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Okay, I have officially started today! Joined the gym yeaterday, had fajitas last night. I am going to blast this sixty pounds even if it means going back to my burlesque diet. Wish me luck!
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shareMy what a mess I am. Was Doing great yesterday, then discovered DH had run over something in our only vehicle. Bent two rims and we need two new tires. When I tried to change the worse of the two with our spare, realized Chevy made it impossible to get the spare off. We don't have the cash for this! Bring on the gummi bears...
It drives me batty when strippers say they are Burlesque dancers. Nothing against strippers, but I spent years in dance classes, thousand$ on costumes, and worked hard to be respected as an actual artist. I have never shown more skin than what a bikini covers, and if someone tried to tip me during a performance I would have ignored them. If you are an exotic dancer, own it. don't try to to mask what your doing by calling it something else. Your still pretty awesome!
The POWM site has me so paranoid. I can't just run in after I workout or throw some sweats on if we need something in the middle of the night. Too many of the pictures come from TX and a few of the people have looked like people we know.
DH and I were married @ JOP, but we are having a ceremony and reception for our third anniversary (he is an only child and he and MIL really wanted to do it up.). The only real parent I had was my grandmother, and she past away nearly ten years ago. So I am planning to wear a ring she gave me (her brother that died in WW2 gave it to her) on my right hand, and I am putting a big bright yellow rose (her favorite) in the middle of my otherwise purple boquet. That way, I will always feel like my grandma walked me down the aisle.
Darling husband of mine, if you try to add one more detail to this stupid wedding that YOU want, I will hand you my planning binder and walk away. You and your mom are the only ones that wanted this, so stop changing your mind in the details after she and I have them planned. I don't have to meet you at the alter! We are already married, and I look silly in formal wear! GAH!
White whine. I asked DH to stop and get me a Chai Frappacino on his way home. He got me a latte. This resulted in tears that rival the "No Sweet Potato Casserole at Cracker Barrel", breakdown of 2008. The kind where you can't stop them, even though your logical mind says "Jesus Christ on a dinosaur woman, This is nothing to cry about!", but your tears don't care. Hormones are not fun.
For the most part, I am pretty laid back, and I don't let things irritate me. But if someone doesn't refill the ice trays, that spins me into a such a grumpy tizzy! How freaking hard is it to refill them? The freezer is three feet from the faucet! I like ice too you know!
We just found out that our newly adopted dog needs a full hip replacement, and surgery to repair a torn ACL. Our vet told us candidly, that it may be best to just euthanise her, because she is in so much pain. We are taking her for a secon opinion next week, but I think our vet is right. But the shelter director is giving me shit about it. Trust me lady, I love this dog. But how fair is it to make her finish her heartworm treatments, just to start a series of multiple surgeries?
I try to keep tasty sweets out of my house, because I have very little willpower with them.
Well, one of the women my husband works with heard how much I love praline frosted pecans, and she made a huge batch to thank me for something I had done for their office.
I can hear them taunting me, from the freezer. I must find a new home for them...
I am so sad that tonight will be the last time I feel the excitement of getting the first copy out of the box of whatever store I pick it up at, at Midnight exactly. Nothing compares to the joy The Harry Potter series, both the books and the movies, have given me over the years. I am so sad that tonight is the end of having those little thrills.
If you are not a participant in someone else's bedroom activities, you really have no room to judge how they conduct themselves, no matter how little you understand it. Weather someone is gay, straight, in an open marriage, or gives their spouse the gift of being sexually accessible. If you don't have to live it, and it is not being forced upon someone, STFU and stop judging. You are not superior, just because you have sex in a different way.
Every night when my husband leaves for work, I tell him the same thing. Have a good night, I love you, you are my best friend, please be safe. I have said this to him every time he has left for work since the day we got married.
My husband told me he was complemented about me at our bible study picnic on Sunday. We provided 30 pounds of pork ribs, and I grilled them at the park, while everyone waited, and we chatted. I brought a few other things as well. My husband said that one of the other women told him he must be proud to have such a great wife. She told him, "She has an servant's heart. I would wish I could be like that.". Then one of the men told him I really had a way with food. It made me happy that people didn't see it as weird.
Please, sweet baby spaghetti monster, please let this dog get adopted tomorrow... I can't take much more of the banter between him and the toddler. Please let him find his forever home, and get him out of my foster home!
First time I met my husband was my freshman year in college. He approached me and said, "Excuse me, but I think my drunk buddy is planning on myking some mutual poor choices with your drunk friend. Just to make this easier on myself tomorrow morning, what dorm is she in, so I know where to pick him up?" We became pretty close friends after that, but didn't have our first official date for nearly six years. I don't remember what that date was, but I will never forget when he walked up to me and said that, almost as if he could read my mind.
