This is the 12 of 12, a photo blog invented by Chad Darnell in Los Angeles. The info is all here: http://chaddarnell.typepad.com/runchadrun2/12_of_12/index.html.
I started off this morning with a protein smoothie - grape juice, frozen strawberries, Spiru-tein and Green Vibrance. If I only had a banana, I would have been absolutely happy. As it was, it tasted pretty damn good.
I then did an ab workout with my newest toy, the Bender Ball. My abs were rocked. Holy shit. I will have abs of a goddess in no time!
I ran out of canned cat food. Worf has become so spoiled because due to the cat food poisonings, I have switched him solely to Fancy Feast, the McDonald's Happy Meal for cats. This morning, I had no cans, so he had to eat dry food. The look he gave his bowl was killer. He then looked at me like "What the fuck, Mom?" I did penance and after work picked up a few cans so he could have Fancy Feast for his dinner. Spoiled ROTTEN.
After such a disappointing breakfast, what better to do than nap! White sheets are Worf's cammo.
A typical Thursday. Met with my acting teacher, Penny, this time to discuss ideas for an article for the quarterly paper, "The Soul of the American Actor". This is the vile NYC staircase heading down as I leave her studio to go to work. I love how NYC buildings are so scummy in the stairwells. Total C.H.U.D. scenario. It's brilliant!
Heading down to the real haven of C.H.U.D., the NYC subway system. It always smells like sewage at this station and no wonder....the manholes to the sewer system are ON THE PLATFORM. Ick.
In the cafeteria with just a few minutes to spare before trudging off to the front lines. This is my drinking buddy, John. We go out and shoot tequila every couple of weeks on Fridays after work but have had bad luck coordinating the last couple of months. Tomorrow, perhaps?
Surfing for a vacation. My friend, Erin and I want to go to Cancun soon - or the Mayan Riviera, to be more precise. We're looking for a deal on an all-inclusive. I can't wait!!!!
This is my faux Louis Viutton bag. I don't even know if I'm spelling "Viutton" right since I care so much, but I keep getting so many compliments on this bag I had to include it in my 12. It's a great fake, down to the embossed lock on the front. If you look close, the red trim paint is flaking off the edges here and there. It's a great Chinatown bargain - now watch as the FBI drops in to confiscate it.
Me, very weary. I'm sure the gals blogging on the 12 understand how I feel right now. Bloated, tired, irritable and just get me the hell home to my bed. NOW.
Whitie is all squinty-eyed because I didn't leave his light on. He sniffs to make sure it's me and then gave me a rub.
All kinds of happy with my White Boy. He's ecstatic to have his turkey Fancy Feast.
BONUS PIC - HOT
My nightly dose of hot chocolate before bedtime. YUM! One of my friends told me that The Good Mood Diet recommends a cup of cocoa at bedtime. I don't know if it's the placebo effect, but it does seem to work. So it is definitely on the agenda. Thank the gods for air conditioning!
