These are some of the things that I look forward to as a result of losing weight.
1. No more plus size clothes.
2. No more seat belt extenders.
3. Endless energy.
4. Bike riding.
5. Hiking.
6. Being around for my kid and grandkids.
7. Swimsuit shopping.
8. Better sex!
9. Little black dress.
10.New career.
Obviously, there are a million reasons to get thinner, but these are my top ten.
Hi all! I am just avoiding a little work and decided to update.
The weekend was fun. RMBB 2.75 was fun. I was really surprised at the eclectic grouping of bloggers and blog fans. I met some really interesting people and had some nice conversations. Among my favorites were: Tim, Zomby Boy, Matt and Allie, Walter, and Andy. Of course I had the most handsome blogger in the world on my arm, so how could I possibly have a bad time. I am really looking forward to RMBB III!
The rest of the weekend I spent doing womanly chores, (read: cleaning, laundry and shopping).
Matt bought Pirates of the Caribbean which was really enjoyable. I just lurve that Orlando Bloom. And of course, Johnny Depp was flawless as Capitan Jack Sparrow. It is so nice to have dinner at home and enjoy a movie.
Other than that, I am just hoping that my commute home isn’t too terrible today. The snow is coming down with a vengeance and I fear I will have a long, long drive ahead of me. Matt has promised me a hot meal and covered parking to come home to. Thanks sweetie!
I had a conversation with my husband today. It started out with dealing with the business stuff of being divorced. Then, in an accusatory tone, he says, “Hey, did you let Christian watch a scary movie or play some weird video game last night?”
I bristled at this, of course. Our son is not yet 3 years old, and everyone who knows me knows that I am very choosy about what I allow him to watch and what is being said around him. So I said hotly, “No! Why?!”
He says, “Because, last night he awoke a couple of times screaming, ‘Zelda! Zelda!’”
I burst into laughter…
Zelda is Matt’s cat, and if anyone should be having nightmares, it is Zelda of Christian.
I know, I know. I have been a naughty girl and haven’t blogged forever. But, here is an entry as promised to Matt and Terry.
Thanksgiving was a success; Matt, Andy, and Andy’s lovely wife Nicky and daughter Fiona all seemed to enjoy our time together. The turkey seemed to take forever, but turned out really well. It was only my third attempt ever at cooking for such a “big” event so I was pretty proud of myself. I was only disappointed in my pumpkin pie as I would have liked the crust to be a little less doughy in the middle.
My 31st birthday was Sunday, the 30th and my love, Matt, took me to breakfast, shopping at Old Navy, and then in the evening we went to see Master and Commander and then ate dinner at P.F. Changs. All in all it was a lovely birthday. My son gave me a really cute birthday card. He ran into the restaurant where I was meeting his dad to pick him up and waved the card and said, “For you!!! For you birthday!!!” Then he said, “You go to Chuck and Cheese for you birthday?” (He thinks that everyone goes there for their birthday. You are not allowed to go there if it isn’t your birthday and if you go, it is automatically your birthday.)
I seem to have much to look forward to in December.
1.RMBB 2.75 is tomorrow night, my first time attending as an actual blogger.
2. My son turns 3 on December 20. YAY!
3. My company Christmas party is here. Matt gets to be my date. YAY!
4. Matt and I are going to Raleigh, NC for Christmas and I will get to meet his family. YAY! (not only that, but it will be my first time to see the ocean, ever.)
I will update again soon.
Gosh, I just realized how long it has been since I posted anything! Life has been moving at a quick pace and I feel like I am really having to dig in to hold on.
I have seen lots of movies since my last post. The Human Stain, The Matrix: Revolutions, Love Actually, and Finding Nemo. There are probably more but those are the ones that come to mind easily.
The Human Stain was a pretty good movie, very rich characters, but there was a key mistake, I believe, in the casting. If you have seen it, maybe you know of what I speak. If not, I won’t ruin it for you.
The third in the series of The Matrix films was visually spectacular, but I guess this sort of Sci Fi isn’t really my thing. I have never really enjoyed Keanu Reeves and I just thought the movie really ended weird.
Love Actually was the best of the crop, definitely a date movie to beat all date movies. It really perked up my spirits and Hugh Grant was impeccable as Britains PM. The only thing Matt and I both noticed was that there were a couple of unresolved issues in the plot, and I would have done the ending differently.
Finding Nemo was brought to Matt’s house by my son and was a really cute, cute Disney Film. With PIXAR I don’t know how I can watch another type of animated film and enjoy it at all. It just seemed soooo real and the characters larger than life with Ellen Degeneres as Dory being the show stopper.
Beyond that, I have been enjoying the company of Matt immensely, and I am looking forward to spending Thanksgiving with him and another couple. I am cooking for the event and I am really excited to show off my prowess in the kitchen.
I will let you know how it goes and also post a review of Master and Commander.
I thought I should write something, since it has been awhile. So here is an update on my pathetic life.
I am going to see, The Human Stain, with Matt this evening. I am hoping that my love for the actors that are in this film override the ick factor of seeing Nicole Kidman and Anthony Hopkins in bed together.
I am looking for a second job still. I think that I have found a good opportunity doing chores for the elderly. The pay isn’t great but fine for a second job.
I am coming down with a cold I fear. I am in hopes that it isn’t the flu. I know I should have gotten my shot by now and hope that I am not going to pay for it in the end. It just sucks particularly at this time because I get to have my boy this weekend and hate to be sick for that.
Other than that, life just seems to be careening along and I am feeling like it is tough to be along for the ride.
I thought I would reprint something I wrote a while back for the amusement of anyone who is a fan of the TBOTCOTW empire. Enjoy!
Fat Gurl Diaries
Installment One
It is with fear and trepidation that I write this. Or maybe it is just with absolute embarrassment.
I have been enrolled in a dating service for some time now and have met a couple of guys but no real spectacular results.
The service is web based and from time to time they will send you an email with pictures and profiles of men who have indicated an interest in your profile. I got this one, and the guy was a dead ringer for Charles Manson. Okay, maybe not that bad, but the guy was definitely not what I would characterize as my type.
(A little background note on your writer: I am the kind of gal that would take in every stray dog, cat and homeless person that I possibly could. I have a huge heart for the underdog.)
Normally, I would have quickly deleted this email. But, for some reason, I decided to check it out. His profile was quite light hearted and intelligent and he made light of his awful picture. So, I decided to give it a shot. After a series of e-mails, we agreed to meet that evening at a local bar for a drink or two.
Blind Date Rule #1:
Always set up a specific meeting place at the bar. Never say you will get a table first or whoever gets there first can grab a table. This is blind date suicide. If you don’t know what each other looks like except for a picture, you will never find each other in a crowded bar.
After scanning the bar nervously for a Charles Manson look-alike, I grab a table and sit by myself and order a cool guy beer. Think dark and disgusting. I do this to impress my date since he has stated he really likes beer. I wait patiently, but nervously for him to arrive. I have done this enough times to know how it goes but for some reason I am always jittery that first date. I continually check my phone for the time. It is now 10 minutes after our scheduled meeting time and I begin to get nervous. I think, “Goddammit, I knew I should have arranged to meet him at the door. He is probably already seated somewhere else in the bar and we are missing each other. This sucks.”
I try to call the guru of dating advice, Shelly, to ask her how long I wait before ditching the date. She of course has abandoned me in my time of need. So I decide if he doesn’t show by 20 after, I will leave. That time arrives, and as I head for the door, a guy passes me but he is too cute to be Manson. He looks like he is lost, but it just can’t be my guy. I talk to the hostess for a moment about the horrors of blind dates and about the moment I am to leave, the guy comes up to me and asks if I am “Helga.” (names have been changed to protect the guilty.)
I say yes, are you Mark? Thank goodness! We head for a table and begin the nervous small talk thing. He is polite and orders what I suggest on the menu. But he is detached and it is hard to talk among the bustle of the bar.
Blind Date Rule #2: Never meet at a noisy bar, a movie, or anywhere else where you can’t easily carry on a conversation. The whole point of a blind date is to get to know someone.
We eat our dinner in what I consider to be an uncomfortable silence. Every now and then we comment on something or another. I think he must not dig me, characteristic of the fat gurl esteem. Time comes to talk about who is going to pay and I say that I will since he is jobless. Then to add some fun to the evening I also say if I pay he has to sleep with me. I figure the date is a bust so I might as well leave him shocked and stupefied.
To my complete surprise he calmly says, “O.K.” and then “Let’s go.”
Blind Date Rule # 3: Never sleep with the guy on the first date. First of all this makes you appear to be a slut. This is a stupid standard and all, but it is how it goes in our society. Secondly, it’s not all that smart since you don’t know the guy from Adam and he could really be Charles Manson #2.
I agree and we hurry to his car. I am playful and seductive on the way. He reciprocates and I am now really attracted to him and excited to see what is in store.
At this point I am going to spare you all of the details, only because they leave enough for another story. But here is the part where you really get to feel bad for your fearless writer.
In the moment of passion, I say, “Mark…oh Mark” and “God you are great, Mark.”
Later as we lay in the afterglow, or whatever, he talks of how he won’t be around that weekend because he is going to a wedding in Tennessee.
I say, “I need a vacation, let me come with.”
He says, “I would love your company but my parents would wonder who you were and why you keep calling me Mark.”
Fear and terror grip my heart. My mind races, thinking, “What the fuck is he talking about.”
So I say it. “Your name isn’t…… Mark?!”
He laughs and says with a huge grin, “No…it’s Matt.”
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! I have just committed one of the worst, most embarrassing sex snafus of all time!!! I jump out of bed and start apologizing all over the place. He is enjoying every minute of my stupidity. He finally reassures me that he knew it was an honest mistake and laughs some more. My cheeks are burning. I know that I will never see him again.
But, take heart, readers. Although the ride back to my car was excruciating and I could hardly get out of there fast enough, he wrote me the next Monday to ask for a second date. Mark, er um, Matt and I are wonderful friends and lovers to date.
Fat gurls sometimes do okay.
I am taking Christian to a “harvest party” tonight for Halloween. I am just in hopes that it isn’t too cheesy. I grew up with a mom who wouldn’t let us decorate the house for Halloween because, “you are inviting Satan and his demons into your home”.
Yikes!
Afterwards, Matt and I are going to see the director’s cut of Alien. I am really excited to see it since I have never seen the original film. I really liked Aliens and Matt assures me that the original is extremely scary. So not only will I get to see a kick ass movie, but I will have a good excuse for Matt to hold me.
I spent some time with my son yesterday. He was pretty excited to show me his fireman costume and let me know he was going, “to go trick-r-treat”. He runs around the house with his plastic pumpkin and puts his Hot Wheels in it. He also informed me that now he knows how to catch “de baseball”.
I hadn’t been to eager to watch Monday Night Football as I thought it would be a slaughter of the Raiders and an uninteresting game. I fell asleep during halftime on Matt’s couch. I should have known that a long-standing rivalry and MNF would produce an exciting game. I did wake up for the Raider’s exciting last drive. Whew!!!! Go Kansas City!
I am finally to a place in life again where the pace has relaxed and I feel like I have time to blog again.
The apartment is in order after a couple of evenings and afternoons spent scrubbing and such. I kind of like my little place even though it is a far cry from the lifestyle I was used to living. The building is suprisingly quiet, despite being filled with med students. The neighborhood is a lot more urban than I am used to, which is a nice change of pace.
Work is going well for a change. The days go by quickly, but not at a frantic pace. Business is good, which luckily, means life is good for the underlings.
My next life project is to find a church to go to. I haven’t gone regularly in about 3 years and maybe once in the last year. There is a pretty cool ELCA Lutheran church not far from my apartment. They have jazz vespers which is pretty hip for Lutherans. I have only been to a service there once before, and I wasn’t all that impressed, but I may need to investigate further into service offerings. I went to an incredible jazz concert there about 4 years ago to see “The Real Group”, an accapella, Swedish group. Great acoustics really complimented the music.