boring. Boring = harder to make myself go.

The past few weeks I've been stopping at Dunkin' Donuts on Fridays, as a reward for working out. I always get the large caramel swirl iced latte. It's the greatest thing ever. It's like crack, I tell ya. Well, I've never done crack. I'm not really even quite sure what crack is, but I'm addicted to the iced lattes.

On my way to the greatest place on earth, Dunkin' Donuts, this morning, I felt my tummy rumble. It was hungry. While ordering, I fought off the urge to purchase donuts, thinking, "that's way too many calories." I sat in line behind 3 other cars. When I got to the window, the girl slid it open and before she could say anything, the words, "can I get two glazed donuts, PLEASE?" flew out of my mouth. I don't really know where they came from, but I left with a very large caramel swirl iced latte, with whipped cream, and two glazed donuts! Was it worth it? Right now, yes. Next 4 miles I run, my answer will probably be "no!"

A Little Anxious

I'm a little anxious for the holiday season, starting with Halloween, of course. I think it might have something to do with it being 4000 degrees outside. Usually Halloween means a little cooler weather. If you're "lucky" enough to live in a state that has four seasons, you'll probably be enjoying cool weather long before October 31. I wouldn't live anywhere other than Texas, but sure would like to see some cool weather, say, tomorrow. You walk outside and practically melt.

I've lived in Texas all of my life (minus 2 years, one in Hawaii and one in Pennsylvania). I don't ever remember it being this hot. We just can't seem to catch a break this year. Everything is drying up. Our lawn has been crunchy for some time now and I'm afraid it might not ever recover. My beloved plants have taken a turn for the worse. It's not looking good.

So, I guess my light at the end of the tunnel, is Halloween. Of course, last year it was in the mid 80s during October, but at this point, anything below 100 sounds awesome!

The Dirt Devil and The Daisy

A few months back I purchased a Dirt Devil Cone. As most of you know I have a slight (ha) case of OCD. I love my real vacuum cleaner but wanted something small to suck up the random pieces of grass I find on the floor. Jake also loves the real vacuum cleaner. This may be due to me vacuuming almost every day I was pregnant, I don't know. He likes to hum when I turn it on. He has not been too pleased with the Dirt Devil though. Since we got it, he'll walk over to it and just stare at it. If he has to pass it to get a toy, he watches it every step of the way. I think the little charging light must freak him out. A couple of weeks ago, he started walking over to it and crying. I have tried to get him to touch it, but he won't. When I actually turn it on, he watches but doesn't get excited like he does when I turn on the real vacuum cleaner. Weird, right?

Well, Jake has now found a weapon against the Dirt Devil. This weapon apparently can protect him from anything. He's not afraid of the Dirt Devil when he has this weapon in hand. The weapon, you ask? Well, it's an artificial daisy, of course! He has poked, prodded and whacked at the Dirt Devil ever since discovering the daisy's magical powers. At least now he doesn't cry at it!

Invasion

For the past couple of weeks our home has been taken over by ants. We've tried everything! Bill has re-caulked much of the house. We've put out ant traps. We've sprayed around the outside of the house. We've thrown granules around the house. We've sprayed inside the house. We've done everything short of packing up and moving. Qutie honestly, at this point, I'm ready to pack up and get the heck outta there.

Yesterday morning I woke up and instead of finding Bill next to me, I found an ant. I've been trying not to freak out about the ants, but I'm at my wits end at this point. I'm a clean freak and having any kind of bugs makes me feel dirty. The ants have been in every room in the house. They've been in the bathtubs, the sinks, our laundry, etc. They WILL NOT GO AWAY. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get home one day and find the darn things carrying my house off. I'm also pretty sure I actually had ants in my pants this morning. They're relentless.

It's amazing what those little ants can survive. It's also amazing the damage they can cause. Did you know they will eat through your clothes? Yeah, they eat tiny holes in your clothes. They can swim. And I've learned recently they can withstand suction from the vacuum cleaner. I have to roll over them several times to get them sucked up. They're versatile little bastards.

I spent this morning cleaning up ant corpses in the kitchen. I walked in, found their trail and just started shooting with the ant spray. I'm pretty sure I looked like a crazy person. It's so irritating to see the ant trap laying there with ants crawling all over it. Isn't the purpose of those things to actually KILL the ants, not provide them entertainment? I know I'll go home this afternoon and have to kill and clean up some more. Man, I can't wait! Thankfully, tomorrow, the Bug Killer is coming to spray. He better bring some heavy duty spray, otherwise he'll be making frequent trips to my house. I can't take the little thugs anymore!

The Snorer

While sitting in my cube last week I kept hearing what sounded like snoring. After a couple of days of listening to it, I investigated.

A new employee started last Monday and she sits caddy-corner to my cube. At first I thought I was imagining the snoring. Then I thought, well, maybe she's just tired today. Well, dear Lord, apparently the woman gets no sleep cause now that's all I hear. We're not talking sleeping as in doing the head bob and waking yourself up from a slight snore. We're talking, full-on, S-N-O-R-I-N-G!

A co-worker and I tried banging on desks and talking loudly to wake the woman up, but she slept through all the noise. Word has gotten around that this woman is sleeping and it's become a good laugh. Her boss even walked in on her last week and caught her sleeping. Yet, here she is again, SNORING! I thought sleeping on the job was grounds for termination. Not that I want her to actually get fired, but at least put the fear in her so she'll wake up and shut-up!

I was sitting in my cube today minding my own business, actually finishing up some work and all I can hear is the snoring. I know starting a new job and not having a computer is boring, but bring a book or headphones to keep you busy. Or, for the love of God, get some Breathe Right Strips. My word, I don't know how she doesn't wake herself up with the snoring volume. You'd think there was a bear in hibernation over there. I've never heard a woman snore that loud.

Would it be inappropriate to yell "wake-up!?" Would it be inappropriate to wack her upside her head? What does one do in this situation?