The Last BYOC of the Year!

Drazzmatazz came up with some good questions for this final BYOC of 2010.

1. Do you make a New Year’s resolution list every year? Do you meet those resolutions, forget about them or never meet them?

I don't make resolutions. I see something that needs attention and get on it or not, at the time.  For me, making resolutions is pointless and doesn't accomplish anything. 

 2. If you could delete all the songs from existence from a certain singer, who would it be?

I know that I am going to get my ass flamed for this one. lol Actually, I have two. Both irritate me equally and I feel that both are some of the most overrated hacks to ever step up to a microphone. Elvis Presley and The Beatles. I don't get them. I really don't. I hear them, I see the blind devotion paid to them by so many millions and I just ask, "Why?"


3. If you could have sex with any Superhero – who would it be?

Mmmm... It would have to be Batman. Dark, broody, tortured, cultured, compassionate, angry, sad, intelligent, witty, slightly wicked. Quite a pot full of something I'd like to stir. ^^

 4. If it was free AND unlimited – would you choose to have a cook, chauffeur, or masseuse?

Duh! 

5. Repeat question: Summarize your week – in real life and blogland.

I have had a halfway decent week. Eating has been better... I am getting solidly back on track and sliding into a hardcore target range for Allan's Phase Four. I got some treatment for my back and am in less pain. It snowed like a sonofabitch and I am trapped like a rat in this condo. And about ready to burn it down. I have gained some real inspiration from some terrific bloggers whom I follow and met some new ones whom I look forward to getting to know better.


So, there you have it folks. My BYOC.


In other news, if one could call it that, today is going well. I did a New Year's mani, (pics on my nail blog) did a little housework, ran far too much heat and didn't get a whole lot accomplished, otherwise. It was just one of those days. lol


We are going to celebrate New Year's Eve like we always do, in our jammies, munching on stuff while watching Kathy Griffin make Anderson Cooper blush and sputter. Then watch the ball drop in New York. Say, I have a question for anyone who has done the ball drop in Times Square; if you have to get a place in the crowd so early and you aren't allowed to leave for any reason (even to use the bathroom) or give up your spot, do you like... wear Depends, or something? Have a Foley and a bag? Just piss all down your legs and enjoy the temporary warmth until the numbing cold freezes it? I saw on TV people were getting their spots in the late morning, New York time and I wondered how these people cope with that particular situation.


I will probably eat soup and toast, my traditional New Year's Eve munch. I don't know how that tradition got started. I really don't. But the fact remains that I eat chicken noodle soup and toast every New Year's Eve. lol This year it will be a toasted sandwich thin sprayed with buttery spray, not a pile of white toast soaked in melted butter, but the spirit will be the same. :D


I hope that you all have a very happy New Year. Those of you partying with boozy substances, be sure to call a cab or have a designated driver or crash at a friend's house, mmmkay? I want to see all of you, in the New Year. <3

It was colder than a witch's lunch bucket today. It never got up past the mid twenties. At one this afternoon, it was 19 degrees, with a windchill of 8. Frakking brrr! It is too cold, folks. Waaay too cold.

Okay, I must run along. I need to pee. Damned water, anyway. lol

Ugh! Moar Snow!

So, it snowed some more. And now we are even more socked in, up here. I am never getting out. lol Trapped in mounds of snow. Forever. Truly an Ice Queen.

Bwahahaha! Drama, much? :P

It is going to be a pain for a day or three, but the temps are supposed to be up to fifty, in a couple of days, so this snow is going to melt away, fast and life will return to normal. :)

I took more pictures. And yes, I am going to torture you with them because this is my blog and I can. ^^

 Backyard. Deeper in.

 When there is no snow, there is a patio and a drop off to the ground, below. It is a foot at the wall, less by the tree.

 Sabryna in the snow. 

 Drop off? What drop off?

 The driveway, even more deeply covered, now.

 Between the drive and the slope is a high curb. All that is visible of that curb is a slight, long bump in the snow. 

 I am never getting out of here... lol

My little view of a bit of Prescott

About caffeine and water? Personally, I think that I need more water to make up for the additional fluid loss from the natural diuretic in coffee. The coffee I drink and all the water I am drinking definitely help keep the puff down. It never really goes away, entirely... I have hopes that as I lose more weight, it will resolve and I will not have to worry about it, anymore. Or at least as much. 

My chow is on track and I am right on pace with my water. My last load of laundry is in my dryer. Maybe I can just rest my back, this afternoon.

Okay, I am chattered out, now. Thank heaven, huh?  :P

Do Not Want!

Snow. Ugh. Do not want. We only got a few inches, but we are up on a steep hill and even a little snow means we are snowed in. It is unsafe to drive down our driveway, even in Willy Dog's four wheel drive work truck. He had to call a co worker to come pick him up, this morning. Pookey had to walk into work. I hope it clears up, the sun comes out and this shit melts. Fast.

It wouldn't be so bad, if we didn't live up on this fucking hill. I hate this hill. I really hate it a lot. *sniff* I have running around and shopping to get done. We need stuff, we live in town. In Town. And we are trapped. Blech!

Pictures. Lots of pictures. Because misery loves company. ^^ :P

 Footprints outside my back door.

 My grill. My poor widdle grill. All covered with a pile of snow. 

 My backyard. Can you see Sabryna's paw prints. She didn't stay out there long! lol

 Snowy fakealoo tree on my front deckony.

 Drive and Willy Dog's truck's nose. 

 Drive and trees and a neighbouring home. The slope is the drive down to the frontage road and the pic doesn't show just how nasty it is.

 My footprints on my deckony. Yes, I have big feet. But, in my defense, the hard soled slippers I was wearing are too big... So there. :P

 Another look at the driveway.

 And another.

 As you can see by this shot, the snow isn't really very deep. But the wind blew like a somebitch all night and drifted it and is still blowing and drifting it and made the drive into a hazard. So, the big, four wheel drive truck sits and languishes. 

 Drive to the left... I think this shows a little better just how truly steep that drive really is. 

  Backyard, through my window. 

 And again. The white you see is blowing snow.

 More backyard. 

 Ponderosa pine outside my kitchen window. Taken from my dining room window.

 Snow through a window with snow blown and frozen on it. 

And again. :D

 Mini rant: Why do morning news shows pan the crowds of screaming, yelling idiot people hanging around outside the studio? Hang out with them? And why do those morons hang out out there and yell and scream wave their stupid signs and rudely interrupt the news people? So stupid. They need to get rid of all of those idiots. Seriously. I can't stand to watch a network news show because of those morons.

Okay, debate time, kiddies. I hear one medical expert say that coffee, even caffeinated counts in your hydration totals. Another says no, it dehydrates and you have to drink more water for every cup of coffee to make up for it. Who is right? Discuss. :D

The sun is shining in my back window. It is supposed to hide soon and the snow is supposed to start back up. I hope that The Weather Channel is wrong. Rain would be better. It would wash away all of this stupid snow.

Okay, I am going to finish my coffee, continue with my laundry and start glugging my daily allotment of water, have brekkie and take my BP med. I'll see all you fine, furry folk, later. Stay warm, if it is cold in your neck of the woods. If you live in Australia and are basking in Summer, I officially hate you. A little bit. ;)

I'm Baaaack!

He. He.

I just had to come back in and natter a little more.

I have decided to join in on Allan's Phase Four. The hardcore, balls to the wall approach appeals to me. I like a challenge. :D  And, let's face it... The fact that, if I stay on track I could weigh in at or close to 249 pounds by May First is rather seductive. Somehow I got sucked into participating in the last little bit of Phase Three... How that happened, I am not sure. lol I don't mind, tho. It is giving me incentive to get on track and get ready for Phase Four. I am taking this time to slide into the rhythm of 1200 calories and enough water to float a battleship, every day. As soon as my back is up to it, I will also hit the road, again. Hopefully, right about the time this snow melts and the sidewalks are safe, my back will be up to it, again.

Whew! Listen to that wind! Golly, I love a good storm. I prefer rain to snow... But a storm is a storm. It includes lots of clouds and that makes me happy. :D

Calories are in just under 1200, water is down. So, on track, today. I had a great day yesterday, as well. Feels good. Really good. I know that I am not going to hit 300 or less by New Year's Day. My own fault. I made the choices that slowed me down. I take responsibility. I have to live with the consequences. And the disappointment in that and in myself. Not a poor me. Just the facts. :)

I am dangerously close to 300, tho. I will have to decide what I am going to wear in my next set of progress pics. I am finally beginning to see a difference when I look int the mirror. (I have massive fat goggles... This is huge, for me!) I am kind of interested to see how I come out in photos. Maybe I should wait to lose an additional ten pounds. Because they say the camera adds ten pounds... :P ^^

Okay, I am going to grab some more water, hit the loo and get a good night's sleep I am still running on a huge deficit.

Oh, and Hope, if I move more furniture before my back is back up to snuff, I invite you to come smack me around.

Goodnight, lovebugs. Sleep tight and stay warm.