Perfectly Flawed

Unfortunately, there comes a time when we must apparently.

I am no longer able to blog here.  Under this name.  On this page.

And I haven’t decided yet if or when or where there will be a new page.  The grown-up/professional/responsible thing to do would be to confine myself to pen and paper… but we’ll see how that goes.  Methinks it might be like going back to dial up after becoming used to a T1 line…

But it is no longer prudent to remain vocal here.  Not when it is impacting my life via my employment.

So we do what we must.

I am glad to have met the people I have here…and appreciate every. single. comment. left.  Sincerely.  I will make an effort to continue to comment on YOUR blogs, when I can, there just won’t be a link back here.

<3, Xs, and Os

Squish

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Thursday morning Irish and I woke up at 4 AM.  We showered and did the last minute packing of toiletries and odds and ends and woke up the Roommate and our Fourth wheel.  (Remember, the roommate is George.  And note that going forward in this tale we will call the Fourth wheel Dan.)

George and Dan had been up doing laundry til after midnight and were moving a little slower than Irish and I, but we were all packing and in the car and heading down the highway by 6 AM.  We were all checked in and had bought breakfast and water and found a spot to sit before 7.

Our flight even left a little AHEAD of schedule.

And then…

Oooohhhhh and then…

Then it all went horribly, horribly wrong.

We made it to Nashville.  The pilot turned on the fasten seat-belt sign and announced we were going to make our descent, mentioning it would be a bit bumpy due to turbulence.

Only we didn’t land.

Because we couldn’t.

Because it wasn’t just turbulence.  It was storm force winds blowing the entire plane sideways and refusing to allow the plane to descend in altitude.

So, the captain announced we were being re-routed to Louisville due to weather issues.

Irish and I had shows we had planned to see that started at three.  We had planned our arrival time to allow just enough time to eat, shop, setup camp and get to the show.  This screwed that plan.

And then the kids started.

“I’m hungry.”  “When are we going?”  “Are we there, yet?”  “WHHHHHHYYYYYY can’t I get off the plane?!?”

Luckily, we only stayed in Lousiville for about an hour… so there was “no need” for everyone to exit the plane.

And an hour later we were BACK on our way to Nashville, with a successful landing this time.  So we hurry to Baggage Claim… to wait for our bags…  And then hurry to the Rental Car station… to wait in line…

Only to find out they gave our car away.

Oh yes.  Gave away our RESERVED compact SUV we’d ordered specifically to give us more space for tents.  AND wanted to charge us $800 to “upgrade” us to a MINIVAN.

/sigh

An hour later we had our minivan, as a complimentary upgrade.

And we were off.  We needed groceries, tarps, a cooler and alcohol.  Super-Target seemed the best bet, since it was right off the highway… but they had no tarps.  So we got directions to WalMart…

Only we didn’t see the walmart…

and still didn’t see the walmart…

BUT – there was a hardware store.

And they had tarps.

And directions to the NEXT COUNTY where liquor was sold.  And the knowledge that the county Bonnaroo was in, is a dry county.  And a shortcut to avoid most of the Bonnaroo traffic on the highway…

So we set off again.  Bought our liquor and headed down the road.

We actually only waited in line to get in the gate for about an hour and a half, which is not bad at all…  And then we were directed into Camp Mr. Miagi.

Where we met Ryan and AJ.  The coolest neighbors with the best “flag” ever.  And they agreed to share space with us since the tent Irish had bought for us was HUGE and wouldn’t with George and Dan’s tent in the little space allocated for us.

So we unpacked our tents…

And then discovered someone had stolen the rain-cover out of the box before Irish bought our tent.

So we didn’t have one…

And the sky was quickly darkening… and we’d already had weather issues once this day…  and our tent is entirely made of mesh from six inches off the ground to the very top – on all five sides.

SO…

We took the tarp from underneath the tent and rigged it to cover the top as best we could and waited to see how much rain made it through…  and then cringed at the puddles that formed and adjusted our sleeping mats to the driest possible position in the tent based on wind and puddle formation when the rains started.

Eventually George and Dan gave us the tarp from underneath their tent as well… which was handy… because it STORMED all night long and we would have been soaked without the second tarp.

<3 George and Dan for that tarp.

We went and grabbed dinner.  The best corndog the boys had ever had, and the equally good chicken pita for me.  We located the ice truck and acquired schedules and maps.

Then the phone calls started… saying that tornadoes were touching down half a mile from our home.  where my and george’s cars were parked.  Rumors of golfball sized hail…

And all you can do is ask someone else to check on your car for you the next day and let you know if your windshield makes it through intact…

So we decided to scrap the day.  We didn’t go to any shows Thursday.  It seemed best to just go to bed… and let Friday be a new day.

So we went in to lay down…  and Irish’s sleeping mat popped.  He’d overfilled it with air.  And he hadn’t brought a pillow because the way the mats inflated “provided a pillow.”

So I gave him my pillow and balled up my hoodie to stick under my head and together we passed out hoping our tarps would keep at least most of the water off of us.

And then the chicken decided to hate me.

And then the FratBoys behind us came back from their night of revelry and decided 4 AM was the perfect time to announce to the world they had no weed, REPEATEDLY, and examine each others’ “tits.”

Thank god for the people behind THEM who offered to smoke them out just to shut them up.

And so, we passed out again.

And then…

Ohhhhh and then…

it was Friday.

And Friday was A New Day.

Have you had a horrible start to a vacation?  What happened?

Would you have gone to see shows anyway?  Slept in the Minivan and said “screw the tent” altogether?

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Okay, that’s a lie.  I’ll be back next Wednesday.  I will most likely not post again til we are back from vacation.  <3 you guys.

IT’S BONNAROO TIME!!!!!!!!

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One Tribe

The Black Eyed Peas – The E.N.D.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Woah-oh-oh-oh-ooooh!
Oh-woah-oh!

One Tri…
One Tri…

One Tribe, One Time, One Planet, One Race
Its all one blood, don’t care about your face
The color of your eye
Or the tone of your skin
Don’t care where you are
Don’t care where you been
Cause where we gonna go
Is where we wanna be
The place where the native language is Unity
And the continent is called Pangaea
And the main ideas are connected like a spear
No propaganda, They tried to upper hand us

Cause man I’m loving this peace
Man, man, I’m loving this peace
Man, man, I’m loving this peace

I don’t need no leader
That’s gonna force feed a
Concept that make me think I need to
Fear my brother and fear my sister
And shoot my neighbor

With my big missile

If I had an enemy to [enemy]
If I had an enemy to [enemy]
If I had an enemy
Then my enemy is gonna try to come and kill me
Cause I’m his enemy

There’s one tribe ya’ll
One tribe ya’ll
One tribe ya’ll
One tribe ya’ll
We are one people

Let’s cast amnesia, forget about all that evil
Forget about all that evil, that evil that they feed ya
Let’s cast amnesia, forget about all that evil
That evil that they feed ya
Remember that we’re one people

We are one people
One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]

One tribe, one tribe
One tribe, one time, one planet, one [race]
Race, one love, one people, one [and]
Too many things that’s causing one [to]
Forget about the main cause
Connecting, uniting
But the evil is seen and alive in us
So our hopes are colliding
And our peace is sinking like Poseidon
But, we know that the one [one]
The evil one is threatened by the sum [sum]
So he’ll come and try and separate the sum
But he dumb, he didn’t know we had a way to overcome
Rejuvenated by the beating of the drum
Come together by the cycle of the hum
Freedom when all become one [one]
Forever

One tribe ya’ll
One tribe ya’ll
One tribe ya’ll

We are one people
Let’s cast amnesia
Forget about all that evil [evil]
Forget about all that evil [evil]
That evil that they feed ya
Let’s cast amnesia
Forget about all that evil [evil]
That evil, that they feed ya [feed ya]
Remember that we’re one people
We are one people

One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]

One love, one blood, one people
One heart, one beat, we equal
Connected like the internet
United that’s how we do
Lets break walls, so we see through
Let love and peace lead you
We could overcome the complication cause we need to
Help each other, make these changes
Brother, sister, rearrange this
The way I’m thinking that we can change this bad condition
Wait, use you mind and not your greed
Let’s connect and then proceed
This is something I believe
We are one, we’re all just people

One tribe ya’ll
One tribe ya’ll
One tribe ya’ll

We are one people
Let’s cast amnesia
Forget about all that evil
Forget about all that evil, that evil that they feed ya
Let’s cast amnesia
Let’s cast amnesia, forget about all that evil
That evil, that they feed ya
We’re one tribe ya’ll
We people, we people
One tribe ya’ll

One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]
One people, one people [One People]

Lets, lets cast amnesia
Lord help me out
Trying to figure out what its all about [what its all about]
Cause we’re one in the same [one in the same]
Same joy, same pain
And I hope that you’re there when I need ya
Cause maybe we need amnesia
And I don’t wanna sound like a preacher
But we need to be one
One world, one love, one passion
One tribe, one understanding
Cause you and me can become one.

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Dear McDonalds,

I know you must overwhelmed with hate-mail.  With the economy in the dumps and the obesity epidemic America is experiencing, you can’t be high on many people’s lists…

But you are on mine.

Allow me to explain.

I’m on a “diet” of sorts.  I can’t call it a diet, because I cheat too often and can’t afford to buy the things I need to eat like I should.

Don’t give me that look.  Go look at the price difference between Kashi and Kellog’s poptarts, or fresh fish and a frozen pizza.  Being healthy is expensive.  And my other half just got laid off.  A girl has to make SOME compromises, and unfortunately, rent has to come before my Granola and spinach.

But I am making a conscious effort to eat as best as can.

And, as such, there are some things that I just can’t rationalize to myself… such as Fast Food in general, and McDonald’s food to be specific.  You see, I can’t walk into a McDonalds and order a salad like I could at Wendy’s or Jack In the Box.  For one, (let’s be honest here!) your salads are shit.  and for two…

You offer the Double Cheeseburger.  FOR. A. DOLLAR.

I’m on to you, clever marketing man.  It’s about the economy, isn’t it?  You’re just trying to help.  I can’t even buy the makings for a DOUBLE Cheeseburger at the store for under a dollar.  *waves wand and chants*  “do not pay attention to the calories in this burger.”    “do not pay attention to the calories in this burger.”    “do not pay attention to the calories in this burger.”    “do not pay attention to the calories in this burger.”   

uh huh.

Like I said, I’m on to you!

I cannot ignore the calories in your One Dollar Double Cheeseburger.

And this week is “clean out the freezer of all un-wanted-eaten frozen lunches.

Seriously, I wouldn’t feed today’s lunch to my friend’s dogs…

So I sat here, and argued with myself.  I debated for more than an hour whether I should make today a “cheat” day and gift some random soul in the office with a -tasty lunch- frozen mash of some sort with only 200 calories and ONE GRAM OF FAT!!!

Until my stomach let half the office know of it’s abuse at my hands.

At which time there wasn’t time to make the drive to your establishment and wait in line for your tasty One Dollar Double Cheeseburger.

So I made my frozen lunch.

And BECAUSE I had waited so long, argueing with myself, and was SO Hungry…

it actually doesn’t taste that bad now.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s still not good…  but it ain’t so bad now either.

I may do this every day now.

And you, McDonalds, will be partially responsible for me being able to fit into the wedding gown I want.

Bet you never thought you’d be able to say that, would you?

(Speaking of… If I agree to let you use this story to help you image on the obesity-crises front, will you help pay for said wedding now?  Cause that would be even more awesome.  Just sayin.  Rack up the good karma while you can.)

<3
Squish

What is the worst frozen dinner/lunch you have ever had?

If you could have ONE FOOD ITEM right now, what would it be?

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I kept telling myself I would wait til next week to do this… but next weekend I will be out of town, with no internet…  So I’m doing it now.

I never thought I would have an Other.  Someone who could put up with my shit for more than a few days at a time.  Someone to wake up with/to every morning and make me feel safe and happy.  Someone to make all the other shit in my life not matter so much…

I was perfectly happy with my Mr. RightNows occassionally popping through my life… Almost as happy to see them go as I was to see them arrive most of the time.  I didn’t feel like I wasn’t whole.  I didn’t feel like I was missing an Other, like my heart wasn’t complete.

I wasn’t even looking for it that night almost a year ago.  I was just looking for a good time.  Honestly.  I had decided that I didn’t WANT a relationship.  That they were too much work and effort and time, but a girl’s got needs…  And, obviously, when she is drunk is the best time to take care of them.

I’d been eyeing him all night.  I was impresed that he took the Yaygerbomb when asked.  Most people turn them down…  I was even more impressed that he was able to shoot it, rather than try to sip it like his roommates were doing.  (Yes, the ability to keep up with my drinking is a hell of a turn on, even now that I don’t do it nearly as often and my tolerance has dropped…)

But I stepped outside for a few minutes, and when I came back he was gone.

Oh well.  Such is life.

But I told my friend her roommate was hot.

And then her husband was off playing Cupid via txt.

The next thing I knew someone else was taking the birthday girl I’d promised a ride home back to her house for me, and I was in my friends’ SUV on my way to meet up with The Guy I’d been staring at all night… at the strip club.  And then I was shoved into his car to ride to the afterparty.  And then to ride back out to their house in BFE…

And he had Carrie Underwood playing.

O_o

I loves me some Carrie… but it was NOT what I was expecting from The Guy.

And then, when we got to their house in BFE, I was put in HIS TV room to sleep.  (Tho I didn’t know it at the time.)

I was exhausted.  I was pleased with the events of the night and wanted to sleep.

But no.  The Guy decided it was TV Time.  And came in to sit on MY BED (read: his couch) to watch TV.  So I decided he could be a footstool.  Hours later, he informed me that I could sleep in his bed, cause he was gentleman.

I seriously thought (read: hoped) he was joking.

But he wasn’t.

We slept.

And I never would have guessed that 51 weeks later he would still be sleeping beside me.  I would never have guessed that *I* would want him to continue sleeping beside me for the rest of my life.

He is my Other.  The one who makes EVERYTHING allright, just by being.  The reason I can say “I love my life,” and mean it whole-heartedly, even when I am broke and everyone hates me and I hate them back more and I’m feeling particularly fat and work sucks donkey balls.  The reason I try not to cry when my feelings get hurt – because ultimately the things that hurt my feelings don’t matter because they aren’t him.  And when it is him who hurts my feelings, he is the one who I ALWAYS know did not intend to do so.  The only person on the face of this planet I trust whole-heartedly with my Self.

It has been 51 weeks since I met him.  In 53 weeks I will marry him.  And if I get a day less than 57 years after that, God will have some SERIOUS explaining to do.

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Or: Why I can no longer talk at work.  Period.

It’s been a bad week.  And I’m not gonna lie, part of it most likely sprang from forcing Aunt Flo to come to town earlier than she had originally planned.  It has been infinitely easier to piss me off the last few days.  More people would understand if they had my reproductive system, but since they don’t – most people think I am just exxagerating the pain.

I’ve learned to deal with that assumption.

I have a coworker it is infinitely harder to work with on a NORMAL day than anyone else.  He is a good guy – personally, but professionally it is a whole other story.  He doesn’t like HIS job, so he chooses, consistently, on an every day basis – to do someone else’s.  He does IT’s work.  He does our COMPETITORS’ work.  Everyone’s work but his teammate’s.  The things WE need help with are too boring, so he finds ways to be too busy to help us.  Forcing us to do more than our share of our TEAMs work.  Every. Single. Day. is a fight to keep him focused, to try to get him to help, to redirect his energy.  I have yet to succeed, and I’ve been trying for almost two years.  It’s infuriating.

I do not hate him, but I hate working with him.

When you put the above two situations together… yeah, you get where I’m going.

It’s been a bad week.

And yesterday, after I’d left for the day, he sent me a snarky email.

Which set me right the hell off at 8:30 this morning, when I walked in.  And apparently someone tattled on me.  To my new boss.  Who I had already drafted an email to outlining the situation and the past history of the situation and my wishes… but was waiting to send said email to until after Aunt Flo left town so I could edit the tone and take out the cursing without scrapping the whole damn email.

So once again, all over again – it’s going to be assumed that I just don’t like him.  That we have a personality conflict.  That this is a “growth opportunity” for me.

I never wanted to be a manager.  I never wanted to be a team lead.  I’m good at it, don’t get me wrong… NOBODY can reign this guy in fully and I manage better than others…

I was ASKED to take responsibility for this team.  I was EXPECTED to run it so that our AR/OPM/PPM could focus on their clients.  So I did.  Until this guy came along.

And now I know that I am going to have to choose between being at least CONTENT at my job for eight hours a day (knowing I won’t be HAPPY on another team)… or staying on the Team I have built, doing the work I love, but with a complete asshat of a teammate who makes me miserable for eight hours a day, five days a week.

I also have given a rather shitty first impresion to my new boss.  And that sucks.

Part of me wonders if maybe I am crazy.  If maybe, just maybe, it isn’t normal to not be capable of reigning in your emotions… because no matter how hard I try, I can’t.  Maybe I should talk to a doctor…and see about medicating myself into normalacy…  ya know, with the money I would pull out of my ass.

Because it sucks to not be able to trust yourself.  To know that the only way to keep from having emotional outbursts at work now is to completely retreat inward.  With everyone.  To go in, do my job, and come home.  No talking that is not work related.  No breaks with other people…  Head down, headphones in, emotions shut the fuck down.  Knowing that the people around you won’t allow that.   Knowing that the issue is that he doesn’t respect your authority -because technically you have none- and you are still going to have make authoritative decisions.  And that he is still going to find a way around them.  Which is insulting…

Today is the shittiest day ever… and my brain hurts.

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It’s come to Jesus time in Squishville…

Urbandictionary.com defines Come To Jesus as:

Everyone strap on your big-girl panties and/or remind yourself you’re a boy and thus not allowed to cry.

Squishville is also known as this – MY blog.  Yes.  It’s MY blog.  Not yours.  Thus, it will reflect MY opinions, thoughts, and emotions.  It is MY outlet. 

It is not a relection on anyone else.  I welcome comments and constructive criticism and interaction, but I will not tolerate being told what to write or how to write it.  And I am NOT going to be held responsible for how what you read impacts your emotional state.

Yes, I bitch here.  I might even bitch about (gasp!) you.  I might write things I may or may not have said to your face. 

DO NOT GET YOUR PANTIES ALL TWISTED OVER MY BLOG.

Yes, I am honest here.  Yes, the things I write are what I am feeling/thinking in that moment.

It is not “the truth about how I feel about you.”  It is not the totality of how I feel about you.  It is a microchasm of it.   

And I am not so different in this than the rest of humanity – there is NO ONE in my life who could honestly say they haven’t been overly irritated with me at some point and not said anything for one reason or another.  Maybe they know they’re having a bad day and I didn’t really do anything to deserve their anger.  Maybe they know it’s part of who I am and that 99.9% of the time it doesn’t bother them so why bring it up just because TODAY happens to be different?  blah blah blah

Do you not know me?

My emotions are complex and layers within layers wrapped in still more layers.  They are intense and overwhelming at all times.

*I* know myself.  I know I am overly emotional.

That’s part of why I blog.  To calm myself.  To allow myself to continue to love the people I do.  To spare them the venom they may not entirely deserve. 

Believe that if I truly believe you deserve it, and/or decide you don’t matter anymore, you WILL get the venom without the filter.

Also know that I’m on hormone pills.  I am infinitely more hormonal, on average, than your average woman.  I’m what they call an Alpha-Female.  So much so that my hormones can, and do, affect the other women, even the ones just on the fringes of my life.

So, every three months, when Squish moves from hormone-happy-pills to placebos, all hell breaks loose.  And the filter breaks.  Every emotion that runs through me comes out, whether verbally or in written format.

Is there a modicum of truth in my emotional reactions during this time? Yes.  Absolutely.  I may get irritated at this, that or the other… but if it hasn’t been enough to make me walk away yet; if I haven’t mentioned it to you yet, then don’t sweat it.  It’s 99.99% most likely just hormones.

If it REALLY bothers you, wait a week to make sure the hormone-happies are safely back in place and ASK ME about it.

Maybe it wasn’t YOU I was talking about.  Maybe YOU should look into why you feel so guilty/angry/whatever.  *I* am not responsible for YOUR emotions.  Period.  Just as you are not responsible for mine.

I never name names here.  I am never in any way specific about who I am irritated with unless they don’t matter.  SO IF YOU DO NOT SEE YOUR NAME/CLEARLY SPECIFIC INFORMATION THAT PERTAINS TO YOU – CHILL THE FUCK OUT.  Or quit reading.  If you are a glutton for punishment, and too passive-agressive to ASK ME about whether or not a specific blog was specifically about you – there is nothing I can do for you.

Get your own blog and write about how horrible a person I am.  And how I hurt your feelings.  ANd warn the world about the evil that is Squish – whatever.  I don’t particularly care, and you wouldn’t be the first to do it.  And no, I wouldn’t read it.  *I* like who I am, what anyone else thinks doesn’t really matter. 

 
Bottom Line:

I am a bitch.  I have never claimed to be anything different.  I blog.  It’s what I do.  EVERYONE who knows me should know they will wind up in a blog eventually.  I am respectful about it, and never name names.  This ambiguity could cause understandable misunderstandings.  ASK ME BEFORE YOU DECIDE I REALLY MUST HATE YOU AND GET ALL EMO ABOUT IT.

I have no patience for passive-aggressiveness.  Or for people who have the gall to tell me what they think are and are not acceptable topics for MY blog.  Keep them to yourself or expect a resounding FUCK OFF to come your direction.

I love the people in my life enough to attempt to spare them the worst of my emotions.  But if pushed, if that is not recognized/appreciated/respected, I will not hesitate to cut someone out of my life and not look back. 

I make no apologies.

If you can’t handle that – stop reading.

/squish out

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Duran Duran makes everything alright.

I realized last night on the phone how much I am in need of my Tribe.  How much I separated myself from them all in the last few months.  Not having a phone that worked in my apartment impacted my life more than I realized.  I have felt so disconnected…upset because I couldn’t communicate with anyone verbally… and I more than anyone know how hard it is to read all the blogs you want to every day.

But I spent ten minutes on the phone with Our Center last night…and it made everything lighter.  I don’t know if that will really even begin to make sense to anyone who doesn’t Tribe, but it is what it is.

I don’t think Gigi reads my blogs here.  But she mentioned things happening for a reason.  She mentioned good coming out of something that seemed so very, very bad.  That’s one of my favorite things about my Tribe.  That they can and will and do say what I need to hear without knowing I need to hear it.

I have two weeks til Bonnaroo.  Two weeks and three days til I am back in Nashville, in the Center, with my Gigi.  Imma squeeze her til we both pop.  And then Imma squeeze her some more.  And then we’ll drink wine and eat lasagna and just Be.  And then we will sleep and we will wake up and I will fly home.

It’s only one night… but knowing that one night is coming has settled me.  Has centered me.

Finally getting the grocery list made helped…as did the notification that I could go ahead with the planning of my wedding… as planned.

And I made a new WoW character and named her Squyshie.  This makes me giggle more than I could ever explain to anyone who doesn’t play WoW.

It may also just be hormones.  We’re doing the “Not gonna have Aunt Flo around for Bonnaroo” rescheduling.  It’s…interesting to say the least.  I think most women would agree that the stress of WAITING for the period to start is worse than almost anything else.  Knowing it’s coming, but unsure of exactly when, having to be prepared and quickly efficient…  *head spins off in cloud of smoke*

It’s possible that having something more immediate, but smaller, to stress about has just made it SEEM lighter.  Life works that way sometimes.

However you slice it, pie is pie.  And today I am listening to Duran Duran, Michael Jackson, Prince and The Scabs – and it is pie.  And in two more hours I will leave work and head to the bar to celebrate Irish being officially unemployed.  And tomorrow I will go see No Doubt and Paramore in Dallas.  And see my sister.  Possibly Pammie Sue if I can find a number for her again…  And my hair is finally a length I can deal with, no longer in that in-between stage.  It is officially long again.  for me.  Just past my shoulders and in need of a trim so it will keep growing. 

These are happy things.  These are pie.

And -

Better than pie -

I let myself step on the scale today for the first time in two weeks.  And I am officially under 180 pounds finally.  After being stuck at 185 for about six weeks, I did a dance this morning.  And put on a dress, even though I am still not completely okay with how I look in it.  I made myself get pretty.  I even put on makeup.  I am not where I want to be yet, but I am on my way again.  And I am dedicated to this diet revamp.  It’s a dance to balance health and finances… but I will make it work.

Having to buy the healthy things I want out of my own money will keep me from going out to dinner/for drinks and taking in unneccesary calories anyway.

 
What is your favorite mindless happy music?

If you were going camping with a zillion hippies for four days, what is the one thing you wouldn’t leave home without?

What in your life is better than pie?

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