BLAH BLAH F-ING BLAH

THIS WAS WRITTEN OVER A WEEK AGO AND I FOUND IT TOO BORING TO POST:
So I have nothing to say really. It is Saturday morning and I am at work - I am supervising some exams that are being written - they should be done soon, I think - so I thought I would pop in here and say something, although I have nothing to say. I am preoccupied because I have to urinate and preoccupied because my lower back sort of hurts and is sending aching pains down my legs, so I am basically achy and have to pee. It's the getting old. It's been a CRAZY week. Crazy. Work is busy as all get out. I have some new duties that I haven't wrapped my head around, so it will be an interesting next few months. Ah, roll with it, fat man.....

I say fat because I feel really fat. I am up about 10 lbs from the big loss at xmas, which isn't horrible, but it means I am not fitting my skinny clothes, and so I need to remedy that because I want to be down these 10 lbs so I can shop at the Hollister outlets when we go to California, and ain't nothing going to fit this fat ass there if I stay the same. Did I mention that we might go to CA? We might. I am still not sure if we can afford it, but whatever - we are planning on maybe taking the kids out of school the first two weeks of June (or the end of May or something) and drive to California. We sort have planned a neat little road trip - Yellowstone, Lava Hot Spings, the parks in Utah, Vegas (which apparently is chock full of kids crap to do if you look hard enough, although I have no desire to go there myself really, because I am a stick in the mud), ghost towns in the desert, and then a week in Anaheim, where we'll go Disney, Knott's, the beaches, etc. I think it will be fun - the girls are awesome travellers - it's just baby who is a crap shoot. Anyway, we are thinking of doing that, so I spend all my time looking up interesting things to do.

What else..... well, I really have nothing to say. I am so frigging sick of winter. Seriously, this is the worst winter I can remember - well, the winter of 81/82 was hideous, but otherwise, this is the worst. I feel like I am in Narnia, waiting for Aslan to kill the frigging queen and melt the fucking snow. It's supposed to be plus 2 or something today, but really, I remember years where at this time I'd have my bike out. Man, I sound old, don't I?

I turned 39 the other day. Let's not go there. I can't wrap my head around that.