Quick

It's almost 10pm and I've yet to watch tonight's American Idol!

Why?

It was 72 degrees when I got home from work tonight and I did a couple e-mail/school things, then took a walk. Needed it felt good--well, except for my feet. The heels on these suckers are so worn down. I honestly don't remember when I even bought em. I wanna say 2006..maybe.....

Let me be honest, if anybody out there wonders what to gift me with for my birthday in 29 days (that's April 8, for the rest of the world) a new pair of good tennyshoes will do just fine! Funky color and/or design. I'd relish them big time..Hey, I'm an only child. I ain't too proud to beg.

I digress.

So I get home from the calm of my walk. I know I gotta finish the paper that was due on Monday. The highest grade I could get is an 80. I almost didn't do it--but, the writer in me came out. Sure, it wasn't fiction I was scripting, but it feel GOOD. I kinda of have this school down to a routine, so my work on the novella draft, I wanted done by my birthday (eeks!) comes back into play.

Paper is sent. Flip Flops on feet. I will hit the couch and do as much of American Idol as I can. The guys were singing tonight. I can fast forward after a couple notes of the song, to the judges opinion. You just know when something is good or not....

Off to the couch-quick!

Wee Wednesday Eve

Did aerobics class tonight. I guess I thought we'd be some bunch of mid-life women takin' it kinda easy. Ya know, not doing that much since --well--we're mid-life women.

Wrong.

Will ache tomorrow. I need a better pair of tennyshoes. As I looked In the mirror as I pulled this rope thing to work my arms, and got all the way mad at myself --again- how I'd lost this 70 lbs and kept it off until-My emotional eater self and gained more than half of it back. Anyway, it will be a good ache. At least that's what I tell myself. I do know I'll sleep like a rock and them some tonight.

Tonight on Dancing With the Stars, Michael Irvin is SAFE to dance another day. I do so blame his pro-dancer partner, Anna. Sure, she's new to the show, yet Anna's gotta put more dance in the DANCE. I do believe Michael can dance--if he cuts down on his nervousness and actually has a dance to do.

OK. I'm beat. I sweat out my 74 ounces of water tonight. All for the good--so I tell me....

Thomasina OUT.