tattoo

I've always thought about tattoos but never really planned on getting one. then it hit me...my sac bee icon! Keep in mind, i've adored these characters for over 15 years....

Yes? No? Ass? Ankle? Shoulder blade? Tramp stamp?

The Hangover

You'd have to be an absolute moron to like this movie.

and an absolute moron if you don't....it was FRICKING HILARIOUS!!!

Christmas party?

We had our pretty lame Christmas party luncheon last week. it was kinda thrown together, no games, no gifts and we were away from work a little over an hour. okay...that's more than pretty lame...

But the most amazing part was our boss Marlon picked up the entire tab!!! NO one does that at the state I swear. what a nice guy. I guess i could get him a big fat $10 Starbucks card to show my appreciation. : )

I bought a new yoga CD that my girl Aniston is endorsing. i see why her ass is so hot; that was HARD! i'm going to be training for a half marathon that takes place in May 2010 so i thought i'd prepare my body early by doing yoga...excellent for runners. it's gonna be a loooooooooooong road.

it's my furloughed friday so off to do lots of little shit. yay!

Farting

i get fart cards, fart emails, fart wishes...fart everything....and there's a reason for that. Janet sent me a recent email which she wasnt' going to send until she saw the last pix...it reminded her of someone....

Lots of things

We went to the California International marathon SUnday. Not to run it but to drink, smoke and WATCH the runners. Course it's not about the runners that run the 26.1 miles...an amazing feat...it's about how CUTE we look!


Janet brought me some lemons & limes last week. I thanked her for bringing me 3 lemons and one lime and she said "oh no! they're all limes! they just turn yellow for whatever reason and they're more amazing than normal limes!" so i said that i should make something delicious with them then....her suggestion? Lemon Bars. you figure it out. anyway...look how pretty they are looking like lemons when they're really limes!



Debby and her amazing daughter came over tonight to bring me a gay irish christmas decoration. i love it!

Tidbit Blog

i typed up a bunch of notes today to tell people how bad of a parker they are. we all do the 2 hour dance where we hunt for free parking every two hours and you find those fucks that take up two spots by parking inconsiderably. i HATE that. so now when you take two spots you'll be getting a home-typed note from me. consider yourself blessed.

i hate a lot of things...like people who spit ON THE SIDEWALK! I'm a look-down walker. i don't want to see your lung contents. spit on a tree; spit in a bush, swallow your shit but don't make me look at it.

bad segue but i made the awesomest pecan soup. i got the recipe from my Vegetarian Times magazine. i've been getting that mag since 2005 and i think that's the 2nd recipe i've made. my new years resolution is to make more...besides the usual quit drinking, smoking and lose weight rule.

i've also decided to de-hair my life...now don't worry. i won't kill kody. but i might wrap him in saran wrap until he dies but in the meantime i'm so taping, vacuuming, picking etc to get rid of this massive intruder.

i'm caught up on my dexters...well almost. thursday i will be. have you seen this show? You must. it's awesome!

i'm not sure why every few years i ask my hairdresser to cut me bangs buecase every few years i have to use clips. i HATE bangs. i love them becuase they hide my wrinkles but i hate them beucase they're IN MY FACE! so clips it'll be for the next few months.

we have the next two months of fridays off pretty much thanks to the holiday..mommy happy about that.

Happy T'day!

Our original plan was to catch a lunch train and take a 3 hour tour; BUT, our lame luck determined we would miss the fucking train.

here we are BEFORE we realized we were blockheads (hahaha)


(god i look fat but i'm NOT i swear!)

(okay..maybe i am)

(i'm fat like a ham...becuase i AM a ham)

We went back to my local pub and drank and played games. And totally hammed it up for the camera all day. Debby and I have vanity in common.

we played darts:

Pool:

Shuffle Board:

America's Top Model shuffleboard:

We posed:

We played smoldering temptress

My typical 'have to catch my friends peeing' pix. i have about 87 of them.

It was a totally unexpected, laid back, super flowy easy day. we had no idea what we wanted to do but ended up doing things we didn't KNOW we wanted to do. We made it til 7pm too by the way....

SO...some might SAY we missed the train; but, i gotta a feeling the train missed us....

THE END

I'm on to you Red Hawk...

Red Hawk is a casino that opened in December of 07 about 30 minutes from my house to which I had a torrid love affair with for about 6 months. I'm a bad lover...burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on you.....burn me 23 times...well I learn eventually.

Last week they sent me a flyer with a $75 FREE SLOT PLAY coupon! $75?? Hell yeah! when i opened it up it was $15 a day for 5 days in a row. Come on! You wanna entice me up there you gotta give me at least $75 per day! Your odds are so friggin bad you could give me $500 and I would still come out a loser.

So I laugh and shake my head today at the new $20 per day coupons I just received. Now Harvey's in Tahoe? They gave me $150. Even an hour and a half drive, I'm going up on the 11th. At least I get scenery...

No one wanted to go out on a Tuesday night (well, HEY...it's like a Thursday because tomorrow is "friday" and then we have like tons of time off!) so I came home and made my OWN happy hour. Lemon Drops ala TK's Bar...


i only had enough vodka for 1.5 of these so it's a sad happy hour....

first spca day

i was there for about 2.5 hours. and it was EXHAUSTING!

i'm such a wimp.

i walked 3 dogs. and this was AFTER i worked out this morning...two of the dogs were pits and the 2nd dog was very sweet, very thin with big nips meaning she had puppies at one time. probably was bred for them. fuckers. the last dog and the 2nd pit was an 8 month old puppy. although i was laughing at her i was very frustrated becuase she was SUCH a puppy. she jumped on me, nipped my jacket sleeves, bit at my feet, tried to trip me (she did try) and pulled like a mack truck. 3 times she pulled my arm out of my socket and i think she fractured my thumb. i'm not a good animal rescuer becuase i wanted to beat her silly. but she got out, she ran in the frisbee yard and she seemed happy to come back to her kennel where her breaksfast awaited her.

i took out 2 dachsund/terrier mixes and they were just darling. and a welcomed breather since i only had to hold both leashes with one finger.

after a few hours i was worn out but on my WAY out i saw a room full of clean, unfolded blankets & towels so i spent 30 minutes folding evreything.

it felt really good today doing somethign outside myself. i probably won't make a habit of it since i'm only used to myself but i hope i do.

i'm making roasted tomatoes and broccoli rabe for lunch. that's my reward. : )

Caring for your Introvert

My ex sent me this article from The Atlantic and I am very thankful he did...this article has now articulated who I am (except the not liking to talk about yourself...i could go on and on and on about me and nobody else but me...hence the blog). it made me laugh in quite a few places. i love all the intellectual references. i like to think i'm a genius in some way. don't confuse that with Savant.

Caring for your Introvert

Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans, that introverts process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

I know. My name is Jonathan, and I am an introvert.

Oh, for years I denied it. After all, I have good social skills. I am not morose or misanthropic. Usually. I am far from shy. I love long conversations that explore intimate thoughts or passionate interests. But at last I have self-identified and come out to my friends and colleagues. In doing so, I have found myself liberated from any number of damaging misconceptions and stereotypes. Now I am here to tell you what you need to know in order to respond sensitively and supportively to your own introverted family members, friends, and colleagues. Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts. It pays to learn the warning signs.

What is introversion? In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses."

How many people are introverts? I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed? I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.

Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.
Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either.

Jonathan Rauch is a correspondent for The Atlantic and a senior writer for National Journal.

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I was packing my bike for this mornings commute when I heard one of my squirrels chatting furiously. Then I heard another high-pitched tiny scream when I decided it’s probably best to open my garage door.

I walked out to my front lawn when I saw that shit cat sitting on my side walk just staring at me. I yelled at it to scat and walked over to where she had been sitting.

And there was one of my baby squirrels lying on his back, breathing hard & heavy. I looked at him and didn’t see any blood or anything so I ran back in to get a box to put him in. When I came back out he was still lying there and I asked him if he was okay…two seconds later he flipped over and bolted to the tree, all the way up and jumped in my Italian cypress.

I think he’s okay; but, my entire morning ride in all I could hear was his little tiny screams. Fucking cats. I know they gotta do what they do but they AIN’T gonna do it on my property.

Second Saturday

We have an event here in our city where the 2nd saturday of every month, downtown becomes an art walk. Of course, we never go to see the art, we go to find a bar, sit down & party it up.


It's not as crowded in the winter months becuase it's so cold but it was a BEAUTIFUL night Saturday. And made funner by the fact that all my homies was there, including my brother homey.

Dena and her gorgeous daughter Shayna...she likes to call us the Golden Girls. I reminded her we're really the Amber Girls. Get it straight.

Me & SalSal. We don't hang out much because when we do, someone pays for it. hahah


The group at Headhunters...


half the group at socals...


We ended up going to my house to play games. it's too hard when everyone's buzzed becuase everyone (except me) is lame. and my brother becuase he deon'st drink.

When Debby and her new (younger) man started making out, I knew the night was over. SO, I made it til 11ish and had a pretty good time.

I hung out with my ex yesterday. i love that fucker; but, what to do? We went to a flea market after a deliciuos pizza pie. that was kinda fun! i wanted him to stay all night but he never settles for long. he's like a hummingbird...gottamovegottamovegotta move....

geesh

nevermind winning the lottery...i think i'd die of boredom.

i was up at 4:45, cleaned the kitchen, made b'fast, organized my DVD's, made the bed, went grocery shopping, raked & mowed the lawn all before 10:00am.

just got off a lay-fest on the couch watching animal cops. some people are unbelievable. UNbelievable.

meanwhile, Kody...on the other hand...the POSTER child for ultimate spoiledness. he thinks i made the bed for him.

4 more days off...honestly, i'd rather stare at my OWN walls than my cubicle walls so i's ain't complainin.

A new look

Furlough Friday...gotta love 'em. i had to drive all the way out to roseville for this girl. and it was worth it.

BEFORE:

very Gray

AFTER:

with a cute little blue hair extension...and BANGS!!

This is us at the salon. Natalie so cute but that's not what's amazing. LOOK HOW SKINNY I LOOK! And the mirror adds 10 pounds the camera adds 10 pounds so i'm actaully anorexic!

Janet's Birthday

I had more fun planning her day than she had having it.


I went to the store at 6am to get her a bouquet of balloons. this was actaully an after-thought becuase i had already bought all her gifts, her cupcake, her decorations and it was very hard to keep mum but i did.


she had mentioned she'd like it if we'd change our Dexter night from Tuesday to Wednesday so she could feel like she was doing something on her birthday. so she must've thought that would be it. how sad. I put her balloons in my office becuase Kody was over-curious about them and how sad would it be if she came in to 6 popped and chewed up balloons. taht's worse than thinking Wednesday Dexter night is the happenin birthday.

I went home for lunch and decorated the living room, put out her presents and decorated a wine glass that would act as a table for her delicious caramel apple cupcake.

Isn't that sweet?


Anyway...funny story. i read a meditation book yesterday cover to cover and i'm ready to live my life calmly and kindly but i waited a full hour for that bitch to get to my house so i could surprise her! Too long of a story but i should have known better with Janet. She's a dawdeler (sp). I tried to be in the present and focus on my breathing and realize how horrible it was to be mad at someone that has no idea you're trying to surprise her. shows you how selfish i am. this was all about ME!


but i digress. did i capture the moment or WHAT?



Opening her gifts and talking lovingly to Betsy becuase she's gay like that. Even Betsy's embarrassed.



Janet likes to keep her eyes closed so she doesn't see her gift until it's fully unwrapped. that's kinda funny...She's 10.




This was my favorite present to her (becuase it's also to me) and i made her open it last:

(it's a mini cribbage board)



So here they all are. 1 outta 4 ain't bad.

Tidbit Blog

What a great weekend. REally...when you're not hammered, the whole world opens up.

Course when you're not hammered time can crawl to the point of standing still like last night. i was ready for bed at 5:15.

We took the dogs to the self doggy wash yesterday. Kody, Mr. Confident/Alpha/Prick dog cried the whole time. WHAT A BABY!!! Betsy was in the next bath over and not a peep! So i washed him in lavendar soap to match his behavior.

Before the wash, I needed to drop off some donation stuff and we THOUGTH we were at the spca thrift store, but we were at mid-town thrift store. Anyway, i bought the cutest lamp that i'm going to put over my sticky outty counter area that has NO light and it's where i do all my prep work! I am so thrilled! I'll pix it when it's done.

We had our last SPCA class on Saturday. I took a dog I was planning on fostering. Glad i did THAT! I think i'm the worst dog lover becuase i wanted to choke that fucker. It was a good manners class and neither the dog nor I had any. I was cracking myself up because when the instructor wasn't looking i was yelling at the dog under my breath calling him names. But that was how Kody was raised and look at him...

After class I went over to Debby's to FINALLY dye my brothers hair. i mean, he looks REALLY good with gray hair, some guys just do, but he also looks really good with less-than-gray hair.

We all really look alike. Especially as we age. fucking aging.

Nothing too special we just liked this pix....

I'm sure i said something funny becuase i'm so funny.

Ta daaaa! The NEW Keune Model!!!

I like it. its natural looking and it looks good.

I went to Janets after that and met one of my blog fans, KENDALL! ahahaha...i have fans. I loved her. I love you Kendall! And she had gorgeous red hair which i want. and i will get. As soon as we all go out she's coming with.

Saturday night I passed out candy. I bought FOUR bags of candy and got 5 small gruops of trick or treaters. life can be so cruel...i had to look at THIS for 2 days:

So, DB must be happy becuase the fucking yankee's won again. pisser....

Raymond DVD playing, fire in the fireplace, a cup of hot tea and snuggled in my brand new incredibly soft fleece pj's with my best friend. Some people might think that's a lame Friday night; but, i was pretteh, pretteeeh happy.

one down three to go.

Go phillies!



I'm down 12.8 pounds. technically i need 14.2 pounds to go but that might not be feasible. i'll settle for 8.2. and i have 12 more days to go so that's not TOO unreasonable (on THIS diet, that is)



I went to the SPCA thrift store and bought this cute little tea cup for my new tea days:


and i got some lovely smelly flowers from TJ's...i'm such a girl lately!


I'm in Cisco Infrastructure training this week and I'm totally lost. i think i need a different career. ever do subnetting? don't.


We're dyeing my brothers hair satruday and i pray it doesn't come out like the LAST time i dyed his hair. He called himself Guido buecuase he LOOKED like a Guido. black hair, white goatee and a gold chain. hahahaha....i told him the other day that when he left my house that day i watched him walk to his car while i was in tears from laughing. hahahaha....i guess i'm NOT as good with color as i pretended to be.


Loaded a bunch of applications on myiphone. cool backgrounds, a flashlight feature, hangman, google voice search, espn scores, and free internet radio. i love that thing...LOVE it~ i treat it better than i do kody! kody i drop, iPhone i do not.

Apple Hill

Me, Debby and my brother decided to head up the hill yesterday morning. Debby was without Megan, I was trying to get out of a one-way depression and my brother is living life.

The ride up was gorgeous. We don't have many colored trees in our area but the few we saw were incredibly vivid and poppy outty. i couldn't get a picture because Debby drives too bumpy. but here's an idea:

There were TONS of vineyards up here. i was surprised at how many, so we're planning a wine trip soon in Janets massive caravan with Chris as our chauffeur. Probably girls only since men don't drink wine. Typically.

By the time we got there, there was a pretty long car line so we enjoyed some witty repartee and fun conversation. The day was absolutely beautiful. We only stopped at one place because they're all pretty much the same; lots of apples & vendors. Since I'm on my 500 calorie a day diet, I thought it would be really hard to be here; but, it wasn't. the only thing i eyed about 72 times was the blackberry sour cream apple pie. GOD does that not sound fabulous???

Anyway, here were are in a private cornfield right before the owner came out with his shotgun



When we were getting ready to leave, we decided to cruise on over to the beautiful tomato farm just down Hwy 50. Now tomatoes I can have so I was pretty excited. On the way there, we passed this little cafe in Placerville called the Cozmic Cafe. It's a darling place that's actaully built in to the side of a hill that was used in the old gold mining days. So when you walk past the baristas and tables, you'll head in to the actual tunnel that goes deep in to the underground. it's even cold like you'd expect. WHY didn't i get a picture!!!

Anyway, after our tea & coffee we headed to the tomato farm which, majorly disappointingly, was closed. SUCKED! But Debby was telling us on one of her outings up here, they passed an Alpaca farm. She said they are totally weird looking and 15 minutes later, we were by that farm. I asked her to pull over so i could get some pictures.

3 words. They Are Darling. I'm opening an Alpaca Farm

Now, I don't take good pictures anymore but i have to say, i look hot here. Oh and the alpacas are cute too.

Chris was taking a picture of us but i fell in to a hole...simple shit like that makes Debby and Tanya Simpleton laugh hard.

each one has a grass in their mouth. These animals are incredibly sweet too. really. i'm getting one.

and this was Lilly. She had a tracheotomy and had to breath through that hole in her neck. SHE was INCREDIBLY loving. In fact, we couldn't get her off us... look at her little teeth sticking out. they dont have teeth on the top; just the bottom. weird huh.

She was quite smittened with Debby.

When she got oddly amorous, my brother, the protector, stepped in.




Then she took her business to me. I'm easier.

When we were getting ready to leave, we chatted with the owner for a few more minutes and Lilly came over and just pressed her long-ass neck in to my body to be petted. I just wanted to BEAT her!

the owner talked us in to going to her store (of course...money, money, money) and before i did i climbed on more hill and snapped this picture. she looks like Where the Wild Things Are.

We all suck together when it comes to spending money. But we have so much fun. and we all bought hats. Debby's hat was soooo friggin soft that when you touched the edges with your fingertips you cound't feel the hat. THAT'S how soft it was. (sorry it's blurry but the clear one that came out and looks good of the other two, i have 14 chins and its my blog so i ain't posting it)

Okay. this picutre is fricking hilarious. Debby is a russian model, chris is doing something gay and my ass is about 5 feet FROM center of photo. like you could slide right down my back in to a pool. hahhahahah....but really, i am skinny.

and THIS is from my iphone on the drive home...pretty good huh?

When we got home, Debby and i made a lovely salad full of deliciuos flavor that only Debby can create, and an hour later i was in bed, happy & sleepy.

as bad of a day as i had friday and started to on saturday a day with a friend and a brother completely 180'd me. it has spilled in to today too.

life is a long fucking road; but, pepper it with little rich things and it doesn't seem too undoable.

YAY!

I opened this box, and what did i see?

This beautiful iphone I bought just for me!

I had the hardest time getting the protective cover on. there's a few dog hairs in there; but, at least I got the phone protector thingie on. I already DO love it. when you text a message it sounds like a typewriter! ah the memories. (of a typewriter, i mean)

I'm at training in rancho cordova today and tomorrow and i'm so happy to be OUT of the office. i have friday off to do my spca training and other stuff after.

My diet is going pretty good. i've lost 8.2 pounds and only have 17.8 to go. oh god. really 27.8 if i want to get really skinny but i'm not sure i can. and maybe i'll just do another round of HCG after the holidays. what i NEED to do is start seriously working out. i may not need to get so low in weight if i got in shape. i'll use part of november, all of december and part of january to see if that strategy is going to work. let's hope so. 500 calories per day is draining my lifestyle.

God blogs are so selfish. how vain to think people are interested in my piddly little details of my life. but it's my blog so ... there you go.