Friday, February 20, 2009

After the Week From Hell...

this was valentines day for me:

so after the week from hell, too much caffeine to get me through my late-night meeting Thursday, I get home at 11 and feel horrible for having left the dogs in their crate all day. Watch Top Chef (yay Carla!) and am awake. So I decide to do a second coat on one wall in the entryway... this is what it ballooned into:

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Kris Cracks Me Up

CG: I just was broken up via text msg

Kr​istine Bridges: What!!!!

Kr​istine Bridges: What an f'ing pussy!!

Kr​istine Bridges: Should I start calling you Taylor Swift?

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Monday, February 16, 2009

Oh My Gosh, Love It!

Found it here, watch it here, check out Danny Malone here (or his myspace, facebook, itunes).

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Off my Starbucks Cup

"There is a subtle difference between a mission and a promise. A mission is something you strive to accomplish -- a promise you are compelled to keep. One is individual, the other is shared. When a mission and a promise are one and the same... That's when mountains are moved and races are won."
Hala Moddelmog
President and CEO,
Susan G. Komen for the Cure


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"My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places." A.A. Milne

House Updates

New Hallway:

New Master Bath:

New Guest Bedroom

Monday, February 9, 2009

Case of the Mondays

I feel super Bloated.

I don't get my period because of my IUC, so it's not that. I just feel HUGE.

My pants don't fit. Like any of them. I'm going to go on a diet, this is retarded. I'm working out, working my ASS off, and nothing. I feel all teary today. I just woke up feeling awful today. I just want to cry. My face looks puffy. 

I really need to cry. How do I always date these guys who spend their lives TRYING to put weight on, and I spend my life trying to keep an apple from making me gain 5 lbs of fat--it's just not fair. and they NEVER get it. They NEVER understand, never get that I can't eat like that--can't eat out--because it makes me gain massive amounts of weight in seconds. And I just do it and get miserable and then they get irritated because I'm so depressed and I crumble on the floor of my closet in TEARS. I love junk food, but cannot eat it. ever. and if I have a taste I cannot stop until I cut it all out for months and don't crave it any more. it's the binge eating of my bulimic past, all over again. I hate my body.

I hate my job. I'm writing interlocals for my new job position that I may get, and I need the raise wicked bad. I'm so broke. I get paid Friday. Until then I have a zero balance. I get a huge check from the IRS in 2 weeks and I'm so desperate for it. I'll have all my CC's paid off.

I still need to file my paperwork at the county. My package was returned by USPS, and so I'm just going to file and have him served at work. Sucks for him.