I woke up in a foul mood this morning. After going to bed at 8:45, and FINALLY falling asleep after 9:30 I laid wide awake from about 3am to close to 4am. The alarm goes off at 4:15... I was so groggy and tired that I almost didn't go to the gym. But then I said to myself "self, Aaron is sick. There is a chance you will get that cold too, if you do, you will not feel like going to the gym at 4:15 in the morning. So while you are still healthy, get your ass up and go." So I did. Sometimes all it takes is a stern lecture and I'm good to go.
I was in a foul mood though because I had a bad dream about Aaron. I told him about it this morning and he said (all groggily because I woke him up to tell him about it... nice aren't I?) "Never!" I laughed and said "I know you would never do it, I know it was a dream." But I'll let you in on a little secret... everytime I think about the dream, I get a little pissed off at him... not totally, but irrationally. Then I have to reming myself that hello freak, this was a dream.
So I think we are going to make time in the next week or two to go see The Passion of the Christ. My curiosity is getting the better of me. Besides, I think anything that generates as much buzz as it has is worth a look at with my own eyes, so I can form my own opinions. I also think that anything that gets so many people talking about and in touch with their spirituality --- no matter their religion/denomination, can't be all bad. We shall see though.
I made one of my favorite meals last night... so simple. I just cooked some boneless chicken breasts in cream of mushroom soup(that I LIBERALLY seasoned with thyme) and boiled spaghetti noodles. Then I took the soup from the pan after the chicken was done, added a buttload of fat free sour cream, and mixed it with the noodles. My God, I love those noodles so much I have absolutely no self control when it comes to portion size. There wasn't really enough left for dinner tonight, so I wisely filled the bowl w/ the remaining noodles with water or I guarantee I would have had thirds. (Yes I had seconds... I was 'painfully' full after dinner... I hate that, which is precisely why I don't make it all that often.)
We shaved Asa last weekend. The actual haircut is baaaad. He still needs to be trimmed, as we left several long pieces, but only because he was in some serious distress, and I can only justify freaking him out like that for short periods of time.
there was enough damn hair on that cat to make a whole other cat. I'll try to get a picture of him in all of his glory and post it. He looks so cute with his furry arms and head... looks like he has popeye arms, I keep calling him 'the naked baby'.
BY the way, I'd like to say a big fat thank you to NANCE who sent me 'Yoga for dummies'... I can't wait to try it!! Thank you Nance, you rock!
I don't know why this one cracks me up... Aaron took this lying on the floor by the coffee table, Asa's favorite place in the whole house is the coffee table. Incidentally, we've recently discovered that Asa loves blue berry muffins (and blueberries by themselves too) as well as my cream of mushroom soup sauce ... he seems to enjoy that even more than syrup... what a freak.
Um, NO. that is not lipstick, *cough* why do you ask?