Fat jokes and parties. The joke's on me.

Well, it's happened. I know I've gained weight over the past year or so. I worked out for a while and sometime in crazy October I stopped. But now I have new motivation to get back into the gym. Yesterday my well-intentioned neighbor asked me when I was due. I told him I was just fat. I hope he wasn't too embarassed. I mean, I was wearing big baggy sweat pants and a sweat shirt that has a big uni-pocket in the front. Of course I looked pregnant. It was, however, a gentle reminder that I need to pay attention to myself.

In other news, I spent the whole weekend cleaning up my house, and by cleaning I mean putting things away. Unfortunately, there's still a long way to go before the party on Saturday night. I also spent some time getting a tree, and the kids and I decorated it. Bob is not a christmas person so he hasn't been much help. And even though most of the Stuff in my house that needs to be put away somewhere is his, he hasn't done a whole lot to take care of it (mind you, he did do a little to help me over the weekend so he wasn't a total waste). On Saturday morning, I told him 20 people had already rsvp'd for the party and his eyes glazed over. He became overwhelmed and paralyzed. He lied down on the couch and took a 2 hour nap. As of this morning, his Stuff is still all over the place. This next Saturday afternoon I am planning to do something I haven't done in a very long time. I am going to dump it all into an empty box (maybe boxES). Except the computers and monitors. Those will be crammed somewhere in the garage. And if you come to the holiday party and see a coffee table in the backyard, that's because we don't have anywhere to put an extra coffee table that we don't need.

The other night I dreamt that Ani DiFranco had opened a water park/spa. It was a huge complex of water fun and relaxation. One area of the spa had a huge hot tub. I think I need to go there.