About the blog...I don't know what in the hail is going on with this piece of 'ish. The other day only a select few could post comments, Wednesday with the giveaway the first 3 links wouldn't work. I'm so confused. I've posted on forums for blogger, I've googled for answers, I've tried to contact people...I'm at a loss. Everything is set to default for Blogger, I have it all the same as the other blog. I'm convinced it's possessed. So, I apologize for any inconvenience there has been with this bowl of crap, but....hopefully you'll stay with me. haha.
So, I'm over it. This flucking snow is getting on my last nerve. I know, I know...everyone is bitching about it and you're so over hearing about it. But I'm really over it...here's why....our electric bill last month was $360. So....electric heat is no longer existent in our house. Our heat stays off all day. The only time we turn it on is upstairs, about 30 minutes before we go to bed, then we turn it off and turn on our little ceramic heater for the rest of the night. It's literally 46º downstairs when I get up in the morning. We open the blinds and let the sun shine all afternoon which brings it up to about 60º, but as soon as that sun goes down it starts dropping.
I get home and change into a pair of leggings under my sweatpants. Then I put on a tank top, a long sleeved shirt, and a sweatshirt. Bring out the knee high socks and the boot slippers and add a scully and BOOM! That's my evening wear.
Sexy, huh?!? Can you blame Mike for wanting to constantly jump my bones? Ha! Yeah, right.
So, on days when I don't have work, when I wake up in the morning and come downstairs, where it's 46º, I get under my down blanket and turn on the tv. Where I stay.....until it's time to eat. I make breakfast then i go back under the blanket. Where I stay until lunch. Make lunch, then back under that comfy blanket. Until dinner....................you get it?
So, needless to say, I'm over this frickin weather because not only am I freezing, but I'm lazy, and fat. I'm too cold to pee when I have to go, let alone get out from under those warm blankies and work out!!
So God, please hear my plea. I'm ready for this body to get in check. So, please start warming up before I end up on that "My 600 Pound Life" show.