Monday, July 11, 2005
Another Monday....Why on God's earth did we have to come back to work today? I really didn't want to remove my fat butt from the bed this morning. But, I did and here I am. This has already been the morning from hell. Everyone is getting on my nerves. Why can't a project be where it needs to be before someone gives it to me? Why do I have to interpret every damn letter that comes into this office for people who make more money than I do? I could just scream!!!!!!
Okay, my mini Monday morning vent is over...
I have decided that I am sick of being "chunky" and I am going to do something about it. So, today is day one of my attempt at eating healthier than before. I'm not going to make unrealistic goals and say that I'm going to be Ms. SuperHealth everyday, because I will be setting myslef up for failure. I'm just hoping that armed with watermelon, strawberries, water, and wheat thins that I can get rid of my lovehandles (which I despise!!). We'll see. If all goes well then I hope to begin something resembling an attempt at excercising in the next couple of weeks.
Movie weekend went well. I watched everything except for "The Girl Next Door", so I might try to do that tonight. I also found an awesome magazine this weekend and it's only $1.50 an issue! It's called For Me. Check it out if you need a good magazine that isn't full of hideous outfits that no one who isn't getting paid to wear would dare put on and horrible hairstyles that didn't look good on the model and definitely wouldn't look good on you!
Jamie forwarded me this article. Scary...
Little Man fell off a chair yesterday and whacked his head. There is nothing in the world that has ever made me move that fast! If I could somehow work that into an excercise routine, I would be really motivated. LOL!
And now, a rant directed at the pimple-faced spoiled rotten jackass of a teenager that feels the need to drive down the street with pipes that would stir the dead flowers in my garden. You are an ass. You're parents obviously think you are hot crap or else they wouldn't have bought you a truck that costs more than their house probably does. Here's a newsflash. Your aren't...nor is the girlfriend you ride around snuggled up so close next to you that you can't possibly be concentrating on driving. Here's a secret for you...she isn't hot in your truck and wasn't in the other two guys' trucks that she passed by in this weekend. And I think she managed to get her bleach blonde head even closer to them while driving than she does with you. Which brings me to the question, have you been "checked" lately? Judging from what I see that passes by on the way to her house, you might want to get on over to the nearest clinic. But look on the bright side, that gives you a reason to hurry in that truck, thus making the pipes very loud and you will look cool. Maybe then you can find some other chick that's all impressed and begin another vicious cycle of dumbass teenage lust. Oh, and if you drive by and wake my kid up again, I'm calling the cops on your ass.
Sorry about that. Sometimes you just need to get stuff out of your system, ya know?
Oh, and Kari is still needing to hear some encouragement. Please drop by to see her and thanks to all who already have!
Well, I'm off to finish the rest of what has turned out to be quite the eventful day. |
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Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.
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