Well, ok then
Saturday night, I was destined for a lovely date with my father to the Oregon Ballet Theatre’s performance of Mendelsson’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Saturday evening, I was gradually getting ready.
I curled my limp hair.
I put makeup on my blotchy face.
I attempted to style my limp, semi-curly hair. 5 times.
Bobby pins and hairspray rendered it somewhat acceptable, but in no way “DAMN GIRL” like I wanted.
I put on a cute 50’s style dress we found this winter.
I zipped it up. I had Matt zip it up. 5 full minutes, grunting and sweating later….it was zipped…and I was gasping for breath.
We acknowledged that little adventure was fun, and undid all that hard work with one unzip.
I didn’t have a backup outfit….so threw together some pants and a silk top.
Neither fit me well, but the top drapes enough to hide the muffin top from the uncomfortably too small pants.
What I would like to know is…WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?
Basically none of my clothes fit all of a sudden. And so…I am now on a mission. I happen to like the clothes I have, and I am NOT happy to be growing….and so action is about to be taken.
- Food – healthy and small portions. Lots of veggies and fruits, and color
- Activity – going to the gym daily, even if I have to pay to take M with me for an hour or two.
- Goal – be happy in my clothes again, and be happy with what I see in the mirror.
also? Hair – listen up…you better shape up. You used to be amazing and pretty much always did what I wanted…I don’t know why you’ve given up on life, but I haven’t given up on you, and I WILL kick your arse into gear. Get with the program.
Small work rant
I have a day job. Most days, it’s just a job, no big deal. But, today is Monday. In my opinion, Monday should ease us into the work week.
Today I was smacked in the face with a ton of bricks to start my week. Some guy calls in, gets my friend E, who is attempting to let him know she needs to transfer him to me. I am the only person who takes care of the issue he’s currently having. She puts him on hold just after shouting “I bet you a hundred dollars she WILL!” (Him having said “I bet you a HUNDRED DOLLARS she won’t pick up!!!”)
Gah! whatever this is, I don’t want it! But, she explains that he’s a big jerk, and that he needs help with XYZ issues. I get on the phone and don’t take his bait, not even when he’s all “WOW I got a person on the phone!” Yes, you did just before this too and you were an ass. No, I didn’t say that, I just bit my tongue really hard and asked how I coudl help.
Dude spent twenty minutes of my morning being a jerk and rude and not even ordering anythign from us. Due to him, I unofficially made myself a manager of my department, with my supervisor’s approval. I am now staring in the limpid eyes of Zoe the elephant and trying to remember that he’s just one person, I can’t let that ruin my day.
Lookit!
Isn’t she cccuuuuttteee???
Oh!?
Go ask Alice!
Why IS a raven like a writing desk?
Orrr go SEE Alice. Talk about eye candy….I just adore Burton films. So beautiful.













