Madonna, Star Trek, and MirrorMask

Okay, REALLY needed to share this - this is one of my favorite "YouTube" offerings, found some time ago... In fact, I actually think Jeff found it. He also pointed out that the director, Guy Ritchie, is Madonna's husband. Didn't know that, myself. He just seems to know these things.

Just like he knows what's happening with the casting for the new Star Trek movie. We're long-time Star Trek fans - although if you're like me, you got a bit put off by years and years of the stilted, nobody-ever-gets-to-really-change writing of most of the series. I loved Deep Space Nine precisely because the characters got to change, they got to have a life.

So, Mr. Scott is going to be played by Simon Pegg, Mr. "Shaun of the Dead" himself. Tell me you don't want to see that characterization. Go on. Lie if you need to.

Jeff came into the kitchen a few minutes ago to tell me "Guess who's going to play Dr. McCoy. Go on, guess. You'll never get it in a million years."

I said I had no idea. Jeff got this gleeful look in his eyes and said, "Karl Urban".

Yup, that's right. Karl "Eomer" Urban. Karl "I-can-swing-a-sword-better-than-anybody" Urban.

It took me some time to get over that one. I'm willing to believe it, being a Karl Urban fan, but it's going to be a bit of a hard sell. I mean, talk about your serious sneakers to try and fill... We'll just have to see.

On the quick, how-the-heck-are-things front, today was okay. I got the stuff done at work that I had to get done. No one bugged me. I got out on time, came home and now I'm cooking dinner. Really, you can't ask for too much more than that. Tomorrow, I'm going to call the DMV to find out what I need to do to get my license back. This weekend, we're going to my new sister-in-law's baby shower, and it's looking like I'll be able to drive myself, ya-freakin'-hoo.

I think I'll celebrate by going to watch MirrorMask again...

Another great day at Weightwatchers

Note the bottle of Pepsi, prominently displayed on Fashion Chickie's bedside table. Guess this was before the days when advertisers got caught in bald-faced lies: "Yup, we guarantee it - drink a Pepsi a day and you too can look like Anorexia Girl here..."

So, I have my Weightwatchers' meeting on Sunday mornings. I started in April (sorry, still working on transferring my blog, so you'd have to go HERE to go to my April 6th entry where I talked about joining Weightwatchers again.)

I started at 246 pounds, which means my 10% weight goal (the first big goal you have to get to) was 24 pounds. It took me freakin' MONTHS to lose this weight - first because I hurt my knee and couldn't exercise, then because I had a lot of problems with my own thinking, that kept me from losing the weight, and finally because I've been sick for several weeks, but today, after a lot of hard work and worrying, I FINALLY made my 10% weight goal, plus a bit more. I've now lost 26.8 pounds total, and I weigh 219.6. My goal is 120 pounds, so that's about 100lbs left to go.

Just to clarify, during the time I wasn't losing weight, I wasn't gaining it either - I just hung around the same weight for a really long time. The nice thing about that is that I've already proved to myself I can maintain my weight loss, when I DO lose the 100lbs.

It's a bit intimidating to say it out like that, 100 lbs, which is why I generally don't. I just think of it as 2 pounds a week, or thereabouts, which is a lot more palatable thought. So today, I got two awards - the 10% keychain, and the 25 pound award. This may sound cheezy, but they're actually pretty cool, because I can look at them to remind myself that I can do it, that I've already lost as much weight as most people need to lose, and that I can keep going all the way.

Today is laundry day. Gotta go be laundry girl.

Toodles!

Today I bite the bullet

And formally leave Yahoo 360 behind. It probably won't matter to anyone but me, but the look is cleaner, the blogging is much easier, and I have a lot more flexibility. Whatever.

I'm still a bit sick. Jeff's got it now, Elise is just finishing up the sniffles... It's amazing how nasty this was. I spent all last weekend in bed. I haven't been that sick since before I got pregnant, possibly even since I've known Jeff. Scary stuff.

My big news is that I finally went to traffic court and arranged to get my license back. The hold should be lifted sometime early next week, and I'll be able to go to the DMV and get my license reinstated.

Two years. I don't regret... well, that's not true. I DO really regret it, but I learned an awful lot of very important things about myself, my nature, human nature, and what I'm really capable of, in the time I've had to depend on other forms of transportation. I REALLY won't mind being able to go places evenings and weekends like I used to do, but I'll probably still take lightrail to and from work.

As for right now, I have to go take a shower. Elise and I are going grocery shopping on the lightrail - always tricky, but still rather fun, and you just can't blow the bank when you can't pile the bags into a car afterwards.

Tah!