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my feet are bad. like really bad…i’m surprised i don’t cause jeromy’s legs to bleed under the blankets when i warm them up on him. they were nice and pretty for the wedding but between my neglect and a field visit in new hiking boots that i broke in last friday, they are back to their hoof-like state. i scored a ped egg this weekend and went to work. the thing is great… it does the trick just fine. the only problem? performing the act of sloughing off dead skin sends me into orbit and i get on the verge of vomiting when i do it. i need to get a trained monkey to do it for me. *goes to craig’s list*

last thursday was full of adventure. jeromy woke up sick with tummy problems and stayed home from work. when i got outside, i saw that my vw beetle (that has been broken and sitting out in the driveway) door was sitting wide open. the glove box was open and the inside contents were spread out over the front seats. i didn’t have anything of value in the car, so that was good. i had a doctor’s appointment that resulted in me getting jabbed with a needle and having blood removed. i’ve been having additional female issues so they are changing my medicine.

jeromy kicked butt this weekend and managed to clear out the garage, mow the lawn, buy stuff for the yard, etc. he’s turning into quite the little husband. we’re going to be moving his apartment this next weekend. it will be great to have both of our households under the same roof. rawk.

i had a gift card to ross that my grandmother gave me for my birthday last year and i put it to good use this weekend - a pair of red flats, an andy warhol bag, black peep-toe heels, and a nine west black purse. the cute factor in my closet just went up.

“intervention” is a gut-wrenching show. i get sucked into it. on the one i just watched… the guy refused treatment and died. like in 2008. why do i do this to myself?

i worked out tonight. i do a good job of actually making it to the gym when i pack a bag in the morning and make myself go before i go home. only problem was that i forgot to change my ipod and that the headphone jack on the treadmill for the tvs had a bad connection and everything was super static-y except for “dancing with the stars” - which was only had mild static. so yeah… i was totally bored but managed to beat out a workout despite. note to self: charge ipod tonight.

i got home and there was a horrible smell in the house. it smells like it’s coming from the disposal… which i have run multiple times and washed out with soap and all… it’s like something died and permanently affixed itself to the pipes of my sink.

i ate a whole jar of dill pickles in a week. is that weird? i can’t get enough of the things. good thing they don’t have many calories.

can’t believe easter is this weekend. i think jeromy and i are going to mom’s for easter dinner. dee dee will make her famous brisket. i wish i were a little kid… or had an excuse to color eggs. i loved coloring eggs when i was a wee one. next year, i should organize an egg party… hmm…

what is up with gas prices? ’tis ridiculous. i’m still driving my mom’s car. i am seriously considering getting another car, as it is going to take a lot of money and time to fix the bug. besides, jeromy and i have been talking and we think that it might be beneficial to buy a “practical” vehicle that can eventually accommodate a car seat. not that we’re planning to spawn any time soon… but it’d be one less thing for us to stress about when that time comes around. we’ll just see.

no wedding photos yet from our photographer. but it’s only been two weeks, so i totally understand. i’m stoked to see them, though. i’m getting to sign my new last name at work now, which makes things sink in a little more. i need to battle the social security office sometime soon to get everything switched over.

i need to go to bed soon… i’ve been rambling on too long. bowling league night is tomorrow - i still suck at it for the record.