Numbers

I'm definitely a numbers person. It's usually centered around money, but I've been thinking this week and there are a lot of significant numbers lately.

29. That would be my age. My birthday was April 5. I'm not sure if next year will seem more "important" or anything seeing that I'm leaving a decade, but this one sure wasn't that impressive. We were at my parents' house. We had to go to a memorial service on Saturday night and then Matt and I went to eat, shopped at Wal-Mart, and hit the casino for a few minutes (see numbers 40 and 30 later) before we went to see my dad play in the band for awhile. Matt had to leave Sunday to get back to work for Monday. I was sad that he didn't stay for my birthday, but there's not a whole lot we can do if we want money coming in. My sister-in-law made AMAZING chocolate cakes which made me really wish I wasn't on a diet. I restrained myself to a piece on Sunday and then a half piece on Monday. I could have probably eaten both 9x13 pans of it and still wanted more.

40. The amount of money we lost at the casino.

30. The time in minutes that it took us to lose said $40. Not a great night for gambling. I'm almost proud of myself, though, as we had another $20 that we brought in as the amount we would be willing to lose. Since we were never up more than a quarter at a time, we decided to cut our losses early.

5. The number of Spanish classes I have left before my final exam. Yikes! I really really really hope I get an A or B in the class, because then I get my degree! I took my oral final exam today and she (the conversational Spanish professor, unfortunately she isn't the professor for the class and doesn't give me my grade) said that I was the best in the class and got a perfect score! Talk about an ego boost.

15. The number of days until we go to Europe. GULP. I don't have anything packed, my house is a disaster, and I still need to shop a bit to figure out what I'm going to wear. I was really hoping to lose a bit more weight before leaving, but I suppose if I really wanted to do that, I would have had the willpower to avoid the pizza, nachos, cake, pie, and various other "bad" things I inhaled last week.

17. The number of pounds I've lost so far. Being the instant gratification person I am, it doesn't seem significant enough, but I'm still very happy that my jeans are looser and I'm feeling much better. Now I just have to get back on track with taking my vitamins and eating (or drinking rather) at regular intervals. 17 down, 82 to go...hmmm that doesn't have the ring to it I was hoping.

There are more numbers floating around in my head, but on this lovely day that my children are at school/sitter, I need to be getting errands run. I lost all day yesterday to a migraine and I now have a migraine hangover, but a mother's work is never done, I guess. Perhaps I will get better at blogging; maybe even adding some entries from our European vacation. I keep thinking that eventually I will have more time; or the perception of more time. Probably not, but it sure is a nice thought.