Accountability-ish

One of my best friends asked me to go all Jillian Michaels on her. I admit, I have failed at that. But it was fun for a day or two. So now I need that bit of accountability. Not to keep her in line, she has too much self-motivation, but for me!

For Christmas Brad bought me the Wii Active. I loved it...at first. Then about 10 minutes later it was more of a love/hate relationship. The next day was all hate. But I tried to stick with it and did well for a few weeks (read: over a week). Then I worked third shift and used that for all my excuses to not do anything. And I mean anything. I also blame no coffee for a week, but I'm trying to move past it.

I have a rekindled love with Wii Active. I'm going to give it another shot. So I need you guys (ok, you two) to keep me accountable.

The Silver Lining

I have realized there is a silver lining to working 3rd shift. For starters, email doesn't rule your day. You have all your emails ready for you when you get in. You can reply to each one without having to worry about what is coming into your mailbox next. Also, there are much fewer interruptions. You can actually complete a task. Novel idea, I know. And most importantly, those people who you don't really like but you have to be nice to because you are in HR, they aren't here.

Nights are for...

I am working 3rd shift this week. Yes, I am tired. Yes, I have a new-found respect for people who work 3rd shift. Yes, I realize I am only on night #2. Yes, it does suck.

I've realized how good I have it. Sure, I work more hours than I should, but at the end of it I get to come home and eat, clean, do whatever I want. Ususally eat. Always eat.

Regardless, I have tried to think of things Nights are for...besides working.

*Sleeping (oh, how I miss my bed)
*Watching TV. I don't even do this much, but I could, and that is the point.
*Dreaming (while sleeping)
*Snuggling on the couch
*Reading (things other than email)
*Going out to dinner
*Calling friends
*Sleeping
*Late-night Target runs
*Letting your dog jump up on the bed with you before your husband joins. I really do this so his side of the bed will be warm when he gets in. See, I'm sweet like that.
*And sleeping.

I'm sure there are tons I am forgetting, but I'm tired and surprised I can even get that many out. I also think I should change the name of my blog to www.listymclisterson.blogspot.com. Apparently I have a thing for lists...and sleeping.

You know how I know...

Let me preface this by saying I love my husband. But he is, well...kinda girlie. Not girlie as in "ohhh, lets watch a romantic comedy tonight" or "I need to go to the bathroom, want to go too?" (ladies, you know we have all done that). He is girlie in a stranger sense of the word. I ask him if I look ok, if I match...and I trust him when he says no. He is a much better cook than I am. He is a MUCH better dresser than I am. He loves to shop. L.O.V.E.S. to shop. Grocery store, Home Depot, TJMaxx, doesn't really matter. I hate to shop. So often times he will say something particularly girlie, like "you know, the Backstreet Boys weren't so bad". Kidding. He would never say that. But he will occasionally make comments that illicit that completely inappropriate comment from me..."you know how I know you're gay". It's horrible, I know. And I've tried to stop. But sometimes I can't help myself.

Well, in honor of my extremely masculine and hot husband, "you know how I know"...I'm old?

1. Sleeping in a king size bed doesn't really sound like a bad idea anymore.
2. I no longer make my plans for New Year's Eve in April, right after spring break. I'm lucky to make plans at all.
3. Things really do creak when I stand up.
4. It is difficult not to let out a slight 'grunt' (for lack of a better word) when I stand up.
5. It is sometimes difficult to hold in a fart.
6. I would rather bring my lunch than go out to eat.
7. I no longer get lots of Christmas presents.
8. Birthdays kinda suck.
9. The majority of my decisions are based on what time I can go to bed.
10. I wonder what the hell the radio stations are playing and who the heck listens to that crap.
11. 90's music is on the Oldies station.
12. The teenage stars of our youth are either in rehab, play someone's mom/dad on tv, or are a cashier at the local grocery store.
13. I worry about how much fiber I get (this could be the cause of #5).
14. I no longer get carded.
15. People call me...ma'am.
16. I OFTEN forget my age.
17. I own and have used a crock pot.
18. I can understand what my mother is talking about.

It's a sad day. If the first step is admitting a I have a problem and the first stage is denial, then I don't know what the heck you are talking about, I am not old and will go out every night for the next week to prove it. That is where the I see the problem.

I think my blog has issues

Blogspot has this nifty fun thing that allows you to choose "next blog" to see blogs that are similar to yours, or they think you would like. Everytime I do this (read: everytime I am bored) I get blogs that revolve around animals.

I can't help it if I talk about my animals too much. They are cute, they are funny, they love me. Wow, it sounds like I'm describing myself! Next up...the narcisstic blog.

Don't ever lend me your shoes

Have any of you ever seen that movie "In Her Shoes"? Have I ever mentioned that I hate that movie? Don't get me wrong, it's a good enough movie, but I just get very angry every time I see it. I read the book and that also make me irate. Sorry, that was a tangent.

Anyone who knows me knows I am a klutz. Honestly. If it can be broken, cut, tripped over, ruined, burned, you get the picture, I will do it. I used to work at a Hospital and we had these green bracelets for patients that were fall hazards. I was given one. It was probably a good move.

Just a few examples of clumsiness:

-I broke my sister-in-law's stemware one Thanksgiving by filling it with ice.
-I fell up the stairs the other night with a glass of wine in my hand. By the end of the fall it was no longer in my hand. My favorite Carolina shirt is now stained.
-I took the light bulb out of the fridge today because it was burned out. It proceeded to hit my hand, the shelf, my hand, the next shelf, my hand, the bottom of the fridge, my leg, the floor. It then proceeded to shatter...after all that.
-I fell down the stairs for no good reason last night. (notice how recent all these are, and yes, completely sober)
-I often trip over my dogs.
-And finally, I actually fell down the stairs the other night (a different time) and broke my shoe. Yes, I actually broke a shoe.

So do you remember in the movie when she is in the car with her fiance and she is talking with her shoe. I could have done that, except the bottom of the shoe was on the stairs and the rest of the shoe was still on my foot. And it was my only pair of black boots that would have worked with those jeans. Sad day.

I'm sure the two of you who read this have examples of my clumsiness. Feel free to keep it to yourselves.