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.

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???

1. Creative urges (amazing release)
2. My husband (who let me sleep away more than half of Sunday!)
3. God (who has blessed me with more than I could ever list out)

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.

1. Brownies
2. My family
3. a place to call home