A week of Mondays

Whew, I don't mind tellin' ya - this has been one wild and craaazy week. Let's see if I can remember what all went down in the last seven days:

- I bought a scale and after stepping on it and seeing the reading, had to spend several hours talking myself down off the ledge.

- Luckily, this was the motivation I'd been so sorely lacking and not only did I jump back on the exercise train, Laura and I started a new bloggie where I get to bitch, moan, complain and hopefully sometimes brag about my new hobby, Operation Fit Into Your Clothes Again Because It's Not Like You Can Go Buy a Whole New Wardrobe. In less than a week, five more contributors have joined us and it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy knowing I Am Not Alone in this. Journeys are way more fun when traveled together. Either I just made that up or I read it on a fortune cookie once.

- Monday morning I ran out of gas on the way to work with a dead cell phone and was rescued by a very nice man. I didn't panic until I started telling people the story and seeing the look of fear in their eyes when I got to the part about getting into the nice man's car.

- George lost twenty-five years' worth of tools, recreational equipment, furniture, file cabinets, a generator and countless other things in a fire that was caused by lighting hitting his shed (which was the size of a two-story barn). We went over the other night to see the damage and it looked like a war-torn bombing site, with huge piles of black, charred and still-smoking remains. It'll take weeks to clean up and they're both understandably shaken up.

- For a couple of days it seemed like we might have to move out of our house, but luckily that problem went away. I don't think I even realized how stressed that made me until after the crisis had passed. We do NOT need that hell anytime soon.

- Last night a five-minute thunderstorm passed through (yeah, this Florida Summer storm every afternoon shit can go back from whence it came anytime now) and it knocked our power out from 7 until 10pm. Considering last Summer we had that happen seven or eight times, we were very unprepared last night with dead batteries in all the flashlights, a broken Coleman lantern that has yet to be replaced and the scarce amount of what's left of my candle collection. We ended up getting a long visit from Crazy Old Neighbor Lady and then playing poker on the front porch by the light of a Sun & Sand scented Yankee candle. I will be purchasing replacements for light sources, because I have the feeling this is only the beginning.

It seems like a lot more happened, but maybe not. Either way I'm hap-hap-happy it's Friday and I hope you are too.