I’m sitting here with goo in my hair, waiting until the timer goes off so I can shower and get started doing scads of things. 

Well, not really scads.  I have one more gift to go out and buy, some more odds and ends to wrap, and stuff from the storage unit to unpack – after I empty the appropriate shelves and reorganize.  Plus some receipts to enter into the ‘puter.  And laundry – always laundry. . .

But what the heck.  We’re ready for Christmas, it’s going to be just us, the kids have a week off, hubby has three days, and if we never get out of our pajamas, it’s no big deal.

So, I had the annual mammogram today, all the way back up in Montclair.  Dropped off some boxes at the friend next door (back when next door was in Bloomfield).  She’s got her house on the market now, too, so I offered to restock her moving box supply as I unpacked.  It was kind of funny looking at the old house and not feeling nostalgic or negative.  I think that selling it to people we liked and doing a letting-go ritual before moving helped a lot.  I poked around some shops for a bit, then hit the Korean market in Ridgefield Park before heading home.  Had to stock up – I haven’t found a place in Toms River yet that sells stuff like really good baby bok choy or Choripdong roasted laver.  I might not, ever.

By the time I got home, I was wiped.  Napped for a couple of hours, started planning the list of errands for tomorrow, and hubby suggested hitting the yoga class at 7:15.  It worked out well – not only did I get out and exercise, but I also knocked one errand off the list by hitting the KMart by the gym.  Grandma and Grandpa will be getting hand painted mugs from the girls again this year (they asked for them).

Now, it’s a funny thing about yoga at a fitness place.  You don’t hear the names of the poses, and certainly don’t hear them being called asanas.  Some of them don’t even seem very yoga-like.  It’s nice to stretch and relax and all, but it’s missing the component I always liked at yoga studios, the real mind-body connectedness.  So I brought the yoga mat into the house with me, and I guess I’ll be taking advantage of the extra floor space in the bedroom to do a little more spiritual exercise as well.

And here I thought it was me.

Actually, I’ve been off doing stuff all day (or even home doing stuff) and none of it has been blogging.

Went to the gym, went to get a manicure, did the food shopping.  Cleaned up after the dog and cats and the family, made or attempted many phone calls (doctor’s office had a busy signal all day.  I hope I can get through tomorrow!)

What took a bit of time (when I should have been doing other stuff) was trying to make sims for Mod The Sims2 to demonstrate what I was looking for in an “Asian Sims” contest.  First, it took me ages last night to find appropriate photos, and I ended up with only Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Filipino, and Indian faces.  People were trying to simplify what “Asian” looked like, some others took offense at that, and eveyone was jumping all over each other, so I thought that taking real faces from different countries would show what variety existed under the term “Asian”, and also give people a challenge that would show what the point was – that creating certain facial types is difficult using the software provided in the game.  Just to get the ball rolling, I made my Korean woman and man.  I think I came relatively close without using custom content (except for my own.)

Whaddaya think?

Tomorrow I’m all over the place.  Hopefully, I won’t have any “interesting” stories to tell.