I change directions more than a pigeon

So. The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many thing....

In particular, the time has come to speak of going back to Weight Watchers, because hot damn if I haven't just gone right back to where I was two years ago. And damn it, I am not happy. I am not happy that I've gained the weight back, I'm not happy that I cannot manage to control myself without them guiding me and above all I am not happy that dammit, I still eat when I'm stressed or when I'm angry or when I'm bored. I hate the fact that I medicate myself with food and the whole thing pisses me off.

But feeling crappy pisses me off more so there you go. It's back to the meetings with me. Feh.

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In other news, I learned how to make a pivot table last week. Go me!

(If someone had told me that at the age of 31 I would genuinely be happy because I learned how to make a pivot table, I would have beat the crap out of them.)

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I got my car fixed this week, and now all traces of my encounter with a Man Named Butt are gone. I added it up in my head and the rear end of my car has been damaged and repaired 4 times since I bought it back in 1999. Plus there was that one time when I ran into the guy with the front of my car because I was distracted by a neon sign and did not noticed that if I turned right I would totally rip the front of his car off. Basically, if my car was in one of the Carfax commercials, it would be crying like a baby about how horrible its life had been.

And yet it is still classified as being in "good" condition, which will come in handy when I get rid of it next year and get a new car.

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Oh, I put up some pictures from Costa Rica, so check those out here.

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MONKEYS!



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And now, because my brain is tired, I present Yet Another Meme:

I AM: a complicated mix of emotional goop these days.

I SAID: I hated guacamole and avaocados but it turns out that I like them now.

I WANT: to get back the motivation to get my ass into the gym.

I WISH: that there was a magic machine that I could step into and magically get the body of my dreams.

I HATE: the fact that I have Food Issues.

I MISS: my grandmother, at least 3 times a week.

I FEAR: the death of the people (and cats) that I love.

I HEAR: silence in the hallway, for the first time all day.

I WONDER: how long it will take us to pay off our credit cards.

I REGRET: not ordering the gorgeous brown boots I saw on sale on Zappos this week.

I AM NOT: a child hater just because I don't want kids of my own.

I DANCE: with better rhythm than people expect me to.

I SING: horribly, but happily.

I AM NOT ALWAYS: the nicest person to be around.

I MADE: all the table runners for the wedding, and from them I am going to make a quilt.

I WRITE: infrequently, which is something I need to change.

I CONFUSE: Kevin, all the time, because I am constantly changing my mind.

I NEED: to lose more weight than I care to think about.

I SHOULD: not have had so many cookies yesterday.

I START: craft projects without finishing them.

I FINISH: talking, eventually.

I BELIEVE: that pink is a happy color, that there is no such thing as too much pie or too much wine, and that puppies and kittens are necessities.

I KNOW: the words to more ABBA songs than I really care to admit.

I CAN: totally kick your ass at Uno.

I CAN’T: beat Kevin at Scrabble to save my life.

I SEE: three little dcuk erasers lined up in front of a picture of kevin and I that is 3 years old. Three years old! Whoa!

I BLOG: about really random stuff and seriously, how do people still read this stuff?

I READ: pretty much anything that has words.

I AM AROUSED BY: kisses on my back.

IT PISSES ME OFF: that even the FDA has been tainted by the Neo-Cons.

I FIND: change in the bottom of my purse and straw wrappers under my car seat.

I LIKE: hot tea, iced coffee, and warm bread.

I LOVE: snuggling into bed each night, surrounded by cats and Hubben.