today: post office, pharmacy errands
14th: concert at 3, back to work after to make up the time
15th: grocery shopping, dinner party for 10 at our house
16th: 2 concerts back-to-back
18th: work dinner
19th: Martin to doctor for checkup
20th-23rd: 4-day weekend to Kolmården and Nynäshamn to visit ozswede and tallefjant! woo hoo!
26th: interview, choir end-of-term dinner & party
27th: hair appointment, dinner with friends, book group
28th: Thai dinner with AWC
29th: trip to new gigantic mall outside Copenhagen
31st: AWC meeting
1st: 8th wedding anniversary
And then, oh my god, it's June already!
I just finished re-reading the first two Thursday Next novels by Jasper Fforde and started the new one, The Well of Lost Plots. So far, the first one was the best, and only the first time I read it. Now it struck me as a bit too aware of its own cleverness and cuteness, like a child beauty-pageant star. I'd still recommend the first one for anyone that hasn't read it yet, The Eyre Affair, but I'm not yet sure I'd recommend the 2 sequels. If the 3rd one finishes up with a bang, I might change my mind. After I'm done with that I fully intend to re-read a childhood favorite: The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles by Julie Andrews Edwards (yes, THAT Julie Andrews). If you've never read it, or her other book Mandy, I suggest you stop whatever you're doing and get your butt on over to Amazon.
Big Happy Birthday Wishes to: redpirk!
Proof Of Commitment: 4 days of power-walking, and yesterday it was RAINING, but I did it anyway. Go, me!
I had a major revelation yesterday. You all will probably laugh at me, but it was really hard for me to admit. All my life (since I was around FIVE) I've been a rabid Coca-cola fan. Classic Coke is one of the few things I drink, and yeah yeah I know all about the bad stuff: the sugar, the fact that it can dissolve the rust off a rusty nail overnight, the caffeine addiction, whatever. I'm an addict and I've been kind of proud of it, I have to say. Better than many, many other things. Except that it's equal to about 20 pounds a year. Twenty pounds! A YEAR! sheesh. I just found that out not too long ago. After analyzing my eating style, Marda told me that simply by cutting out "inappropriate beverages" and not making ANY other changes, I could probably shed 37 pounds without even trying. *blink*
Of course, I AM making other changes. I'm power-walking a half hour each day now, for one. I'm watching what I eat and working on portion control. I've switched back to sugar-free Kool-Aid (damn the expense!) instead of Festis. (Forgive me, Festis, you were soooooo good). So, yesterday, in the spirit of TRYING, I opened one of the Coke Lights* I bought the other day and poured a glass over ice to have with my dinner. And damn me if it didn't taste EXACTLY LIKE COKE. *boggle*
When did that happen? Diet Coke used to taste bitter and nasty to me. They fixed the aftertaste! Or was I just wanting SO BAD for it to be okay, that I convinced myself there was no taste difference? Whatever. I don't really care. Bye bye 20 pounds. You're outta here!
*Sweden's version of Diet Coke