After I stepped on the scale this morning I felt motivated. Motivated to what, you might ask? Walk the dogs. I took the mongrel and the mongrelette for a walk. They enjoyed it and Rascal is now pretending that she's tired. I know she wasn't tired while we were walking. That dog could walk for hours with a doggy backpack and never slow down. It's Scoundrel I worry about. He gets tired so quickly and he wanted to pee and poop on everything. I'm glad he listens when I tell him no. The marking everything isn't so bad, but I don't want him leaving pitbull sized turds all over my neighbor's yards.
I am making breakfast right now. Letting the onions cook as I type. Then I'm going to throw in half the stuff I have in the house with some spinach and green beans. It will probably serve as the base for our breakfast for the next few days. We're limited to whatever we have in the house due to being in the hole after paying all our bills. Well, at least until Thursday. I am thinking of putting $125 onto a gift card a week to serve as our weekly food budget. This would include, of course, drinks (read water) and stuff for work. I try and bring my lunch everyday, and other than having nothing to bring the other day I have done very well.
I have a vacation coming up, and it's probably going to be filled with cooking and writing. I've been feeling inspired. For reasons unknown, every time I read any feminist literature I am driven to write my novel. I think it's because I am writing my own female power fantasy. I can already hear the critics now... oh well.
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