happy someday father's day

Last night I had dinner with my parents and my Ames to celebrate my dad, and then we came home at 9:30 and watched Big Bang Theory after I read a chapter of Writing Down the Bones recommended by friend Julie, and then I fell asleep on Ames's shoulder around 10:14 because he is the snuggliest.

And then I woke up a few hours later at 12:08AM with an awful, awful headache and running to the mailbox to check for something that I needed for work, and I found a worrisome text on my phone when I got back to my bed, and I tried to respond to the text but didn't know what to say at all, so I woke up my Ames and it was almost 12:30AM by then.

I asked him what I should say in this text, and I felt so badly because it was 12:30AM but also it was about work, and I feel like all I ever do is talk and be depressed about work lately which also makes me feel like the worst wife in the world. So I asked him what to say, and he didn't really know because it was such a kind of unbelievable situation, but he was definitely upset on my behalf. And then I started crying about it because it was 12:30AM and I had a headache and somewhere between Big Bang Theory and 12:30AM I had already had nightmares-- literal nightmares-- about work and it just didn't feel fair all of a sudden.

So it's 12:30AM, but really more like 12:40AM by this point, and I'm crying and upset, and Ames has been awakened by (more) of my work problems, and all he does is just put that long brown arm around me and let me be a mess for a while-- all he does is validate me and let me be sad and snuggle me as he falls back to sleep and so do I with a cold pack on my neck to make the headache go away.

plugging my work

I saw Funny Girl and then wrote a review about it.

If you didn't get my first tweet, you can go ahead and click this link instead.

Oh, and ps-- even though I didn't so much as fall of the proverbial weight loss wagon this week as I did completely (and willingly) belly flop off the wagon, I managed to lose 2 oz this week. Goal.

hitting 20K

WE DID IT, EVERYBODY!
20,000 ticker clicks

Thanks to your dedicated reading, pribbles & prabbles (formally Emily's Alpine Path) has received 20,000+ hits, and I almost didn't even notice because I was so busy focusing on the dozens of children running rampant (not really-- they're supervised) around my department.

How will we celebrate?

I should probably do some kind of sentimental recap about the progress and journey of this blog. 20,000 ticks isn't so much a very large feat when you consider it has existed for the better part of three years... Is that embarrassing to admit? I'm not a "cool blog" like the others I read with 20,000 hits in like a week. It's okay. I feel we're close, my readers and I. I like being close to you (but not in a gross creepy way).

In the meantime, my celebration plans for tonight involve attending a local performance of Funny Girl, which I will review and post tomorrow. Those plans will also potentially include a pizza from Costco because I have 14 WW points left today. Also performances at the SCERA Shell must always include Costco pizza, or at very least a churro. What the what.

I'll also probably throw down a little Miley, because that song is actually super catchy. And even though this is only a party in the USA in the largest sense (in that, this blog and I are in the USA), Miley Cyrus definitely was in town last Independence Day to do a concert down the street for Stadium of Fire and she probably sang that song (or would have, if it were released at the time, which I'm not positive it was), which warrants me movin my hips like yeah.

PS. Saw Prince of Persia last night. I enjoyed all the white people with convincing suntans and wigs, especially Alfred Molina, who might be my favorite actor right now/ever (who is, to his credit, at least Spanish/Italian). My only real issue with the film is that I really wanted Jake Gyllenhaal to bust out some Aladdin tunes as he was jumping around all those rooftops. He really was just one jump ahead of the lawmen all those times, guys.

phasing

I hit a milestone today. I've made it out of the 160's.

WOO WOO WOO!

Oddly enough, it comes after a week of emotional eating and little exercising. The summer camp at work started yesterday, and I've discovered that I am not one of those girls who loses weight when I'm under stress. Stress is interpreted by my body as impending apocalypse and therefore flips into starvation mode, clinging with vigor to ever calorie for who knows how long it will be till I will eat again!

That said, now that I'm no longer under (as much) stress, there has been a sudden release in metabolism, and in spite of the tacos and homestyle chicken go-wraps and overwhelming urge to graze between the hours of 6PM-9PM, it kind of just melted off since Friday. Weird. I'm not complaining. Let it melt. I mean, it's hot enough outside (but for real).

In other news, the puppy I (desperately) wanted, which Ames and I were going to somehow figure out how to adopt, which we were going to visit this very afternoon, was adopted TODAY. I feel the worst for myself, but I'm very happy he's got a family now. I hope they are good to him.