Think About it Thursday

Okay. Right now, I am thinking about moving. Plain and Simple. I"m also thinking about how I am still not taking care of myself like I want to be. I am finding that I don't feel like I have enough time in the day to take care of me. Moving is just sucking up my existence. Must. Get. To. This. Weekend. Ugh!

After this weekend all of the essentials will be moved over. Enough of our furniture will be in the new place that we will be living there. Yesterday we took care of the important things like combining cable accounts, and scheduling a gas pick up for the tank.

Incidentally, this was a huge rip off. They are CHARGING us 85$ to come and get the tank, and then 1$ a gallon to take the gas back out... How much does this suck. There goes the money we thought we would use to replace the vacuum cleaner.

PS Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Track Goals Tuesday

I've done very well with goals this week. I did walk three miles. I did blog once a day. I did start moving.

Honestly, I don't feel super accomplished right now. My life is being consumed with moving. I should be moved into the new place (with just the essentials) this weekend. I'll be able to better concentrate on my blogging and my goals at that time. Right now, I'm in survival mode.

Weight Check Wednesday

I am happy to report that the scale has dropped slightly. I was absolutely sure that with all of the stress I am under right now, that I would have seen a gain if anything. I cannot express how much I miss going to the gym. I also am so frustrated that I keep not getting there. But then I also have to admit that when I am done moving for the day, I have nothing left.

I've barely got enough left to make food...

But it's a process and it's one I need to go through. And at the end of this, going back to the gym full time will be a reward.

Mileage Monday

Last Monday I decided that I was going to walk three miles this week. I'm not entirely sure how I did on this goal to be honest. I walked half a mile that I counted. The rest of my walking this week was involved with moving. Now, from my front gate to my parents front gate is 1/10th of a mile. So, it really is quite possible that I walked 3 miles between all of the trips moving.

So for the coming week, I am going to be walking another three miles. This time though, I hope I can do it in a sort of trackable fashion. I am really missing going to the gym. I LIKE the elliptical and I want to get back on it. I also want to do a class or two. Though I likely won't be doing them on the same day for a while.

But here we are going into this week I'll be tackling another three weeks.

Sunday Wildcard

Today is Sunday and that means it's wildcard day. I might choose a topic from any other day of the week to revisit, or choose another of those headings to write about. Today I'm going to be talking about what is on my mind, like Thursdays.

Courtesy - noun - excellence of manners or social conduct; polite behavior.

I feel a general lack of courtesy is a huge problem with this country. It is CERTAINLY a huge problem with my neighbors.

Is it so much to ask that one not play their music so loudly that the bass permeates my entire house? The alarm clock didn't wake me up today, but the BASS did. This gets me so incredably angry that I am having trouble containing myself on the the subject. A little background.

I cannot handle people's bass. It sounds silly, and most people don't understand. But base that I can feel through my house and in my chest makes me physically ill. I will literally be sick but worst of all, it triggers my Flight response. All I can think about is running away from the feeling.. from the 'noise'. I can't sit. I can't think. I can't eat... all I can do is try to figure out how to make it stop.

I don't even know which house the music is coming from because I can't hear that part. But I can feel their freaking bass throughout my entire person. There isn't a room in the house I can escape too... We've called the police before when it got so bad that hubby had to take me away from the house because I was just ill. But it always ends up that when the cop is actually here, there isn't any music playing so who knows where it is coming from. I don't live in a traditional neighborhood, but I am surrounded by farms and dirt road communities.

How can you be such an asshat as to think the entire damn world needs to hear YOUR music.

I hope these people are slow... Go on and fiddle with your damn loud music and your freaking AWFUL BASS... zombies love slow food.

Sticky Note Saturday

Freebie Friday

It's freebie Friday here at the Zombie blog. Basically, this is my one night a week where I get to check in without something profound to say. So for tonight I am just going to let you all know that Hubby and I have been moving boxes of BOOKS and bookshelves all day and I am exhausted. So I am going to go knit on my jellyfish and go to bed! Night all!