The Cure for Boredom is Curiosity.

With a little extra box moving help last night, the box with all my good hang-up shirts has been located, moved into the house and unpacked. Yay! I have shirts to wear, sort of. There are a few that had gotten a little too tight that I can wear, but all the shirts that I had bought to wear 8-9 months ago are too big. Well, that's a big yay, but it sucks because I hear the ca-ching ca-ching with one less shirt to wear. At least they won't be going to waste as Ronette will be able/can wear them. And I'm down to wearing skirts because I've got two pair of pants that fit now. I'm holding back on the shopping because I really don't want to buy something to wear for the next 30 days. I thought I had stalled with the lack of exercise, but my cook is only feeding me healthy stuff.

During my recovery I've been doing some amateur birdwatching. There ware a couple of wrens living in the attic in the house beside/behind us. (We're on a corner lot, so technically the house is behind us.) Incidently, the house was just put on the market, so it will be interesting to see what happens when the birds are discovered by prospective new owners. Back to the wrens, it's been very interesting to watch. The mother bird started rebuilding the nest this morning. And the papa bird keeps coming back and forth with worms. I don't know if the babies have hatched yet, but I'm waiting for them to start their flying lessons. I'll have a great view from the bed. The stellar jay and I are going to have a fight though. He decided to peck a hole in the side of the house. The hole wasn't big enough for him to move in, but we have a family of chickadees living in the wall. Those babies haven't hatched yet either. Ronette and I know we need to remove them, but we're feeling bad about evicting them.

Now I'm going to go finish with my chores - ha, ha! Not that I can really do much around the house. One of Ronette's old co-workers volunteered us to throw her a birthday dinner tomorrow. You know the type, the minute you say something like "awww, you have to work on your birthday" before you know it you have somehow agreed to host the birthday party and you keep wondering how in the hell you got roped into it. Yep, that would be Carolyn. Although, she has promised to assist Ronette bringing in several large, heavy items from the truck.

Hope everyone is having a great weekend.

This is my early morning rant before I buckle down to finish RTL's file.

First, I'm sure that the flames that started around her feet are licking closer to the top of her head. She's stressing me out because I can't have it all done yesterday. And criticized because I'm looking at each record an average of 30 seconds. I'm biting my tongue because what I want to say is "well, if you don't like how I'm doing it, then do it yourself". But I'm nice and it pays property taxes. ARRRRRGGGGGGGGG!

Add a little repetitive motion strain to that and it looks like it going to be a long day.

I think it's going to rain.

I had trouble eating my cereal because the cat was in my lap trying to put her face in the bowl. I knew I should have used soy milk this morning.

And finally, I HATE fat days. The scale says - "wow! the exercise is working well." The mirror says - "You go girl! Apples really are the secret." The clothes on the other hand say - "What in the hell have you been shoving down you throat?" But what's screwed up is that these are the clothes that fit now, and the too big clothes, they are too big! I hate fat days.

I wish it were Friday already.