Nancymarie’s House

I decided last night to really put an effort into exercising. Sunday, I stopped and thought about why it hurt to stand up from my computer chair and hobble to the bathroom. It hurt because that’s all the exercise I’ve been doing for months. I’ve also noted some health problems due to me being a fat sow – unable to lay on my back without agonizing pain, 24/7 heartburn, neck muscles hurt just by tipping my head back. So disgusting and shameful. Other than being a lazy cow, I figured out the second reason I don’t exercise: I hate to sweat. Looking at it objectively, I pinpointed immediately why I felt bad about sweating. I hated taking showers at school because I was fat and didn’t want to deal with being the butt of jokes. It never happened, but I got humiliated enough elsewhere that being naked in front of strangers… *cringe* Empath told me that the only person to see me naked was him and he likes how I look. I know if I can get over this mental block of exercise=sweating=humiliation, I can workout.

Empath is doing the workout with me. He’s got an actual reason for lack of exercise: arthritis in his knees. His dad told him Sunday afternoon that he needed to lose weight and to use the treadmill downstairs. Last time I got into walking on the treadmill regularly, the in-laws decided they should use it, too, and pretty well horned in on the mornings when I preferred to walk. Anyway, Empath and I are following this 5BX Plan for Physical Fitness. The guy on the front cover of the booklet creeps me out. He’s wearing a red tank top and short-shorts and he really reminds me of those uber cheerful personal trainers that I want to beat with a large spoon. This morning, I started my routine and came out to the living room marching away. Empath was at his computer and jolted out of his seat to march with me. Neither of us are good at walking in place, so we were walking rings around our basement apartment. We did much more than the 5BX outlined for the first day. My legs were hot and the muscles all jumpy, but I didn’t sweat. Lol! I asked if he would time me for my heart rate, which was 116 a minute, and his was 80 or so (but I worked out more ).

For the past 2 days I smell my ovulation when I’m sitting. It’s weird, I know, but it’s that’s what it is. I get the same odor when I’m on my period. Yeah, you think I’m a weirdo for sniffing my underwear, but admit that you do it, too. Read up on some of the yeast infections and STDs. Certain ones are marked by a peculiar odor. I think it’s weird to not be able to smell yourself, especially during your period. I could tell when girls at school were ragging it.

Wow, how did I forget to post about the great anniversary dinner at Swiss Chalet? Let me rectify that now.

Empath and I like to got out to a semi fancy restaurant for our anniversary, a place were your Sunday best is optional. We chose Swiss Chalet this year instead of East Side Mario’s because it had been a long time since we last sat down for a meal there and we had a coupon for a free appetizer (we usually get take-out). After much dithering, he ordered a double leg dinner for himself and a BBQ chicken breast with veggies and rice and a Caesar salad for me. I’m glad I tried something different. The food was fantastic! I felt full like Mr. Creosote from Meaning of Life and shouldn’t have pushed for dessert (coconut cream pie), but I did. Empath was not much better, but better than I was. The drive home was horrible for me; I really felt like I’d explode any moment. When we arrived home, I went pee and lay down in bed. Empath joined me and we cuddled for an hour. We farted a lot which relieved the pressure in our bellies. It’s not an experience I want to repeat, so next time I’ll skip the appetizer and dessert.

The MIL gave us presents of sexy underwear – a black bra and panty set and 2 silk boxers. Since MIL loves to reuse gift bags, boxes and wrapping paper, she never puts names on gifts so it’s hit-miss-guess-and-by-golly as to who gets what. We knew which went to who, but I thought it would be funny for Empath to wear the bra and go tell him mom to start using nametags. He looked okay in the bra, which I stuffed with napkins to fill out the cups, but he had a hard time breathing. His folks laughed at him. I released him from the “prison”.

The other half of that day is Empath’s birthday. I put more emphasis on it being his birthday than our anniversary since his bday came first. I’m hoping things go good for tomorrow and we can shop. I want to get him a pair of tan jeans. He wants to look at video cards. He moved his BFG card into my computer after buying a new computer for himself, but the onboard graphics card barely runs things like TF2.

As of yesterday, the FIL has instituted a $1 fee for borrowing the vehicle with the claim of “higher gas prices”. Uh huh, right. We’re the ones using up all the gas; certainly not your wife (who can’t be bothered filling up the van because of her hand eczema wtf?) making 5 trips a day to Costco and Zellars.

Something hilarious I discovered on Wil Wheaton’s blog is Retarded Policeman. There are 7 episodes so far and they are all righteously funny. Ponce does have Down’s Syndrome and he does understand that this is a joke and not a slam against retarded people (mentally handicapped, whatever). Wil is in episode 5 of the series. Byeeeeeeee!

Happenstance and link whoring lead me to find, as ebooks, a science fiction series I dream of owning: Edgar Rice Burroughs’ John Carter of Mars. I read the whole 10 books when I lived in Boone and have searched through various libraries and book shops for the past17 years. I remember the cover that caught my attention, Thuvia, Maid of Mars, and it brought a whole new light to sci fi for me. No longer was this genre limited to robots, Dragonlance and Star Wars. Here was a series I could sink my teeth into and I took a huge bite. It’s never been about the nudity in the stories, but the characters and plots. Each chapter was a cliffhanger; I could put myself into the story and dream of being rescued by the steely-eyed Virginian.

I found the ebook links on the Wikipedia page via link whoring from The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. The movie had played on Showcase over the weekend and I’d blanked out on which actress played Mrs. Harker. Thus, I went to the imdb and found her to be Peta Wilson. Curious about whether or not Mrs. Harker really was part of The League, I pulled up the Wiki page and discovered John Carter once played a role in the comic. At the bottom of the Barsoom article are links to reading the books online. I just finished A Fighting Man of Mars this afternoon. If only I could buy the actual books!

ION, I ate a delicious McRib Tuesday. Oh, it is so good! That was the first one I’ve had in 10 years. As we were leaving MacDonald’s I tired talking Empath into getting a few to take home “in case we can’t get back”. We probably will since he ate a double cheeseburger instead of a McRib.

The in-laws are at the hospital, Empath is at work and I’m at home womanning the phone. Yeah, I get to be the one to pass on information if I get it. *rolls eyes* All I heard about MIL’s sister is “she’s on her way out of town and might call”. The sister calls and tells me she’s “on her way” and asks if FIL called. FIL calls about an hour later and I write down the room number. An hour after that, a friend of MIL’s sister calls and wants to know if the sister is there yet. I reply that all I know is the sister is “on her way”. “She left Botwood and should be there,” the friend tells me, implying that it’s my fault the sister isn’t where she’s supposed to be.

My in-law family tells me NOTHING, making me look like a retard for not intuiting the information. Sorry peeps, I’m not psychic. I can only get info when someone tells me or writes it down. I’m not part of the hive mind here; you’ll all have to deal.

Pretty much every married person hates their in-laws. I certainly hate my MIL. She’s a conceited bitch who cares nothing about anyone except herself.

I looked in the mirror the other day and saw my maternal grandmother’s face staring back at me. She (Ester was her name) was quite a bitch, too, and enjoyed making my mom feel like shit. If looking like that old cunt isn’t a motivator for losing weight, I don’t know what is.

Anyway, it’s been a fairly shitty time recently.

First off, I have a new clock. We bought it at Wal-mart on Tuesday. It takes a C battery, which we don’t have spares. The clock is Seiko and I know from experience that they are a good brand for clocks.

I’ve got my Baldur’s Gate blog up and going, though I haven’t played BG in a few days. There’s only one post so far, but you know how it is with RL and shit. Since I’m playing with 2 evil characters, it should be interesting.

Oh, we found out yesterday that Empath’s mom has kidney cancer. I think the only reason Empath got told about her upcoming surgery is because I took messages from the hospital about the pre-op visit. Apparently, the cancer is confined to one kidney and Empath’s dad said the surgery should get it all. Whether this is benign or malignant, we don’t know. I’m not bothered by her having cancer. Does that make me cold-hearted? I don’t like her much, but I deal with her.

There’s some spirit or paranormal activity in the house, mostly around me or I’m just the one who senses it happening. This started in Oct. 2006 after the basement bathroom got renovated. I was out of the country when it happened and I noticed right away that something was weird. Most of the time it’s just a feeling of something being around me. I have seen things on occasion, like balls of light and shadows; heard things like a voice and growling/breathing; and felt coldness around me or a wind swirling around me. Yesterday, Empath and I were talking in the bathroom; I had to pee and he followed to continue the conversation. You may squick now lol. Sitting on the toilet with the door open, you have a good view of the end of the bed and I saw a cat jump off the end of the bed and bound across the floor. Empath, bless him, didn’t disbelieve me. If I said I saw a cat, then I did. Now we look into a logical explanation as to why there might be a cat in the house. No cats are in the house; we don’t own any pets and none can get inside.

I’m worried because I’m no psychic or medium. I can barely understand my Tarot cards, let alone communicate with the dead. I’m wondering why there’s an increase of activity, of ghosts putting on physical manifestations instead of the”normal” hanging around. I want to know what that cat was doing or trying to do. I did some searching on ghost cats and couldn’t find anywhere that said what it means to see one. Good? Bad? Just a messenger?

My wind-up clock died! It won’t tick anymore and I’m so bummed out. I love that clock. My dad gave it to me when I moved out to my first rathole apartment in 1990 and Lord knows how long he had it before that. It’s going to be damned hard to find a replacement. All I ever see are digital, electric clocks and they are useless when the power goes out.

/wrists