I think I have gallbladder issues. I have been suffering from all sorts of horrible stomach pains and shit this past week. I guess it actually started like, Christmas Eve, but I dont really know how bad it is. I cant afford insurance right now, although I think I may need a scope. On the up side, I havent been eating a whole hell of a lot, so I have lost 4-ish pounds or so. I havent been puking, although sometimes I feel like it, so I know I am losing some sort of weight instead of just water, which is nice. I have been watching what I have been putting into my pie hole though, which hasnt been too hard since everytime I eat something really fatty or spicy I get the urge to tear my guts out through my belly button. Plus I have been belching. A lot. I know. Lady-like and all that, right? Sweet.
Completely off the subject of gas and disembowelment (but really not too far from the mark, in my opinion) I started back to school last week and really, it has to be said, that I would like to punch my Computer preofessor in the choker. He really rambles about shit that we do not know(or remotely care) about. The next time I hear the words Linux and Firefox, I am going to chuck a pencil at his head. This is a basic computer class required for a general which seems completely pointless, not to mention redundant since I have already taken Office Professional 1 & 2 and if I cant tell the difference between my asshole and a PC, I am pretty much fucked.

...Seriously.

So...Ive gained so much weight since I met Mister Amazing. I mean, when we started dating I was seriously like 35lbs from goal. Now...lets see...I havent gained it all back by any means, but I have decided to lower the goal so now having gained so much back, I now have about 80lbs to lose to get me to the goal weight of like, 160. Eeeps! Thats a buttload of weight. But I am sitting here today - on a snow day - should have gone to school, its my first day back after the holiday break - and I am looking at all the pics from when we were dating and the wedding and I am thinking to myself..."why the hell did I ever let myself gain this weight back? Aargh!"



So I am thinking that since I have a new gym membership and that I have this amazing husband and my goal is totally do-able...what the hell am I waiting for? To gain back the other 40lbs that I havent put back on yet, so that I can start all over again? Hell to the no. I will be damned if I let that happen again.



I am starting at a new salon on the 1st of February and I am determined to lose as much weight as I possibly can between now and then. Even if its only ten pounds. I am definitely getting pregnant next year and I do not want to be fat only to get even fatter because I will be pregnant. I want to be able to work out throught my pregnancy and stay in shape so that I dont gained a bunch of weight that will be harder to get off after the baby comes.



Tonight starts a wholw new biggest loser too. I know that I can lose weight just like everyone else, I just have to put my mind to it. I lost 70lbs once and I can do it again.

Wow. Alot has happened since I last posted over a year ago. I think I might take this up again. So, remember that post about how I met Mister Amazing and thought he was amazing? Well, he was. And he still is. We've been married almost 3 months now. I am in school, doing nails on the side and trying to get my business up and running as a sex toy distributor. No I am not kidding. In short, my life is pretty amazing right now. Its about time!

I live in a cubicle. My boss lives in the cubicle behind me. I face away from him, he faces my back. I often try to talk to him through the cubicle walls, since I can hear him as clear as day, and he, well… simple sentences like “I have a stomachache, I think it’s the vegetables I’m eating,” become, he: “What? You saw a purple squirrel?” Me: “Sigh. I hate vegetables.”

Three hours later, I’m munching away on evil, evil vegetables (I am pudgy, and I have a whole mess of trips in my future in which I’d like to wear my favorite not-pudgy pants).

“…and yet you’re STILL EATING THEM,” drifts through my cubicle wall. I pause in my munching.

How can he hear me chewing, but he can’t hear me speaking? Whole Foods, please look into quiet carrots and hushy sugar snap peas.

Back in a sec, I need some of those peanut butter cookies I saw at the other end of the building.

Five minutes later, I’m reading something in dead silence. He: “Huh? What’d you say?” Me: “I didn’t say a thing.”

So, I guess my promise to post more kind of, um...went unkept. Lets see..Last time I posted it was Valentines day. I wasnt really expecting anything spectacular, and I was right in not doing so. I got off work and drove to CC's - forever now known as Mister Amazing - place, pulled my very girly Valentines bag - complete with pink tissue paper - out of my back seat and walked to his front door. I dont think my heart could have been beating any harder than it was right then. I mean, seriously, we had only been dating for a little over a month, and even though I didnt want to seem overly thrilled - I totally was - that I had a Valentine for the first time in three years, I knew I would be disappointed if he didnt get me something. I didnt spend much, $20 on a shirt from Old Navy that he had commented on when we'd been there earlier in the week. But still - I wasnt sure if $20 was a little too much to spend on someone you werent sure about. When I went inside - he was on the phone and so I let myself in - I set the heart emblazoned bag on the step upstairs and went down into the basement. He was at the computer, talking on the phone and his back was to me. I caught a glimpse of something furry and brown on the desk in front of him, but busied myself with plugging in my almost dead cell phone and waited for him to finish his call.

When he finally hung up - it seemed like an eternity, but I am sure it was all of two minutes - he came over to me, thrust two bears into my hand and gave me a quick kiss, asked how my day was and told me he was sorry that it wasnt much, but money was a little tight since Christmas. I thanked him and looked down at the bears. I was a little disappointed. The price was still on the bears, a total of roughly nine dollars was spent. Now, I am normally not the type for expensive gifts, I really couldnt care less what you give me as long as it took some thought. And more than anything, I was freaked the shit out about how he would react to getting a shirt. From me. Someone he had dated for a month. I wanted to run up the stairs, grab the bag and run out to my car, pull out the card and go back inside. A card would do the trick. $2.50 meant a whole lot less than $20 and a $2.50 card that I had written, "I am really glad I met you! XOXO" in. But I didnt. He asked me where I wanted to eat, and since it was 7pm on Valentines day, I really didnt think there would be any place to eat. We got into my car and drove around and around, in search of someplace to go. Finally we agreed to just get fast food and head back to his place. Then, shining like a beacon in the night was a little place called Moore's. Its a cafe style place, kinda like Denny's but smaller and it has a real homey feel to it. Being the fact that it wasnt fancy, or expensive, it was pretty much deserted. We parked and went inside. It was dimly lit and there were little hearts and cupid's arrows confetti's on all the tables. Candles were on the tables and the waitstaff was very friendly. Over the course of the next hour, I completely forgot about the two bears and the fact that he really didnt seem affected by me giving him a shirt, he didnt see the car in the bottom of the bag, and that we werent in some over priced restaraunt. We laughed, alot. He isnt bothered by the fact that I am divorced once and on my way to the second. He held my hand and opened doors for me - something he usually does anyway.

People have always said, when you meet the right person, you'll know. Once you meet "the one", you will know. Well, I dont know about all that, but I do know one thing. That night as we spent the night together and he looked at me, held me close - I knew that I was falling for him. He cant spell and he cant keep his house clean, but he is amazing. He is everything - almost - that I have ever wanted in a man. He is stable. He can fix cars. He is amazing at what he does for a living. He is kind. Sexy as hell. Sweet. An amazing cook. He is a guys guy. Loves football and basketball, but will change the station if I ask him to. He will watch Everybody Loves Raymond, although he detestes the show. He snowboards and skis. He loves camping and his family. Honestly, there really isnt anything I dont like about the man.

And every night before I go to bed I take the two bears from their permanent home aomng my pillows and sit them on the nightstand next to me until morning. When I put them back again.

More Importantly: What Snow bank???

Reported from The Spectrum.com in Cedar City, Utah

 

While assaulting his female passenger with the blade of a saws-all, a Cedar City man was distracted and drove off the road and into a snow bank. When police arrived and noticed the blade marks on the woman's leg, they arrested the man. The driver began to yell at the woman informing her that he would kill her and burn down her house if she told the police what had actually happened.

 

Um, it hasn't snowed in weeks!  And this is Southern Utah.  I am in Northern Utah and I haven't seen snow since New Years Eve.

Spills and Chills

Sorry for the lack of posts, peeps.  Its been a crazy couple of weeks.  So let's get to it, then.

 

When I started getting text messages from RB telling me that I was his 'girlfriend' and that as such I was expected to cook food for 8 people for the Super Bowl party he was throwing, I was a little put off.  First of all, we'd only gone out a handful of times and furthermore, we'd only actually been out - where he spent actual money - like, once.  And even then, I think he got the money for that from his mom.  Naturally, I thought 'whatevah, dude' and since I had already made plans with my own family for the Super Bowl - something I am not normally into, but for the sake of the guys I am dating, have been trying to get into football. Not because I am that kind of girlfriend, but because I think that if I actually knew what was happening on the field, I might actually like football.  So I told RB that I wasnt going to be able to play hostess to him and his friends and he freaked out.  That is just one example of a time when I was 'blowing him off' for another engagement when there were no plans made with him in the first place.  He would blow up at me, tell me I was being 'rude and immature' and the next day he would call me as if nothing at all whatsoever had transpired and want me to come hang out.  I am all for giving people a chance to redeem themselves if they have acted like a jerk, but seriously?  I think he is bipolar or something.  I mean, really, kid.  Take a pill.  So, in short, I just couldnt handle the drama.  If we'd only been hanging out two weeks and he was already resembling Glen Close in Fatal Attraction - minus the breasts and blond hair - I wasn't looking forward to any kind of relationship with this guy.

 

On the flip side though, things are getting interesting between CC and I.  He is super sweet and really just a nice guy.  PLus, he's cute and he has a life.  I dont feel bad when I want to do things with my friends, because he either comes with me, or he doesn things with his friends.  We've been spending pretty much every Friday night together and seeing each other at least once or twice during the week.  I even met his family this past Saturday.  Its weird, because he really is the most normal person I have ever dated.  Its kind of like I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I am just waiting to find that big bag of hair in his closet or to find out that he has some weird fetish or something.  So far, so good.  And the romance and sex departments are fantastic too.  Once this weekend things got a little out of control in the bedroom and I fell backwards, feet over head off the bed and landed naked on the floor.  And again in the shower, the curtain came down and water went everywhere.  We laugh.  Its really cool.  Plus, he is a killer cook.  Mostly fattening stuff, but he makes a mean omelette.