Lazy

I'm in an extremely lazy mood today. Hubby and I just sat on our butts watching television last night. At one point he mentioned moving into the bedroom because he was so tired. To which I replied, "Let me get this straight. You are too tired to lay on the living room floor, so you'd like to move into the bedroom?"

And I thought I was lazy.

I pretty much spent the entire night watching the finale to The Biggest Loser. I love this show because it promotes healthy weight loss through diet and exercise. These people look fantastic. There was one man there who had essentially lost half of himself. 46+% of his body weight. From 401 pounds to about 200. Isn't that insane? Of course, the irony was that while getting all excited about these people's losses, I was sitting my fat ass on the couch watching it.

BTW, the reason why I thought these type of devices, Car Babys, were illegal in the UK: http://www.ofcom.org.uk/media/mofaq/rcomms/itrip/?a=87101

Well gotta go! Tons of work to do...hi, ho, hi, ho and all that.

Darn it!!!

As if I don't work enough!!! They have decided to get me another computer at work!!

I started giving my boss shit for it (just joking around), but I don't think she took it very well. Oh well.

Anyway it is a good thing. I'm so sick and tired of waiting for my reports to finish, twiddling my thumbs, staring at the clock.

I had to work until 8 p.m. yesterday. Special project. It's sucked big time.

I know, not very exciting today. Just catching up to some relaxation after last night. Plus I'm a little concerned that my boss may not be all that happy with me. I think she is but I'm so paranoid.

Hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving.

Oh by the way, that damned Car Baby is illegal in the UK (I beleive). Here's a link if you are interested in what it is. http://store.yahoo.com/4onlinevalues/carbaby.html

National Transportation Safety Board Statistics

The National Transportation Safety Board recently divulged they had covertly funded a project with the U.S. auto makers for the past 5 years, whereby the auto makers were installing black box voice recorders in four-wheel drive pickup trucks and SUV's in an effort to determine in fatal accidents, the circumstances in the last 15 seconds before the crash.

They were surprised to find in 41 of the 50 states the recorded last words of drivers in 61.2 percent of fatal crashes were, "Oh S**t !"

Only the states of South Carolina, Virginia, Tennessee, Louisiana, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Alabama, Georgia, and Texas were different, where 89.3 percent of the final words were: "Hold my beer, I'm gonna try somethin."

Do I Have To Go Back?!?!

I don't wanna go back to work today!!! Can't I just work from home??

Ugh!!! Of course, it doesn't help that I don't feel well again. It's not too bad, it's just that I feel the need to pee like every twenty minutes. Bleh!!!! If this doesn't stop soon, I'll have to schedule an appt with the doc.

Also, I got this acne medication that cleared up my skin from acne, but gave me funny little bumps that look like I got a sunburn and my skin has bubbled up....on my face. On my freakin face!!! Ugh!!!! It better not stay this way.

But oher than that I just really don't feel like goin back to work. Or even getting up. I would prefer just to sleep in. My hubby needs to start makin the bucks. LOL.

Have a good Monday everyone.

Hermit

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Today I just feel like a hermit. I just want to snuggle with my animals and watch tv all day. But alas, I have things to do. Boring stuff like laundry and cleaning house. Plus I'm supposed to go out with my mother and grandmother for lunch. I do love them so, but as I said, I just want to be a hermit today. Bleh!!

I do feel better. Just tired.

Well talk atcha later!!

Watch Out, Mama's on a Roll!!!

So thus far today, I have cancelled my non-working Micr-sucks email account and my newpaper subscription. I have been meaning to cancel these forever. Couldn't find phone numbers or time. However, joy oh joy, I was checking my bank statement and lo and behold there were actual customer service numbers associated with the billing lines.

So I called both of those bitches up and ended our relationship. Micro-sucks of course had to make a big deal out of it, "What did I do wrong?" he kept asking me. I had to reply, "I just don't feel like I'm getting as much as I'm giving. Sorry, the flame has died."

The newspaper was much nicer. He simply said, "I understand, but keep me in mind for weekends!"

Whew!!

I also finally called for hubby's eyeglass appointment. I found out our vision coverage is actually quite decent. So he's scheduled in one week!! Yay!!!

Hmmm, now what else can I do? I need to go kick some ass on a rappy product I just bought. It's called the Car Baby. Now I know why...it's fussier than hell, and only works in ways you don't need it to. But I checked the receipt today and it said "No refunds." WTH?!?! How do merchants get away with that?

So I'm gonna go down there and kick some ass. If he refused to refund my money for that crappy product I'm going to call the manufacturer. And then BBB. Three of us tried to get that damn thing to work. SOAB!!!

Anyway, I've been watching too much Style network lately. I'm going to go shower and pretty myself up, then ask three people to devastatingly tell me how it is with my funky fashion sense.

Ta, ta!!

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

This will be brief as I don't feel very well.

We had a good Thanksgiving (still having it actually.) Bluebert came over and helped me cook my first full Thanksgiving dinner. Did the turkey, homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry, and biscuits. It actually turned out very well. Everything came out perfect!!!

I was so worried, because it was my first Thanksgiving doing a turkey. But my boss gave me a recipe and it turned out very well!

As for myself though, I haven't been feeling well lately. I think it may be due in part to the REALLY BAD pollution we've had. I have a horrendous headache right now. And just feel uncomfortable in general. I took some clariton and that did make me feel better. However this headache has been hanging on. I took a few ibprofen and hopefully I'll be feeling much better soon.

Well I hope everyone else had a great Turkey Day!!!

Hmmm, before I leave I should probably write what I'm thankful for. Seems only appropriate:

I am thankful for:
1) Great friends
2) Great family
3) Great hubby
4) The health and happiness of those I love
5) That my Thanksgiving dinner turned out good
6) My job
7) My house and abundant food
8) My freedom
9) Hopefully my feeling better soon ;-)

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Busy Weekend...Kind Of

As of Friday afternoon, I started my vacation. Well only really started it because if I don't take it before Jan then I would lose it.

I didn't get laid off. I did know a few, but not any close friends got laid off. I did have one friend that was offered a demotion with the same pay, but she can't decide if she wants to take it or not.

Friday night we went to see Hairy Pooter. Actually it was pretty good. I think it was the best out of all the films shown thus far.

Saturday I went to WW (Don't even ask. Yes I lost but my overall loss has been pretty discouraging.) Then went over to a friends for her daughter's b-day party. What is wrong with teenagers today? She looks 18, not 14!!! Not that she was scantily clad, just well developed! Jeesh!!

Sunday was spent lazing around and getting turkey. Got a nice little 10 pounder. This will be my first year actually attempting to make a whole turkey. Hopefully I don't burn the house down.

Well I have to go. Have to catch up on all the lazing around I've missed out on since starting to write this entry.

Happy Thanksgiving Folks!!!

How does He do that?

Okay, I am talking the proverbial 'He'. 'He' could be a 'She'. Well rather an 'It.' But I digress...

This day was turning out so shitty. On top of everything else, I had called my friend K and she told me things were tight. Like, "I need $2000 or I'm going to lose my house" tight.

I was so worried for her. But hubby and I discussed it and we were going to try our damned hardest to help her out. She really has been a good friend, and we couldn't allow her to lose her house.

She has a car for sale, so I called her tonight and probed her about it. I was thinking maybe we could help her out with detailing and advertising it. But she's been doing that for about two months now to no avail.

Shit!!!

So she just called me back and Allah/God/Jehovah/Almighty Being be praised...her old boyfriend (who kinda got her in this spot in the first place) just received an inheritance and decided to give her back the entire $3k he owes her!!

I'm so psyched!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh...and I'm not fired. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Must be the full moon!!

What a freakin day!!!!

This morning I wake up and take my morning shower and BAM!!! I turn around and start to fall. I grasped the curtain (yeah, like that's gonna help), but kept on falling. My life flashed before my eyes. Well, not really. More like, "Oh shit, what an embarassing way to go!" flashed through my head as I continued my decent. Thankfully my enormous boobs broke my fall. The entire curtain fell down around me and the shower was spraying over my limp body. I felt like a Psycho scene reject. I heard the words, "Are you okay?!" yelled out. And I immediately replied that I was before the horror continued and my rommate burst in to see my flabby body covering the side of the tub.

But, wait, it doesn't stop there....

Hubby dropped me off at Circle K to meet up with Missy, my morning ride into work. I said my goodbyes and hellos and got into the her car. Rrrrriiiippppp!! Oh geez. My pants. My pants ripped in the most precarious of positions. From my front to back. Ugh!!! We quickly drove over to KMart (you know, the store with the utmost famous designer wear, yeah, that was sarcasm) to get a new outfit. Of course, the sizes there are miniscule, yet long. Joy!! Finally found an outfit and got into work.

Oh, but wait, it doesn't stop there...

Jump on the elevator and find out they're doing massive layoffs today.

WTF?!?!

No I didn't get laid off. Well yet. Rumor has it that they're done for the day in our department. But we'll all be on edge for quite some time to come.

When will this day end?!?!

Thank God I have vacation next week.

Thank you for your support.

Thank you to everyone for all of your moral support. I stepped on the scale today (I'm such an addict) and lost again!!! Yay!! It's finally working!!

Hippo - You're a Bush fan?!?! Shocking!!! I must admit I'm a liberal...not hard core, but still leaning more left than right. (That's right, isn't it?)

Anyway, had a fabulous night last night. Missy M and I went shopping. She has been wanting to stop off at the Tall Girl's shop across the street from my house. So we finally stopped in.

Of course, upon entering I feel like rushing up to the clerks and stating, "Okay, I realize I'm short and squat but as you can plainly see, I'm with my friend who meets your requirements for 'tall'. I hold no assumptions that I'm tall in any way. I'll just sit in the back and akwardly look at clothes declaring every once in awhile, '(sigh) I wish I was a slim Jolly Green Giant then I could wear these beautiful clothes."

I always feel so self-conscience when entering upscale boutiques. The only thing I can liken it to is Pretty Woman. I always want to go back loaded with Wal-Mart bags and tell the clerks, "You work on commission, right? Big mistake, big, humongous!" and walk away.

After that we went to My Sisters Closet. It's a wonderful second hand store (stores like that you DO NOT call thrift) that has gently worn designer name clothes.

We browsed the racks for awhile in search of the elusive 'big' sizes and finally found a few areas we could browse. I picked a couple of sweaters and shirts. However when I went to go try them on, they were a tad to short (and showed my bulky bits).

I decided on two sweaters (which my hubby declares are "men's sweaters", but I don't care because I love large comfy clothes) and Missy got a pullover. At one point while I was checking out she grabbed a pair of sunglasses and asked the clerk, "Are all the sunglasses on the rack $14.99?" "Yes, all of them." responded the clerk. So she put the pair on the counter to purchase, then the clerk looked at her and said, "That'll be $35.99, please."

Missy and I looked at eachother in that way, then Missy replied, "Uh, thanks but no thanks." and we walked out. Then bitched for the next five minutes about how if you're going to put a sign that says "Sunglasses $14.99" on a rack, then it should apply to ALL of the freakin sunglasses. I bet they snicker some innocent purchasers with that tactic.

All in all it was a lovely day. Afterwards, I went home and made chili with cornbread (no, not from scratch, what do I look like? Martha?) and some Diet Coke cupcakes. (Just take one package of cake mix and stir in 10 ounces of Diet Coke, it's makes for a scrumptious low-cal dessert and tastes the same as if you made it with eggs and oil.)

Then I forced the men to sit down and have a decent dinner. "Uh, no TV trays tonight!!! Set the 'TABLE'. You do remember that peice of furniture don't you? I beleive it's buried under some books and my laptop in the living room. Just keep on walking and when you bump into something on your way to the front door, you'll know it's the table."

They actually talked much longer than I thought they would. I was shocked!! So all in all, it was a nice night. I think I'm going to make lasagna tonight.

Failure

Got this one from Danius Maximus. I couldn't resist posting it in my blog.

Go to google, type in "failure" and look at the first thing in search results. Shocking!!

Remind me never to eat at Applebee's again...

So hubby and I went to Applebee's with Bluebert last night. (Poor Bluebert has come down with a cold. Everytime she coughed, I felt such sorrow for her. Poor thing.)

First we ordered potato skins for an appetizer. Now if you know Applebee's, you'll know that appetizers and drinks are their specialty. So they should have been good. However they were lukewarm at best. I figured, no problem, my meals a comin'.

I got a Weight Watchers meal to watch my calories. It was teriyaki steak skewers with rice and vegatables. At least the rice and vegetables were good, but those steak skewers were deplorable!!! They had all kinds of fat on them. I think I got the bits they trim off from the other GOOD steaks they serve the people who don't give a shit about calories too. It wasn't bad, but it certainly wasn't worth the $11 I paid for it.

A bit of good news today!! I actually lost some poundage. I can't help it. I just just stand up in front of a room full of people and declare, "Hi, my name is Onyx, and I'm a scale-aholic." I can't help myself. Every morning, before I eat, with only a shirt on panties on (stop it, you perv!) I step tentatively on the scale, ensuring that it is perfectly balanced on one saltillo tile. Thinking to myself, "God, I feel like a heifer," this thought is a must because I know my body. If I think, "I think I've lost some weight," it means I've definately gained. Then I look at the readout and try to determine if this is a loss or a gain from the day before.

And today was a loss of about a pound!! Yay!!! Only a few left to go until I hit below the 200 mark. I know, sounds ginormous, doesn't it? I think I'll throw myself a little party for when I get below 200. Then my next step is under 185. Why? you ask? (Yeah, I know you really didn't but tough shit because I'm going to tell you anyway.)

Years ago, upon visiting my doctor, he calculated my weight and uttered the words I feared the most. "You're clinically obese." Obese?! Obese?! Not even obtuse, or fluffy, or big-boned? Obese?!

Even the word itself is disgusting. Overweight I could live with, but freakin OBESE?!

After that I decided to go out and do a little calculation on what it would take to be not-obese. 185. That was my marker. 185 to be acceptable to society again. 185 to not feel like a hippo (a literal one, not the blog variety.) 185 to feel somewhat normal again and just another normal statistic in the news.

I don't mind being overweight. I think those statistics are skewed anyway. Everyone is different. My goal is to be 145. Long term though. I was 155 when I got married and I think I was a cutie-pie. I felt like a heifer back then. But after registering over the 200 mark, 155 would be a dream!!

So wanna know what a 200 pound girl looks like??

Yeah, not too bad. Actually this was probably a bit over 200.

But to be at the glorious "not obese" mark will definately be cause for celebration. I'll post pics of my journey to un-obesedom.

I am not in a good mood

This diet is aggravating me. I have been staying on plan faithfully and the weight is STILL not coming off. I tried to make a promise to myself that I would not step on the scale, but I can't even do that!! I gained .2 pounds since yesterday!! No ryhme or reason. Lord knows I stayed faithful to my diet. I may give this another two weeks before I go talk to my doctor. Not losing weight while dieting is really getting to me psychologically.

Aside from that, I think I may have a slight bit of depression. Not sure if it's the weight or just the mundaneness of life during the week. All I seem to be is everyone's keeper.

I go through these periods. Especially during the holidays. I feel like a freakin hamster on a spinning wheel...wake up, go to work, go home, watch tv, clean the house, go to sleep, repeat...

I'm not sure what I need to do to kick myself out of this. I'll probably feel better in the afternoon.

I'm sure part of it is work. I asked someone for information to do a report and they were not in the least bit helpful. As a matter of fact they gave me the wrong information source to run the report and I came out looking like an ass!! Is it too much to ask for the same amount of support I give others?

In my frustration I haven't visited family at all. I need to visit some grandmothers. I need to visit my mother. I should write my father. But at the end of the day, I just want to mope. I sit on the couch and watch television while my husband plays games on the computer. (sigh)

I'm sure I'll get over this. Especially if I can lose some weight. Perhaps because of my slowed metabolism I should decrease my calories? I dunno.

Sorry for the bummer post, but with the lack of comments anyway, I'm sure no one is actually reading this. I can understand. It's a busy time of year.

Perhaps I'll post later when I feel better.

Hetro/Metro/Homo/Bi...it's all the same to me!!

Something Euro said started my memory about something on Saturday night.

So we went this this great little coffee shop near our house. It was open mike night and there was a TON of guys there. But they all had great spikey hair and incredible fashion taste.

Funny thing is we went there to meet a freind who I admitted I thought was gay until I learned he had a girlfriend. Even he admits that all the girls think he is gay until they get to know him. Met his faternal twin that night....and once again, I thought he was definately flamboyantly gay. Nope...just a really nice straight guy.

So I started thinking about all the guys there and the new move towards "Metrosexuals". These are guys who dress and look like gay guys, but are incredibly straight. Now thank god, I'm married!! I would be in so much trouble if I wasn't. There could have been skads of straight guys there, but I'd never know because these "metros" are confusing the game. Sure they look great. but do I really want a guy who dresses more fashionably than me??

My poor single friends, they'll never score a guy in fear that none are available. I have no problem with these guys looking the way they do, but for God's sake, please wear some indication that says you're available to the opposite sex. Like a stain, or a union card or something.

Another Weekend Come and Gone!!

*yawn* and another week at work has started. At least I have next week off. I can't wait!!!

So Saturday morning I went to Weight Watchers. Gained half a pound, which I was slightly surprised at. Worked my butt off exercising (apparently not literally). But I have noticed this always happens when I start exercising. I gain. Bleh!!!

So this week, I'm dedicated to eating less and also exercising less. Maybe every other day as opposed to every day.

Saturday night we went to go watch a friend sing at a local coffee shop. The coffee shop itself is definately the best in the neighborhood. We watched a lot of good singers and hung around outside discussing various topics. I'm sure I bored hubby and friend by discussing work. You know...random mumblings about the local kiss-asses and nepotisim that happens at any company.

Then we headed to 5 & Diner to talk some more. We were there until 1 am!!! I couldn't believe it!!! But I was so glad hubby got along with my friends. We even set a tentative date to play board games, such as Scrabble!! Yay!!!!

Sunday was spent pretty much lazing around. The house looks much better, but I wish I had gotten around to cleaning the bathroom. Not one of my favorite chores. The roommate finished the front yard. Looks great!!

Oh, and I guess we decided to stay at our house for another year. We have a penalty fee if we pay off the mortgage before then so hubby and I decided it would be in our best interests to stay a little while longer.

Not a very fun entry, I know, but it's only 8 a.m. and I'm still tired, therefore extremely boring.

Take care all!!

My Life Score

I don't know how accurate it is...but hey, why not?

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.4
Mind:	7.5
Body:	5.5
Spirit:	6.8
Friends/Family:	6.3
Love:	9.1
Finance:	7.6
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Wonderful Birthday

Thanks guys for all the well wishes!!!!

Yesterday was a really good day.

First when I came into to work, my cubicle was all decorated and my friend, Missy M, had gotten me McDonalds for breakfast. Around 10 a.m. my boss and Missy M came round and gave me a couple of cards and a nice sweater.

11:30 we went out for Lenny's burgers. There were about 6 of us. Much fun ensued!!

Went home about 4 p.m. Hubby came home around 5:30 p.m. and gave me an obsidian etching he made at work just for me. On it was a rose and the words, "I love you. Happy birthday, Onyx". He's such a sweetie.

He offerred to go get us food, but I wasn't hungry. I did step aerobics for about 40 minutes and exercised a little (because of McDonalds and Lenny's burgers), then crashed on the couch with hubby to watch The Apprentice. (I can't believe these are supposedly the best Trump has to choose from in the U.S.)

Went to sleep around 9:30 p.m. I was freakin exhausted. But it was such a lovely day!!!

However this weekend will be even busier:
Saturday - Weight Watchers, take car into dealership for myriad of stuff
Sunday - lunch with mom and grandma
Somewhere in there, take out bulk trash and clean house. Ugh!!

Anyway, thank you everyone!!

Onyx Needs...

Name of the game is: google your real name with "needs" and see what comes back. Here's mine:

Onyx Needs
1. Onyx needs a flu shot - like really really needs a flu shot.
2. Double Periods/Irregular Menstration, Onyx Needs Help!!!
3. Onyx needs to either wake up or start getting some extra will-power
4. Onyx needs to examine her motives
5. Onyx needs a drug-dealer's testimony to free a teenager wrongfully accused
6. Onyx needs a new pair of shoes From Google's lips to my credit card's ears.
7. Onyx needs to mend her ways8. Onyx Needs a New Name.
9. Onyx needs to get another facial expression for deep ponderance
10. Onyx's not a millionaire, but she needs to raise millions of dollars.

Well it finally happened...

I turned three-oh. Thirty. Today is the day. Although, I wasn't officially born until around 1:30 p.m. So I guess I'm not thirty yet.

All this week I was trying to figure out what thirty meant to me. And you know what? I'm actually looking forward to it.

It seems to me that always in the past, I looked forward to my thirties. People in their thirties still seemed young, yet settled in their careers, had time and money to go out and have fun, started really living life.

My teen years were obsessed with finishing high school, twenties finishing college, now I really get the time to live it up!! Hubby and are going to purchase our first house in which we're not settling for less. A house we really love. We have a new car. Going to start having children. I AM going to lose this weight.

I think my thirties will become a period to me in which I really try to find myself. Figure out who I want to be and start cultivating relationships a little better.

So I suppose this is the point in which I lay down the goals I want by age forty. Here it goes:

1. Have at least one child.
2. Paid off student loans.
3. Spent more time with family and friends.
4. Have a really nice house that hubby and I can relax in.
5. Decide what I want out of my career.
6. Visit another country.
7. Vote.

I suppose that's enough for right now.

I came into work to this today.

My freind Missy M did it. She's so wonderful!!

Idiots

I couldn't figure out what to write today. A lot of things have been going through my mind lately (the fact that this darn weight is so hard to take off, my 30th birthday is just around the corner, how freakin young Danius looks, how I should called my friends), but none of that would really come out to a good posting (at least not for me.) So, I figured I'd talk about hubby's idiot friend, Spaz.

I think I referred to him by another name in one of my previous postings, but darn if I can remember what it was. This is the guy who always seems to just glide through life. He's always asking us for money. And...well...I guess his time has come.

Let me give you some background on this guy first.

Spaz is the type of guy that will only come over to borrow money or other goods from ya. When his life is doing good, you never hear from him. But when life is rteating him bad, he's over all the freakin time.

Spaz has a few bad habits. Most illegal. And his bad habits just keep getting worse, so we haven't been to happy lately when he stops by. With my luck, he'll be under surveillance and BAM! they bust him when he's at our house and bust us by association.

We pretty much cut off the relationship about a month ago when all respect was lost. He started getting involved in some scrupulous activities because he was gambling away all of his money. He kept on promising to stop, but it never happened. He kept coming over on the weekends (and weekdays) to borrow some money and then we wouldn't see him for a few weeks, when he'd come back apologizing but yet again asking for more money.

On top of that, he started missing a lot of work. Of course, he'd always come by explaining that he had back problems and couldn't go to work because he was in so much pain, but he could jump our back wall just fine. It is always something with him. But amazingly enough he was like a cat, always landed on his feet.

When his job realized he was missing a lot of time consistently they fired him. He fought back and said they should have offerred him counseling because of his gambling problem. The fucker actually got offerred his job back, and then promptly quit. Now he has a lawyer on retainer and plans on suing the freakin company for firing him. (We kept on saying, "But Spaz...you quit. *coughdumbasscough*"

Last we had heard he had a new job offer, making more money, and still had plans to sue the previous company.

Thenn hubby got a call last week. It was Spaz. Apparently he had a small misdemeanor on his record from years back, so the other company retracted their offer. Since then he's been sitting on his butt waiting for the lawsuit to bring him in some mighty cash. I guess the state did help him out a bit (I'm not sure how he got that arranged), but I guess the funds are running out now because he said he's due to lose both apartment and car next week.

I guess karma finally caught up with him. In a way, I do feel bad for him. He's the Eddie Haskall of our group. He can be a really nice guy, but he can be a dick also. In a way I'm actually glad this happened to him. I hope he's really hit rock bottom and straightens out soon.

We'll see.

I finally made it!!!

Came into work this morning and sitting on the printer in a stack was my new nameplate. I finally made it!!!

After eleven months, I finally got my nameplate. Maybe this is a sign of good things to come? I haven't had a company make me a namplate since the year 2000. Since then I've had to cart around my old one from place to place. My last job only did printouts and pinned them to the cubicles.

Woohoo!!!!!!

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I have been so freakin tired the past two days. Last night I just went home, snuggled into my goosedown comforter and read my book until hubby came home. Then I reluctantly went to go get Chinese food and watched Hitch with him. (BTW, much better than it looked. Will Smith and his coactor were so freakin adorable!!!)

Then we crashed around 9:30 p.m. I don't feel too bad though, because I was able to do dishes last night. It wasn't a complete bust.

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BTW, did you know several celebrities keep online blogs? Just google "celebrity blogs" and you'll find a list of them. I think the best could possible be Jeff Bridges and, well I forget, but you get the idea.

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Well back to work. Have a good day all!!!

Never Should Have Watched That Damn Movie!!!!

So after watching Jarhead, we had an interesting conversation with the roomie about how a single person can affect the global issues in life, also how frustrating the simple questions in life can be.

I knew before watching that damn movie that I'd come out of it all reflective and philosophical. I just can't stop thinking about it and probably how idiotic some of the reviewers are about it. For the exact reason they don't like the movie is what makes it so great.

Anyway, I digress. As I have been all day with my many trains of thought on life in general. I start thinking about what I really want out of life, can I ever be truly happy, yada, yada.

I mean I do love my job. Can't complain about life in general. But I definately have slipped out of some moral and ethical standards I've set for myself. Well maybe not so much that, but small things (like talking to God on a regular basis) have stopped my daily routine and persona in general.

I have many things I want to do (such as starting my comic strip), but haven't really done them. I have many interests in life, but just haven't found the inspiration or time to follow through on them.

Needless to say, I'm a very frustrated and complicated kitty today. (sigh)

I think it's this time of year too. I always get so meldramtic around this time of year. I really need to start at least one inspirational goal in life. Like writing, drawing, something creative. I do have this blog, though. That helps.

Now if I could only be as brilliantly intelligent in written word as I am in my mental thoughts, I'd be good. Bleh!

Jarhead

I don't usually do movie write-ups, but feel the necessity to do so for this film.

The reason? I feel that what makes this film great, is the reason why most people won't like it.

Now remember, this is a film about Desert Storm. War of virtually no war. Most of our troops went over and did not really see any action. Mostly they babysat a bunch of oil wells.

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The reason that this movie is great is that when you leave the theater, you feel cheated. You think to yourself, "This is a war movie and as such there should be lots of gory violence and action going on. However, there was no action, and therefore this can not possibly be a good war movie."

Uh-uh my friends. That's the genius of it!! The whole point of the movie is the frustration of the main character in not being able to fire his gun. He's a sniper and he never got to use his skills. Imagine the frustration of actually going through all that training, actually going to war, and never being able to utilize those skills??

Anyway, for the most part this movie is about emotion and frustration. As with any movie about war, it's not the violence really that gets you, it's the mindfuck. Every soldier out there, once he gets into battle, he's completely fucked. Emotionally, mentally, psychologically. There's no way to avoid it.

I could never join the military, but have the utmost respect for those who do.

By the way, it's Veteran's Day this Friday. If you know anyone who was or is currently in the military, make sure to wish them a Happy Veteran's Day. And if you feel up to it, let them know how much you appreciate them putting their butts on the line for our freedoms and rights. Without them, we would be a completely different country.

Grown Up Things and Busy Weekend

Whew!!!! What a weekend so far!!!

Saturday morning went to WW. Lost weight actually, which is a good thing. Finally!!! Bluebert lost a massive amount. Not that she didn't look adorable before, but she's really looking great now!!

Then, hmmmm, need to recharge my memory, oh yeah! We went to breakfast at Chompies, rented some movies and kicked it at home. We looked at a few yard sales, but it was all pretty much crap!! We also did a tour of a house. It was funny because one said of the house looked updated, but they forgot to finish on the other side of the house. I had promptly fell in love with it, and then promptly fell out of love with it.

Today we went to breakfast (again) and then started out looking at yard sales, and ended up looking at houses again. We saw some really nice ones in a great neighborhood that might JUST be within our price range. Hopefully come January we can get everything in order and get a really nice house.

Roommate is doing much better. He started cleaning up the front yard. The place is really starting to look nice. I'm focusing in on the inside. Bulk trash comes this week, so I think I'll be able to get rid of a lot of stuff. I really need to get rid of a lot of crap in the house.

I was supposed to go to a ballgame today, but I think I'm going to duck out to clean house. I'll go next weekend. This house drives me nuts. It seems like no matter how much I clean, it still gets dirty immediately. Ugh!!!!

Well I'm off!! I have laundry and dishes and trash to take care of.

BTW, Wonder Woman, you crack me up. How about "I will not consider badmouthing my body out of spite for the ungrateful wench that she is." Will that work?? LOL.

Other Girl Gone Wild!!

My buddy from work. Oddly enough no pics of hubby. Guess he didn't give as good of a pic as us! ;-)

Elvis Sighting!!

Euro, Here is a pic of my friend from Saturday's party. He makes a good Elvis, yeah?

Rude People and Guilt

So I call up my dentist the other day to cancel hubby and I's appointment. Hubby just started a new job and we still haven't received his last paycheck from the old company, so therefore no time or money for dental appointment (because my dental insurance is crap and it cost, just for me, $160 for a basic cleaning!)

Well I wanted to make sure I called a few days in advance because last time, I waited until they called me the day before to cancel. Last time, she said, "Please give us advance warning next time so we can fill the slot."

So being the good doobie that I am, I cancelled our Wednesday appointment on Monday. (Three days is more than enough time for this supremo el dentisto to fill those spots.) So I tentatively call.

Dentist Receptionist: "(So and so's) office. How may I help you?"

Me: "Hey, (so and so's receptionist)! I hate to do this, but hubby just got a new job and I have to cancel both our appointments."

DR: "Both? (Bigh sigh) Okay, fine. Do you want to rechedule?"

Now I've been on good terms with this person for at least two years. No, "wow congrats to hubby!" or even a "thanks for giving us the notice I asked for last time." F***'in Beyotch!!

So I really have been stewing over this for the past few days. I even know diet buddies who avoid the doctor because everytime they go in the doctor makes a big deal out of how much weight they need to lose. (And quite frankly 9 times out of 10 that doctors got a little to lose, know what I mean?)

I hate feeling this way. That's why I procrastinate. I can just imagine how the person is going to react and I know they're going to think badly of me. I would rather be cut and get stitches than have to go through all that.

Why?

I think it all stems from my father, and I don't take the "It's all my parents fault" thing lightly. Most people just make excuses. I realize I have an issue, it is my fault for feeding into it, I'm working on correcting it, but hell be damned, it IS my father's lack of attention that made me this way.

My father is one who never says he's proud of you, but is quick to criticize if you don't meet expectations. I remember some of my father's old gems:

"Women don't lose weight because they don't have the willpower!"

"Onyx, you're a woman. Use that in business. I mean, you don't have to go overboard but use you're feminine wiles to your advantage."

"You just need to raise enough money to take care of rent and expenses for a few months, and I'll give you a new store." (After I spent thousands of dollars on my college education without any of his help. I'll be damned if I'm going to make HIM money at MY expense.)

"Remember that time you peed on my truck seat?" (Every FUCKIN time I see him!! I was like two!!)

"You never call. It's YOUR responsibility to call, not the parent's." -- used in conjunction with -- "I called lots of times." (Funny because you're number NEVER came up on caller id.)

Oh there's plenty more where that came from. The thing is, no matter how hard I tried, dad could never say those two words I needed most from him..."I'm proud."

All my life I've strove to hear those two little words from him. I mean he does say "I love you." but it's always done in that tone like when you say, "No, of course, you're butt doesn't look fat in those JLo jeans. Pushaw!"

I was thinking of actually writing my father. Hopefully the wicked stepmother doesn't open the letter. Someday soon I think. Maybe we can make amends, but for now I'm just tired of the game.

Busy Night, Interesting Morning

Hmmm, only twenty fours hours, but I have tons to talk about!!!

Last night, I came home, looked at the lawn, got pissed, and mowed it. Then I ranted and raved to my husband while we went to PetsMart (love that store) and Miracle Mile (jewish deli) for some dinner. Came home, watched an hour of That 70s Show and step-aerobicized for about thirty to forty minutes. Then decided, in a stew, to go to bed.

The rommate did come home before I went to bed, but I couldn't think of anything to say just yet. So I just went to bed.

This morning hubby was telling me that he told the roommate I was pissed. He told the roommate that both of us were angry because we had arrangements and he wasn't holding up his end of the bargain. I kept on saying, "What did he say? Did he apologize?" BIG FAT NO. No apology. He just kept saying, "Well you guys didn't say anything." and "I wasn't sure how you wanted it."

Ummm, I think you could have at least assumed we didn't want FOOT HIGH WEEDS in the front yard!!!!

He's gone in December, if we don't decide to kick his ass out before then. I mean, this guy is over twenty years old. Why are all the roommates dubmshits without an ounce of respect???

I mean he's a nice guy, he's just totally irresponsible. Oh and we found out that the little dog, Poe, has been pissing all over our house. Ugh!! So we had to drag out the crate today. I left the little mongrel in it when we left for work.

Well I was going to write some more but I've already written so much. Let me just say thet hubby dropped me off about 1/2 mile from work because he was late, I saw a Tracy Ullman looking character at Circle K, told some beggar that I was a horrible bitch, and imagined myself calling up Steve from Qwest who's business cards were all over the road to ask how he had lost them.

I need a nap.

Oh and thanks for the comment about how I look. I've been fighting my weight since before birth. Ugh!!! I was just thinking this morning how I need to stop hating my body. I've decided my new mantra is: "I love my body. I love my body." Come'on, everyone join in...

I love my body. I love my body. My body is good to me.

Girls Gone Wild!!

What a waste of time last night!!!!

I did make dinner, however the rest of the night was pretty much sittingon my butt watching television. We both crashed at about 9 p.m.

We both love 'My Name is Earl' and the american version of 'The Office', so we both sat on the couch together and watched those. Didn't see the roommate until about 9 p.m., but I just about ready to kick his ass!!!

The arrangement was that he could live rent free until December, but he had to take care of the yards (back and front). I made it specifically clear that the front yard was my main concern. I wanted it NOT to look deplorable as we could get fined if the weeds grow taller than yea high.

Granted he went hunting last week, but the front yard has not been touched since our little discussion. So now I'm deliberating over whether I should just go ahead and mow it today, cuss his ass out, and charge him for it. Or wait until I actually catch him and cuss his ass out for it.

Why is NO ONE RELIABLE?!?! I can't tell you the amount of rommates we've had who just seem to take our generosity for granted. Geez!!!

On a good note, I did lose the weight today. I'm back down almost to pre-visitor weight. I'm going to go go really light on the eating today to try to get it back down to below pre-visitor weight. I have eaten way too much this week.

Well gotta run!!!

Weight Watchers and Halloween

So Saturday I weighed in for my first week on Weight Watchers. What a dissapointment!!! Let me give you a little advice. Never start a diet the same week your friend comes to visit. You know, that monthly friend. ;-)

Ugh!!! I guess all things considered, it wasn't that bad. I lost almost an entire pound. We'll see what happens this Saturday though. I'll be very disappointed if I don't lose any weight.

Especially since I busted ass last night fixing up the living room and bedroom. The old man, my hubby, is having problems sleeping on our bed anymore. "It's too soft." I feel like Mama Bear. Anyway, we have a twin bed that's perfect for his needs. So I moved out my so-called desk from our bedroom, moved it into the living room (because it's really a dining room table), then moved all the furniture around and put up the twin bed in the bedroom.

Did I mention I did this all myself??

Hubby has a bad back....don't want to aggravate it. Roommate was asleep (but if he doesn't start on that front yard soon I'm going to bust his balls), therefore it was up to just li'l old me to do all the moving around. I enjoyed it actually.

I'm going to bust butt tonight and start rearranging and throwing junk away. I'm so sick and tired of that house looking the way it does. I rearrange and clean, but it always ends up cluttered again. Augh!!!!!!