10% Real Juice in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Feeling better today, even though I practically spent the night at work last night and came in early. There’s so much to do, and I’m starting to get that overwhelmed feeling again. But for some reason, it feels good. Today anyway. Check back here this weekend.

Crazy Tony, Maria, and Chris just stopped by my office to see what the plans are for tonight. Um. I had to make something up really quickly! I’ve turned into somewhat of an escort when they come to town. It’s expected of me to go out with them. It’s always fun. And it’s always on their tab. But I just have to make sure from now on that my ass is covered when they’re here. And due to a new business partnership, they’ll be here once a month. I suppose that will keep it fun. Much better than once a week or something! As much as I love them and as thankful as I am that they got me my job here (they did!), they can be exhausting.

I just need to make sure that I’m psyched up enough by the end of the workday.

Got most of the bridal shower stuff done here at work last night. We’re having the shower in a private room at a Mexican restaurant. So the theme is completely south of the border. I bought a giant sombrero, and I’m going to wrap tulle around it and into a giant bow for the centerpiece. I wrapped those little hot tamale candies in tulle and tied them with red ribbons and added a little card that says, “Here’s to a Red Hot Future”. I also got packs of Big Red gum for everyone [by the way, the shower is for my redheaded twin here at work]. We’ll have a cake with chili peppers on it. If we can get Christy (the bride) drunk enough on tequila, I think we can get her to do a Mexican hat dance! That hot little tamale!

I’m happy to report that my jeans are fitting a little less snug today! Hooray! I chalk it up to my little home detox last week: no drinkage (until Friday), less foodage, and a bit of exercise. And voila! Amazing how that works, eh? Now, I just need to keep it up. Crazy Tony’s crew being here doesn’t help me any, but I figure it’s only one night. I’m not planning on going out this weekend, and I plan on being good at the shower tomorrow night, and I’m going to sweat up a storm on Saturday (workout + work).

So. Things are fine. I have my ups and downs. But it’s just me here. Living my simple life. I realize that my little issues are just that: Little. And honestly, I’m very thankful for that. I wish I had juicer news to report, but I guess life doesn’t have to be one big juicefest.