Cellulitic Bliss

And I shall be here for the first time:

My friend O informed hubby a few weeks back of a DC career fair/conference at the end of the month.  The next day, I received a notice in my email box that Northwest Airlines had just slashed seats from San Francisco to DC to only $159RT — all taxes included!  Naturally, I took that as a sign — not only should he go, but the wifey as well.  Besides, my mom insisted I go; afterall, when would I ever have a reason to visit DC again?  Add to that, O was attending the same conference so it was perfect.  Except one part:  we’re missing out on Halloween with the little girl.   I know, I’m such a bad mommy.  I wouldn’t have minded taking her but the mere fact that it’ll be a short 3-day trip (2 days actually since one day is pretty much shot at the career fair), the travel time from one coast to the next, relying simply on public transportation and our legs (no need to pack a fat burner!) and disrupting her school schedule (my big girl attends every day now) — I have more reason to keep her safe at home with my mom.  Plus, as selfish as this might sound to some, I need me some good quality adult time.

I hate that I just seem to pop up here and there.  I promise I think about this blog a lot more than my actions convey.  I thought I’d love my Creative Writing class that I recently signed up for — wrong.  And I should have known, right?  I can’t even keep up with a blog (where creative juices are welcome), much less force it out for assignments.  So no thanks.  Dropped it after the second meeting cuz God knows I don’t do poems.  Eek.

After my summer class (as in, literally right after my final exam), I sped off to Vegas with the little girl.  You know what that means — food, food, food.  Afterall, what else do you do in Vegas if you don’t gamble, right?  Hahahaha.  Would post pics of myself but I need me some weight loss supplements — I seriously do not like what I am seeing when pictures look back at me.  I’m so consumed with the idea that I was able to lose 46 pounds in some distant lifetime and now, in what will soon turn into a year, I can’t even shed 4 measly pounds! I wonder if a new pair of sneakers would jump start my engine?