International Women’s Day

I don’t feel like I did enough to honor International Women’s Day today.

I spent the day with my wife and spend a long time on the phone with my step daughter. That’s about it, unfortunately. No offense. Sorry.

I did pull off the Activity App’s International Women’s Day challenge though, so that’s something, right?

Three Bedtime Items of Note

  • It has been 45 minutes since the last time I ate anything. I have to wait 15 more minutes before I can chug a bottle of water. This is relevant because I am seriously thirsty.
  • It’s raining out. No, it’s not raining. It’s pouring. Somewhere there is an old man laying in a substandard bed snoring his head off. It’s worse than pouring. It’s noah’s arking out there.
  • I am worried about my size. I mean, you know that if you’ve been reading this crap of a page because I am constantly talking about weight loss surgery. That’s not what I am talking about. What I am actually talking about is the zit just above my upper lip. It started showing up earlier today and in the last few hours it has grown into a six foot four inch tall nearly sentient partial clone of me. A few minutes ago I was doing a little bit of exercise, walking in place like a bone head, and I swear I heard it call me a pathetic fat ass.

Green White Orange

Our kitchen is green. It’s been green since we moved in. We’ve always talked about repainting but just haven’t done it. We were just talking about it in terms of remodeling the whole kitchen and Jen said she was okay with keeping it green. She said green and white was nice.

I countered with this:

Erin go Bragh, am I right?

I Made It

In regards to the previous post, I did it. I closed my exercise ring about 45 minutes ago. My streak of successful days on the Activity App is in tact.

I need to start finishing the 30 minutes of exercise earlier in the day. This last minute crap is stressing me out big time.

Last Minutes

It’s 10:30pm and the Move ring on my AppleWatch hasn’t closed yet, and I’ve only four minutes of my 30 minutes of exercise done. I was just having so much fun hanging with Harry that I didn’t want to leave the room and take care of business.

I have 90 minutes to don26 minutes of exercise and I am terminally out of shape.

It should be a gimme. It’s not.

Wish me luck, folks.