Presentations

Tomorrow I will be heading up a PowerPoint presentation on something I've been working on for more than six months. Since I'm pretty sure it's going to be a long and tedious meeting (not because my presentation will be boring, but because a couple people on my team DO NOT like change.-Don't get me started on how this is the Internet world I work in, and if they have a problem with change, they should find another medium to work in.) I decided to bring in some chips and queso to distract them.

The game plan: Wait until they are all seated and stuffing their faces. Then try to get through as much as my presentation as possible before they swallow so they can't object. Think it will work?

Nah, I don't suspect this meeting will really be that bad, but I know it will be met with opposition by a couple people on my team, and I'll get to stand up there and defend my reasons for everything. I just know it's going to be a long and tiring meeting for me. The whole project tires my brain every time I get into it.

But the queso is going to be great! I'm making two kinds. One with Pepper Jack cheeze, and one with Velveeta and beef.

Good Friends

I heard this on the radio and almost spit my pop all over my windshield.

Good friends are like butt cheeks.

You can pull them apart, but they always come back together.

Love it! And so true.

Brad Vs. Kermit

This Day in History - 1985

New Coke Introduced

New Coke was the sweeter drink introduced in 1985 by The Coca-Cola Company to replace its flagship soda, Coca-Cola. The move was intended to cater to a seeming public preference for a sweeter soft drink and to combat Pepsi's growing popularity. Public reaction was devastating, and the new cola quickly entered the pantheon of major marketing flops.

Cancer

I got a phone couple days ago from a crying sister. Apparently, my parents took the dog to the vet and he has a tumor on his throat. It's cancer and there is nothing that can be done. He's still walking around all happy go lucky though. So what does a person do? Put a happy dog down, or let it die slowly? I'm just glad I'm not there to see the little guy. I cried for about 3 weeks when I took home an orphaned kitten and it died on the third day that I had it. Then a few months later a coworker made a joke about me "killing that kitten" and I started crying again. So I'm very glad I'm far removed from this one. We've had that dog since 9th grade (I think).

One night, when my dad was beating the crap out of me, after throwing me across the kitchen table, I took off out the back door. Barefoot. I just ran and ran and ran to get away. When I finally stopped to catch my breath, our bran new little puppy was barking at me. He had been at my heels the whole time. I remember hiding in alleyways and finally finding a friend from school's house to hide in. Of course, by my running away from the bastard, I was sure to get it even worse when I returned. I am sure I wouldn't have gone back to that house if I didn't have that pup. My dad and I didn't speak to each other again until Christmas Eve, when he had his heart attack. That was several months later. After his brush with death, he stopped being an old bastard.

This picture is from the first night we brought him home.

This is a picture from last winter.

Skirt Day!

I am wearing a skirt.  I can't remember the last time I wore a skirt.  Apparently, I'm known for wearing skirts because my friends that have known me for a while have mentioned throughout the years how I wear skirts often.  Who knew?  I guess if you looked in my closet, you'd definitely think that was true.  However, I haven't wore many skirts since I moved to this iceberg of a state.  Now that I've lost 10 pounds, I decided to shave the trees off my legs (I've been growing them for extra warmth in the winter) and slap on a skirt.  Although a lot of them don't fit me anymore/yet, I found one that does, and I have to say, I look cute.  :o)  I then weighed myself in it, to make sure that it wasn't going to set me over my last weeks weight when I weigh in this morning.  Should be good to go!  I'm even wearing a sleeveless top, even though I have a sweater handy for when I get cold.  Which is about now.

 

I also found an amazing new razor.  I bought the Venus Breeze razor the other day.  It has shave gel around the razor blades.  I thought for sure this was going to suck, but I needed a new razor, it was on sale, and I figured I could buy different razor heads for it when I was done with the ones that came with it.  Well, this morning was HEAVEN!.  Normally, I have to lather up the shave cream to make sure I don't get razor burn (I have sensitive skin.  It sucks.)  But today I just grabbed the razor and started shaving.  LOVED it!  Loved it!  My legs were so smooth when I dried myself off.  I just want to rub up against them today.  (but I won't because I might start chirping like a cricket.) I don't know how long this gel crap is going to stay on the razor, but for now, I think I found my newest favorite thing.

 

 

Weekend Updates

There are some cute wittle kitty pictures hanging in our break room. They have the brightest blue eyes. It's very tempting for me to get one. (Some lady is giving them away.) DJ thinks I should get a cat rather than a dog because of my need for cuddling, but I think I'd rather have a dog that I can walk, and play ball with. And take fishing and all that jazz too.

I got a free recliner this weekend! And it's not ugly either. Gotta love that! We've been looking for a chair for the living room for a while. I actually want a nice leather arm chair and ottoman, but because I have this husband, I have to compromise. He wants something comfortable that he can recline in. So I decided I could settle for a recliner so long as it's not terribly horrible. I found a couple cute ones that are a beige colored suede that would go well with my purple velvet couch. But then this weekend, one of his uncles told us he had one that we could have that has hardly been used. So I politely said we could look at it. (Totally thinking, Ummm... no because it's going to be huge and ugly.) It wasn't. It's a smaller size recliner, a solid light brown color. Not something I'd pay for, but it does look barely used, and it's free. So I'll put up with it in my house for a while. If I get sick of it, I can always re-upholster it right? Right.

WW Update

Yesterday was the last day of our  the first WW session.  I was pretty pissed because I thought I was going to weigh in less than I did.  I wanted to at least make the 10 pound mark.  Instead I only made 8.  Looking at the numbers, I guess you could say I am a complete failure. 

 

My goal:  22.6 pounds in 13 weeks = 1.74 pounds per week

My accomplishment:  7.6 pounds = .58 pounds per week

33% of my goal. 

 

That's terrible. Although, at least I am losing. So maybe not a complete failure.  I gave up my goal of 2.5 pounds per week at about week 8.  And just decided to go for 10 total.  Failed at that too.  But I know what the problem is.  The weather is so bad in this miserable state, that I haven't been working out.  That should change with the next session. 

 

Then this morning I wake up with terrible cramps.    (Yep.  That shitty aunt flow- as we called it in HS is in town.)  When I weighed myself this morning I was 2.2 pounds less than yesterday.  If I had weighed in like that yesterday, I would have at least made my 10 pounds.  I'm hoping it was water weight and that I really weigh what I do today.   

 

 Last night I totally binged though.  Said "the hell with it!"  and went to Taco Bell.  Had 3 tacos (12pts), then after we drove around looking at houses for sale, DJ wanted to get DQ.  So we went there.  Usually I only eat 1/2 of a small blizzard.  But since I was throwing it all to the wind, I ate the whole thing (13pts).  Which means I consumed 25 pts just for dinner, and that is my total daily allotment of points!  For the whole day...  I ate that for dinner...   Prior to dinner I ate pretty well : 

 

Breakfast 5 pts

Lunch 5 pts

Snack 2 pts

 

I feel like a fat bloated cow today.  I had to unbutton my jeans to feel comfortable in my pants.  Hopefully I'll remember to rebutton them when I get up and leave my office. 

 

Today I'm off to a good start though: 

 

Breakfast 2 pts

Talking Dog

A guy is driving around Tennessee and he sees a sign in front of a house: "Talking Dog For Sale." He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a Labrador retriever sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the Lab replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down.I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security wandering near suspicious characters & listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired." The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog."
"Ten dollars," the guy says.
"Ten dollars? This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
"Because he's a liar. He never did any of that stuff. "

A Goose Came to Fargo

One of my most favorite things about living where I did in the Cities was, each year the geese would move in, have their babies.  It was so much fun watching them move their whole clan of babies around.   There was this one street behing my old office where they'd cross the street, and it was hilarious to see the adults sneak out, and then freak out and turn around and run back.  They'd actually hold up traffic from time to time, but it wasn't ever a big deal because they moved fast enough, and then you were on your way.  Even though every year you have some asshole that desides to plow all the babies over and kill most of them.  Bastards!  There were also two Mallard Ducks that would swim around the pool in my old complex until it got warm enough to be overtaken by humans.  But even then, in the mornings, I'd catch those two birds floating around, heads tucked into their wings, napping.  Just napping and floating.  That's the life!  I would always check for them every morning before I left to see what they were up to.

 

Anyway. Point is, I miss the big birds.  They don't come to Fargo.  It's like they know how much this place bites.  Why fly all the way up here from Florida or Mexico and go to Fargo?  I wouldn't do it.  One of the things that I think is fun to watch, is the return of these birds.  At the farm, it's almost like they are invading to watch the numbers that fly over on their way to their summer homes.  And to hear them squack at eachother is also a fun thing to hear in the spring.  Anywhooo.... 

 

Today on my way back from lunch, I got out of my car, and I heard a goose.  I turned around and there was one lone goose, landing by the riverside.  I've never seen a goose in Fargo before.  Not all year last year.  I assume he/she was just passing through, but still it was fun to hear and see!

What the $%@&!

Here is the weather pattern that I've had to deal with for the past week.

 

Monday:  Fabulously beautiful!  No coat required

Tuesday:  Fabulously beautiful!  No coat required

Wednesday:  Raining

Thursday:  Pouring

Friday:  Pouring

Saturday:  Raining and Pouring

Sunday:  Snowing

Monday:  Fricken Cold!

Tuesday:  Blizzard conditions. 

 

I had a 1 foot snow drift to walk through to get to my car because someone I'm married to didn't move my car into the garage like he said he would last night. I'm not very happy with him....  My feet are freezing now, and my pant legs are wet and cold.  I could barely see the road this morning.  It's freakish!

Oh My.... Where to Begin

My MIL, who is religious, sent me this email forward today. This is what happens to people who live in bubbles for most of their lives.

Subject: How the Phone Should be Answered

Good morning, welcome to the United States of America .

Press "1" for English.

Press "2" to disconnect until you learn to speak English

And remember only two defining forces have ever

offered to die for you, Jesus Christ

and the American Soldier.

One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.

I'm so offended and appalled by this email that I don't even know where to begin. I know. I'll start with my "reply to all" that I send back after reading this type of crap.

"I have two great grandparents that came her from Poland. I have a Grandmother and her brothers who also traveled here from other countries. My great grandparents never learned English. They came here to give their families a better life. I am here because of them. I am sure most of you have a similar story of family immigration. I ask that you all think twice before jumping quickly to judgment to those that are immigrating here in modern times. Every single person that is here in America today, comes from somewhere else.

I don't believe that Jesus would agree with this form of out casting people who are different than us, for our families too, were once new to this country. I for one feel very lucky to be born an American so I don't have to experience the terrible things that those in other countries experience on a daily basis. I thank God daily for the good fortunes that I have. Instead of out casting people that I don't understand because of a language, I choose to look at myself and ask "What can I do to help them learn and experience the things I love so dear about this country?"

The next time it bothers you that someone doesn't speak English, think of your own ancestors and how hard it must have been for them to learn a whole new culture. I for one would never slam the phone down on my Great-grandfather just because he doesn't speak English!"

I didn't bother to get into these points:

1. You don't even know if this "non-English speaker" is in the process of learning English. Maybe they are, and if you slammed the phone down on them, you aren't very Christian for trying to help a fellow child of God out.

2. Since when did God say it was alright to be your own judge?

3. Since when did God say it was alright to hold yourself of a higher standard than those around you?

4. Unless your ancestry is indigenous to this land, you too are an immigrant that spoke an language other than American English at one point in time.

5. JESUS DIDN'T EVEN SPEAK ENGLISH! So does that mean that the sender of this email would hang up on Jesus?!

6. Jesus didn't live in AMERICA, so why would he favor America over all other lands?

7. If Jesus and American Soldiers are the only ones willing to give up their lives for me, then how do you explain all the other races of mortalities that are reported on the news daily? It sure seems that there are more than American's loosing their lives for a cause they feel strongly about.

I could go on for a long time. But I won't because I'm at work, and it could take me all day. I really wish I would have put point 5 & 6 in my response though. But I sent it off before it got too long, and before my blood started to boil over.

Announcements

I am wearing a pair of pants that I have not worn in a few months.  I stopped wearing them because they don't have any stretch materials in them, and my fat ass thighs were getting to be a little too snug in them when I sat down.  They are still a little snug, but not to the point where someone would look at me and think, "Damn!  Girl needs to be get a new pair of jeans!"  So...  Go me!

 

I haven't updated my ticker yet because I haven't had an "official"  weigh in, but I am pretty sure that I can say I am "unofficially, officially" stating that I am below 1x0.  You can fill in the x to be whatever you like it to be.  (I personally fantasize it to be a 5.)