Random Ramblings from the Workaholic

Yes, it is absolutely true. This girl has not had nicotine since 9:30 p.m. on Monday, March 19. Yay, me!

One of my absolute favorite wines. (It’s only a fluke that there is a rooster on it.)

So on day 30 you know what I did, right? I called my plastic surgeon’s office and I told them. Yes, I did. I told them, 30 days nicotine free, bring on the blood draw, cuz I am CLEAN, baby!  Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?  I don’t know if I expected balloons and confetti to come out of the ceiling tiles in my office or what, but they are submitting this to our insurance company for approval, and will let me know when they hear something.

WHAT?  That’s all? That’s it?  I don’t know what I was expecting, but that wasn’t it, LOL..

But it’s ok…because *I* know I am a non-smoker. And *I* know smaller shirts are in my future. And I *KNOW* our insurance company is as good as everyone says about approving these kids of things. Right? //hopeful look//

Ok, so boobs and non-smoking aside, it’s Wednesday here, which means Hump Day in many circles. It’s also early evening where I sit, which means we are officially on the downhill slide to WEEKEND!

What’s on my agenda? Well I have a wedding to attend (and photograph) on Saturday. A dear friend and fellow creative is getting married to a music man and I am going to give her wedding pictures as her gift. It will be an outdoor affair and they are talking about the possibility of rain. I certainly hope that I can manipulate a large camera AND an umbrella at the same time, or things could get kinda touchy.

In the meantime, I am hoping to be kicking back with a glass of wine (see the photo-inset upper left, huh?) and chillin’ with Jenny Lawson’s (aka The Bloggess) new book, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, which I pre-ordered, got an autographed book plate, and am impatiently waiting for.  Now, apparently, my buddy over there at Old Dog New Tits already got hers, and she has been flaunting it all over Twitter, and OMG, I am SO jealous of her!  C’mon B&N…I got the email that it was shipping, let’s get this show on the road already, shall we? There are only two more mellow nights between now and the wedding, so let’s go! (Impatient? Me? NEVER….ok, maybe a little, right?)

The only other thing I have going on these days is trying to find a way to best organize my time. I never seem to have enough of it.

Now that I have let the third job go, I am finding that I am under less stress, have more free time, and rather than working in the studio, I find that I want to PLAY! Does anyone besides me do Facebook games?

It’s not just for Facebook, anymore.

You know, I never really used to. I would sit back and just LAUGH at all these Farmville addicts. (Did y’all know that there is actually a town in NC called Farmville? No, really, there is!  I drove through it several times last year going back and forth to Pitt Memorial-now Vidant Medical Center.)  I was way too busy doing what ever to be playing games on FB.

And then I met Bejeweled Blitz while I was out in Dallas visiting my bestie from high school. And I dabbled a little. Then I dabbled a lot.  And I was told I could get a wad of free coins if I would simply try Zuma Blitz. So I did. And so it began. Bejeweled begat Zuma, Zuma begat some poker, blackjack, and slots. And then came Bubble Witch Saga, Diamond Dash, and OMG, did y’all know that there is a FB version of ANGRY BIRDS?

So now, when there is down time, we’ll grab a glass of wine and head out to the big monitor to pop some bubbles, bust some balls or take out sets of three or more jewels.

So that’s life in my little corner of the world, this week, LOL…

Till Next Time…

And don’t forget to follow me on Facebook!

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About Julie the Workaholic

Mom of three (grown) sons and one (grown) step-daughter, wife of one, friend of many, and owned by seven 4-legged critters, writer, photographer, friend, huge fan of life, and most of all, lover of all things beautiful .….Getting healthy, and hoping to make a dent in the world in a most positive way! (And then there's my alter-ego, the Workaholic, who is me, just unfiltered.)
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8 Responses to Random Ramblings from the Workaholic

  1. My husband quit around the same time as you did. I quit 5 years ago. I got all weepy and cried about everything for two months hope that is not happening to you. Also got sick a lot, my husband is going through that now, Tonsillitus and flu for the first time since he was a teen. Seems the nicotine was killing the germs.

    • Oh, that’s comforting, Vivian! 😉 All the happier I’ve quit! Yes, I’ve been quite the moody thing lately (although, I think Johnny would have a different word for it). That and I have noticed that food is freaking AMAZING! No wonder people put on weight! I have done relatively well…I drop some, gain it back, drop some, gain it back, gain some more, lose it…but I stay right about where I started. I think the gym is in my future starting next week. 🙂 I wish my hubs would quit! So glad you stopped by! Don’t be a stranger, ok?

  2. Okay, I’m sorry I was mean, especially with you being all withdrawaly and nicotine-less and all. What was I thinking? I could have been killed!

    Seriously though, that is AWESOME! Congratulations on your impressive progress and PLEASE send me some spare boob in the mail. You can borrow my small shirts anytime. 🙂

    • LOL!!! I absolutely will… “Hey, doc? Can you jar up some of that excess boobage there, so I can send it to my friend?”

      Then you’d be “Old Dog, Old Tits, But New To Me.” Or simply, “Old Dog, Used Tits.” LMAO!!!!

  3. Susan D. says:

    So proud of you for kicking the cigs!

    My copy of the book was waiting for me when I got home yesterday. It should have come with adult diapers since it is so funny from the start that I was about to wet the sofa before the end of the introduction.

    Maybe now that you have one less job we can drag you over to the Book Club.

    Good luck with the ta-tas! Tell them to keep the extra in a jar for you. You know, like some people do with their tonsils? I think my brother might actually still have his appendix. The Bloggess would probably love to hear that you keep them on your mantel.

  4. Hey, who introduced you to the nectar that is that Giant Cock??

    Knock-Knock Motherfucker…

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