tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102782012011-04-21T11:25:30.269-07:00So it's on the Internet...what, like anyone's ever gonna read it?!jenna sais quoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10231908337644628355noreply@blogger.comBlogger2921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10278201.post-78031020007226555662007-12-13T12:10:00.000-08:002007-12-13T12:12:09.473-08:00

Guess what? It sucks. But at least I will have clean underwear. And hopefully, whatever died in the fridge was hiding in the bag of squishy apricots.

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Secret Squirrel and I went out to catch up with each other last night. She arrived home from a two-week trip to Italy, then her mom was having health probs, and then she needed to be out of town for work, and it adds up to us not hanging out in almost a month. We went to P.F. Changs, then over to Borders to use their goddamned impossibly good coupons. 3 CD's for $10.45 each? We'll take 30. As a

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1. Baby penguins. Even when they make me cry. I think they are the cutest animal babies ever. (And yes, that is a bold statement, but I am prepared to back it up. 2. Knitting- relaxing, engaging, incredibly frustrating, but also incredibly rewarding. 3. Kids books. I have the whole Anne Of Green Gables set, Chonicles of Narnia, all the Louisa May Alcott stuff, and of course,

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So Secret Squirrel and I went to Jack's First Show on Friday night. We had a great time counting mullets and breast implants. The music was fantastic too!The Stray Cats (original lineup! EEeeeeeeee!) started off, and they were the highlight for me. They were totally on top of their game. Of course Bryan Setzer has been busy with his orchestra and other stuff, so he's never stopped singing and

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The Man and I were discussing favorite memories of our relationship. I mentioned our first weekend together in Monterey. He hemmed and hawed for awhile, and then he said,"You know, I just remember waking up snuggled next to you, the first time you spent the night. It was raining that morning, and it was just so great to be able to hold you close and look at your beautiful face while you were

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I don't know if I have ever mentioned it around here, but at one time in my life, I took diet pills.No, not the dreaded Phen Phen- my crack of choice was called Bontril, and yes, it worked.It also made me completely insane. Right before my wedding, I stopped taking it, mainly because I was under enough stress without being so cracked out I was unable to sleep.But at some point, I bought some

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Since I feel like myself again for the first time in I-don't-know-when, I definitely think I am going to have a productive day today.Yes, I have a list. And I am already dressed for the gym, which is literally amazing. My Gigabeat is charging- now I just need to find my freakin' gym card.

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That's me, reappearing.I taught two groups of kids for science camp last week, and between that and my progesterone, I would get home every day and conk out until about 7PM.I am finally recovered, for the most part. Woohoo!Things are running pretty smoothly in my neck of the woods. BowGirl is getting divorced (which she is very very happy about) and Secret Squirrel has a boyfriend.Now, if I

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Well, this is it! The big number five.This picture was taken in Monterey, the weekend we got engaged.We've both gained a few pounds since then, and are definitely not as tan, but we're still as disgustingly lovey as a couple of teenagers. Not like we make out in front of everyone, but we do hold hands a lot.My relatives refer to us as "the lovebirds". Which is sweet.Happy Anniversary, my love!As

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Has anyone read the latest HP yet?I have already read it twice. Eeeeeeeeeeee!

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Oh Lane Bryant.Sometimes, you get it so very wrong. But every once in awhile, it is so, so right.Ladies, if you are of the plus-size persuasion, this is some seriosuly great news.Lane Bryant has decided to come up with three different figure types for their jeans. Jeans which have no sequins anywhere. One cut for women who are hourglass, one for women who are more pear-shaped, and one for women

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I am out of bed and I have my crosstrainers on.Trust me when I say that I cannot believe the effort it took to accomplish that. I am not in the best place in the world, but not the worst place either, and I guess I can live with that.___________________I taught kids about polymers yesterday, and they got a list of things around the house that are all polymers. There are some weird things on the

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I inadvertently figured out the ultimate on "hedging your bets" today.Guess who went to Walgreens and bought the following:1. 3 pack of pregnancy tests2. Box of tampons3. two big-ass bars of chocolate.I didn't see the funny side of this until a few hours later (t-minus one chocolate bar and counting) but the fact that I can see the humor in the situation means that I guess I am going to be OK.

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But evidently, they don't happen to me.I have recently had two friends accidentally accomplish something that I have been working my ass off to achieve (and failed, repeatedly) for the last four years.I equate it to be the emotional equivalent of spending tons of money, and slogging your way though the academic trenches to get into your dream college, only to find out that they're giving out

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So, I am watching Shakira perform "Hips Don't Lie" live in Germany for Live Earth.I almost feel sorry for her. It's raining, and well. You can say what you like about the Germans, and maybe I am generalizing here, but they are not exactly a "funky" people.I'm not kidding. She's shimmying all over the place, and yelling "Come ON!" and except for a small swath in the front, the whole audience looks

jenna sais quoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10231908337644628355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10278201.post-24782415671157936742007-07-06T13:54:00.001-07:002007-07-06T14:29:03.982-07:00

Okay. I have made some fantastic discoveries lately, and felt the need to share with the universe.Lemon Aid, By BenefitIf you have veiny eyelids (as I do) this stuff is the bomb. It lightens and brightens. If you use it by itself, it gives the impression that you've gotten actual sleep. It also hangs onto your eyeshadow like no man's business.CosmedicineI actually use two of these products,

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So, this is the month. The month of Harry Potter. And thank heavens, because I really could use some distractions right now!I am a big enough fan to need to go to every single midnight movie and book release, but luckily not dorky enough to have a wand with my name on it, so my friends and The Man generally humor me.Yes, we already got the tickets for the midnight showing on Tuesday. Now I just

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OK. I feel like this blog has been a huge outlet for all my doubts and negativity. I hate talking about what is happening with me right now, simply because things are so up in the air and uncertain, and I am having a hard time dealing with it.So, I am taking a break. Hopefully my issues will be resolved sooner, rather than later, and I can go back to writing about things that are light and

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I have been sleepng a lot.Evidently, when you mess around with your hormones, bad things happen.I went to the gym 5 days last week. And last night, The Man snuggled up with me and says "mmmmmm...honey, have you gained weight?" He could tell by looking at my BACK. AIIIIGH!I have. These hormones are killing me. I am trying to stay active and keep my eye on the prize, blah blah blah. Hopefully,

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I have mentioned here many times that I hate, hate, HATE having my picture taken.I was walking into the store yesterday, when I noticed a man in a truck. He was sitting there and I THOUGHT he was talking on the phone."Gee, " I thought. "That phone is awfully far away from his face. He's not talking...maybe the person on the other end is really loud? And why is he moving it in an arc as I walk

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In the last three days, I have run into three people from my past. We're talking, 15 to 20 years ago.All of them have immediately recognized me, known my name (first and last), where they knew me from, and in some cases, what college I went to and that I got married. Granted, I wasn't on a best-friend basis with any of them (two women I went to high school with, and one guy I went to church

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Have you ever gone out with a friend- someone who is fun, and you like them, and you get along really well....and then suddenly they get wasted and turn into a freaking weirdo?Well, that happened to me last night. I think it may have been magnified by the fact that I was not drinking, and she was.I feel bad, because I really do like this person, but basically she had a couple of shots and turned

jenna sais quoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10231908337644628355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10278201.post-85448352066595025872007-05-27T17:09:00.000-07:002007-05-27T17:21:28.935-07:00

I actually ventured outside this morning. Into our back yard, which has been untouched by human hands for quite some time.Our house was built in the early 80's, which means that 27 or so years have gone by, and therefore we have some big-ass trees out there. Also, it's a good-sized yard. Not that we ever go out in it.It pains me to admit this, but our doggie sanitation is not the best.I finally

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Well, it was bound to happen eventually!I have been trying a "new thing".I'm not going to draw too many conclusions, but on paper, this week looks like crap.I have gained 4 lbs.Before I started to freak out, I remembered this:I did have one bad day of eating, but I know that there is no logical reason for a 4 lb. weight gain. The bad eating wasn't up to "ate an entire cheesecake" levels.Maybe it

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This has been a weird week. A lot of things are hanging in the balance, mostly stuff having to do with the Road To Potential Parenthood. And let's face it, I wouldn't inflict discussions about my ovaries on either one of you!(That's right- I actually do care.)So here's the generalized update- this week and next are centered on a few strictly timed doctor's appointments, and sometime over the

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It's Sunday....and therefore, it is time for the weekend wrap-up.Scheduling my gym appointments the night before has been invaluable. I am a lot less likely to skip out if I have reserved a block of time in advance. After the trial run this week, I think 2 days on, 1 day off, 2 days on, 2 days off as a schedule really works well for me. It has been a fantastic week in terms of getting on track

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Weird, weird couple of days.I haven't been posting, mainly because "I worked! And I went to the gym!" is kind of a yawner.And then this afternoon I will be cleaning (More yawns.)I have been going out with the girls for the past two nights, which has been entertaining. Since I am the old married lady of the three of us (BowGirl doesn't count) I am enjoying the opportunity to rest on my laurels and

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I did wake up at 5 yesterday.The fact that I am going to have to do it again kind of makes my brain squeak in terror, but I will, because the Zumba class? Most. Fun. Ever.One of my favorite parts is that the instructor isn't skinny. Hooray!I took the day off from the gym today- date night is tonight, and I also don't want to burn out. I am actually forcing myself to NOT go to the gym this morning

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I went to the gym this morning.You can't see me, but I am totally doing the Cabbage Patch.I got my picture taken. I did not die. Hopped onto my good old friend Mr. Elliptical, and we hobnobbed for about 35 minutes. ROCKED out to my new gigabeat Gym Playlist.On the way out, I grabbed an aerobics class schedule. They've remodeled, and there are a bunch of new classes, including a brand new Zumba

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I just saw this post over at SaraDru about those stick figures that people have on the back of their cars. You know the ones...three little girls, small medium, large, then a baby boy, complete with bunting, mom, dad...and occasionally the dog, cat, hedgehog, what have you.I freaking hate those things. HATE them. And her post jogged my memory.Secret Squirrel: What the hell is that on the back

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It's been several more weeks than that, but I have literally been dragging my ass.Anyway- Happy Mother's Day!After the exorcist-style puking extravaganza of a week or so ago, the dust cleared, and I had lost 15 lbs. It's taken awhile for the scale to equalize, but I am now at a solid 10 lb. loss, which evidently shows. My MIL and my own mom and dad commented on it. Of course, Dad also noticed

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I just read this soundbite at grrlgenius.com. (By the way, if you haven't checked out Cathryn yet...well, she is...a genius!)H/R takes care of its own. They're not covering your ass, they're covering the company's ass. End of story.At my last job, The Company Which Shall Not Be Named, I had a friend in the H/R department. She was a cool chick, nice, fun to hang out with. And MAN, could she dish

jenna sais quoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10231908337644628355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10278201.post-80851466705337827012007-05-10T23:58:00.000-07:002007-05-11T00:09:20.968-07:00

The friendly teacher?Still friendly. Still cute.Not married. No kids.How on earth am I going to hook him up with one of my single friends? Seriously, he's a cute, straight, smart, single, tall, funny, and responsible single guy.In the words of Margaret Cho, he may possibly be a unicorn. Or a figment of my imagination. I should go look him up on snopes.com to see if he's an urban legend.There

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There hasn't been a lot to talk about, which is why I have been gone. I know it's a big disuption in the lives of both my faithful readers!Well, when I say there hasn't been a lot....there's a lot of stuff that is just sort of....you know, neither here nor there. There's a whole lot of "waiting and seeing" going on.Truthfully, I am still not sure what to write about.Oh, except that I am becoming

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Yes, we are all better now. Thank heaven!I suppose I should report the good news- I got a raise at work. And The Man has passed the AFOQT (I think that's it) so he is now qualified to apply for officer's positions. I am really really really proud of him.Wooohooo!This has been a random week, work-wise. Specifically, there have been Weird Moments With Men.On Tuesday, I went out to a relatively new

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The Man came home from SF, and uttered those words that make my blood run cold."Sweetie, I don't feel good."Uh Oh."What's wrong?""I feel like I'm going to throw up."I went to work for an hour, came home. Let the Olympic-scale vomiting begin!Since he is usually like the boy who cried wolf with any kind of illness, it took me until he was almost collapsing in the kitchen to realize that this was

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WHAT.A.WEEK.Next week is going to be nuts too. But let's get to it!The scale was a little crazy with me this week. However, the extra pounds I put on over the Easter Weekend are gone, so I guess I broke even. Yeah! I have been pretty bad with eating (major alcohol binging last night), but I guess I have been more active to compensate.I have gotten better re: exercise. I did three Turbo-Jam

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So I know I have mentioned my issues vis-a-vis The Man and his Computer Games.It's something I haven't wanted to talk about, because let's face it, it's boring, and it makes me feel like a whiner.The computer game playing still continues at a steady clip- he has found another game, Eve Millennium, which he assured me wouldn't be taking up as much time as WOW.Uh huh.I've gotten desensitized to it

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I may not have mentioned this...I am a ho for the CD's.I still love them, and I keep them even when I have burned the songs to MP3.Since I was once a DJ, and The Man had an odd obsession with female pop singers (although he thankfully seems to have abandoned Mariah Carey) we have TONS of CD's. And I always want more.Which was why it was such a dangerous thing when I realized that Fresno now has a

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Let's face it, everything looks better in black.

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I taight my first class all on my own today (my own materials, my own ideas, and my own wits.)I was trying to explain the difference between venomous and poisonous to the kids. (For the record, if it bites YOU and you get sick, it's venemous. If you bite IT and you get sick, it's poisonous. I also tell them that you can eat rattlesnakes- therefore they are venemous, but not poisonous. Predictably

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Yes, I know the weekend wrap up didn't get posted. We'll return to our regularly scheduled wrap up next weekend, when the Easter Bunny does not completely derail me with his insidious supplies of Dove chocolates. And apple tarts. And scalloped potatoes. OK, to be fair, the Bunny is not actually responsible for the last two.This week has been going well...I am doing my Turbo Jam DVD's, which I

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I'm not going to lie to you. This week has been, in a word, craptacular. My body is messing with me. I'm not going to go into it, but it appears to have taken the whole "April Fools" thing literally, at the expense of my sanity and also, some serious dough. My insurance, WHICH WE PAY EXTRA FOR, because it is supposed to be better than the "baseline model?" Sucks. Two of my tutoring clients keeps

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Wow! What a week. Lots of driving, lots of work. My energy has been noticeably up this week, and I have needed it! I have been pretty good re: eating, but exercise hasn't been happening, and I have been a flake about the pedometer. Which is too bad, because I know I have logged some serious miles this last week, going from school to school. The Man checked my stitches today and says they look

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1. Reached into my purse while driving to grab my "emergency string cheese stick." Located by feel, grabbed it. When I couldn't locate the "peely" end, I finally glanced over. And realized that I held: not a cheese stick, but a Tampax "Super" Tampon. Yummy!2. Woke up early, collected my lab slip, drove all the way out to Clovis Community Hospital to get bloodwork done, because my doctor told me

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So, the Farmer's Market outing was a success!We got flowers, and radishes, and broccolini, and green beans, and asparagus, and fresh bread, and honeycomb. Then we stopped on the way home to get steaks and goat cheese. If you've never had fresh wholegrain bread with goat cheese and honeycomb? You are missing out. The best part? The Man cooked the steaks and the asparagus on the grill. I handled

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Anyone who knows me well will tell you not to play Scrabble with me. It's not that I am an avid player- far from it. But I always bring my A game, and I tend to win a lot. The problem is that everyone wants to play me and BEAT me, so I get challenged a lot, and then when I win, they get sort of petulant and onery and I get sort of sick of Scrabble. It's not all about spelling, it's about vocab

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So, I was desperate- I had three different things scheduled back to back this afternoon, and just 15 minutes between the last appointment and a tutoring session. So I hopped into a Walgreens and checked out their sugar-free chocolate selection. I ate two sugar-free Reeses. Let the fun begin!The abdominal cramping started on the way home from tutoring. It's been 4 hours since then, and I estimate

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This was a good, solid week. No weight loss- I maintained. Which is a good thing. I lost so much last week, I know my body just took this week to equalize. (Which is a normal pattern for me.) I am sure another factor are the parsnip "chips" I got from Trader Joe's. I ate a bunch of them last night, and it's obvious that I can't get them again. While they are legal on South Beach, they are also

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I went to a new dermatologist to see if she could do anything about my acne, and maybe check a skin tag on my eyelid. I left with stitches. Evidently, there were suspicious moles on my back. So they removed the "most abnormal" one, and it is heading to a lab, along with the skin tag. So if you have any moles, or just haven't been checked for awhile...get thee to the dermatologist! Point 'em out!

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A Tableau: One of the girls in my office is teeny tiny. As I arrived this morning, I opened the door for another co-worker, a young guy who was carrying a huge box of cookies. Teeny Girl: Who are the cookies for? Other Co-worker: They're for you. You need to gain some weight, you're a twig!OK, part of me was a little happy to hear this. And of course, hearing this directed at myself would be like

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After trying to maintain a separate weight loss blog, I gave up on it. It's impossible to separate my weight from the everyday and humdrum stuff that goes on with me, because...well, let's face it. I have been on a sporadic diet for the last 20 years. My weight affects a lot of what I do, how I respond to things, and how people respond to me. My perceptions, my choices, my day-to-day are all

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I haven't called the headhunter yet. I have 15 freaking messages on my cell phone. I know, I know....I got behind. I think he is in there somewhere. ______In other news...a conversation I had today. It was with the 4 year old sister of my new tutoring clients. 4 y.o.: I know you!JSQ: Yup- I was here yesterday, remember?4 y.o.: You came back!JSQ: Yes, I will be here all the time now. I am helping

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I am not good at being positive about myself, but this week has been a pretty good week. This has been an amazing few days at work (note to self...consider that you would have to leave your job if The Man's job offer pans out).So far today, I have had two teachers interrogate me about any other classes that I teach, so they can be sure to book me. "We want YOU!" they said. "Can we request you?

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Cue fiddle music!The Man is nearly done with his Business/Marketing degree. I am really proud of him, and when he is done with school, it will be my turn to go back and finish my English degree and get my teaching credential. So we are at this huge family shindig, and well...I guess I would have enjoyed it more if we didn't feel like the poor relations. My sister is a lawyer. My brother is in

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My cousin's husband threw a huge bash for her 40th birthday this weekend. And when I say bash....I may still be in recovery for the hangover. But when someone offers you 40 year old port, you can't say no, can you? Can you?It was a three-day thing, with brunches, continental breakfasts, tours of wineries, dinners, desserts, cooking classes, cheese plates, wine tastings, massages....you name it.

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So, I went shopping. And I managed to find the ultimate bra (yes, really) and my very first pair of Seven Jeans. Photos shall be forthcoming. Well, of the jeans. But probably not the bra.

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Soup, soup eh loop, soup eh loop eh loop eh doop....Yeah, you can slap me for that one. Seriously, I know I deserve it. I am cooking up a storm, which is what having a clean kitchen makes me want to do. Sadly, when I cook, the kitchen becomes a mess again, so the cooking never lasts long. Having a sick man in the house (he is still alive, by the way, mainly because I have spent the weekend so far

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I mentioned in my previous post that I went to a dive bar last night...accompanied by a good friend who shall henceforth be known as Bow Girl.Bow Girl is going through a lot of stuff lately. Stuff with her husband has reached the point where they decided to stay married, but basically lead totally seperate lives. She's also currently battling cancer, and is getting radiation once a week. We

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Crap. When my husband says those words to me, the icy fingers of dread reach out and suffocate my soul. I think that a sick man in the house is right up there with the plagues of Egypt. Locusts and rains of blood may even be preferable. I love my hubby. Oh yes I do, but if he's sick, injured, or otherwise under the weather, he is just a giant baby about it. Ask me about the time he was cooking

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It strikes me that I have been sort of negative of late. I'm really not sure what to say about it- snarkiness is just in my nature. Love it or leave it. I have tried to trancend it, and it doesn't work. Character illustration: Dad: (tiling countertops) This is all screwed up!!!! (assorted profanity) Me: No! It'll be fine!Dad: Uh-huh. Me: Think sunshine and puppies! Keebler Elves! Lollipops!

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Damn, the Oscars just seem to get longer every year. I leave you with ten thoughts: 1. YES!!! MARTY WINS IT!!!! Let's face it, as soon as we saw the Big Three out on stage it was basically inevitable. That is one happy little man with some seriously outrageous eyebrows. I bet they crawl off his face at night to feast on the blood of the living. 2. Reese Witherspoon: Girl. Please eat some ice

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My car!It's seriously unbelievable. This is an old pic...because I still have to get the car washed. I have been using the car for work for awhile now, and it has transformed my sassy 'vertible into...well, a dump truck. A filthy, dirty dump truck.There are always big plastic bins stacked to the rafters in there, along with plastic kids toys and odd scientific paraphenalia. The last straw is that

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Well, sort of. The cough is not going away. And it has managed to squirm its nefarious way into the throat of The Man, which means that there is now coughing in stereo. Hmph. In other news, I am supposed to clean the house. And I don't want to. I did try to get back on the treadmill, but it was a fiasco. I guess I better wait to haul out the running shoes again until I can, you know, like,

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YES!!! It's a Valentine's Day MIRACLE!!!!Since I weighed myself yesterday, and the last time I weighed 111.2 lbs was in the seventh grade....Well, the reality is, it would take me some dramatic bingeing and purging and possibly also amputation of limbs to get me down to this weight. This didn't stop me from announcing to my sleepy husband, "Dude. That must have been some seriously good lovin'

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What the fresh hell is this? I got to bed last night, and snuggled under my down comforter, and I was freezing. The Man had to bring in three more blankets, and we had the heat on in the house. Yes, kids...I officially have the flu, and it looks like it's in tandem with a sinus infection. Fan-freaking-tastic. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to bust out the trashy novels and the hot tea with

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Hey there....Yes, you. The guy in the glasses. Yes, you...with the monobrow, and the flourescent pallor. The guy who probably lives in his momma's basement. The guy who is surfing the free internet at Starbucks, not typing, possibly playing WOW or browsing porn sites, and listening to every word we are saying? You are staring. I am trying not to look back at you, which is hard because your eyes

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The creeping crud? It is back. Crap. I got cocky and eased up on my hand sanitizer and vitamin C cocktails. Since I work with children, bless their little germ laden hearts, this was like the kiss of death. So I am freebasing Airborne, in order to (please, please, please!) nip this in the bud. In other news, I managed to pry The Man's video-game addicted butt out of his chair yesterday, and we

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More good news re: The ManHe is (very unexpectedly!)getting weekends off. REAL weekends, not the Tuesday/Wednesday thing we have been doing. The guy who had Saturday Sundays off on his flight quit yesterday, and the guy who was next in line didn't want them. So The Man and I are now relishing the idea of being able to go out of town and spend time together...without the planets having to be

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I got my Fratellis CD. Evidently, I am easliy pleased. Let the head-banging commence!Another thing to woohoo about: The Man has decided to stop "phoning it in" at work. He is going to take his test to become an officer early next month. Because maybe...MAYBE...it's not the entire military that he's sick of. Maybe it's just the job that he's been doing for the last ten years? So- potentially more

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Maybe I just find this so incredibly hilarious because I can't sleep?

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1. I just finished watching the finale of Top Chef. Yawn. While Marcel is a pain in the ass and says "Like" for every other word and has ridiculous hair that makes him look like the illegitimate son of Wolverine, at least he was up front about being a competitive jerk. I sort of wanted him to win. Also...Sam? Quite possibly the love child of Clive Owen and Jason Bateman. And there can be no

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My mom has always thought that there was something wrong with me. I have to admit, having to fight with horrible acne and my weight has not been fun. But Mom always insisted that these things were CONNECTED, along with my general laissez-faire attitude towards things like...oh, I don't know, my cavalier attitude towards school, and my tendency to sleep for 12 hours at a stretch. I always felt

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Hi to all the Grrl Geniuses!I never realized that leaving an actual comment would make people wonder who I was. Hopefully, you are here because you find my comments to be well-thought out and insightful, and not because you're wondering who on earth this chick is who keeps spewing the dreck. So welcome!Oh, and to that person who keeps finding me by Googling "1999 Chrysler Sebring + how to change

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It is that time of the year. The year when we are all waging the war against The Fat. The magical time when Weight Watchers waives their membership fee. Most people have made the resolution to lose 10, 20, 100 lbs., whatever. Actually, statistically, most of those well-meaning New Year's resolutions have tanked by now.By the way, I am embracing the word fat. It isn't a "four-letter word". I am

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Heading out to work yesterday, I pulled into the left hand turn lane behind a big white truck. I sat, waiting for the light to change, and idly sipping my Diet Lipton Green tea (love. LOVE!) and enjoying the fact that it was Friday. I checked out the back tailgate of the white truck, and noted both the holy fish and the JesusFREAK bumper sticker. Well, that, and the fact that Mr. White Truck was

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Okay, I have found my salon. I went in today at 3PM to see Michael. I got a chance to peruse the scenery, because I was a little early. I immediately felt right at home, and settled in with their ridiculously large stash of trashy gossip mags. I just knew it was gonna go well. They had leopard-print haircutting drapes. That was my first clue. The second clue? Michael's button-down shirt was the

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The Man just called me on his way home from work. "I am going to sing to you," he announced. Then he cranked up the stereo in the background, and sang along with "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling". I love this guy, and while he technically can sing, most people would argue that he probably shouldn't. But I loved it. I giggled like a teenager through the whole thing. Actually, don't tell anyone,

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This has been a phone-call filled morning. However, I have made progress on a few fronts, which is a Good Thing. I now have an appointment with a local acupuncturist. My thinking is, if I get started on the medical procedures in tandem with Eastern medicine, I need to have someone local. I can't be jetting off to SF and rushing back. Plus, the last nightmare with Greyhound (which I still have not

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Naturally, the weekend that everyone selected for "cold weather" camping seems to have broken a few cold weather records. I am still trying to get warm!Otherwise, I had a pretty good time,but the good stuff is too boring, so let's get to the whiny stuff!I didn't feel _too_ old, which is saying something, as I suspect I was the only one there over the age of 30. The Man hits the big three-oh next

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jennasaisquoi: Well...are we going? SecretSqwrl: I look like crap. I want to go, but I don't want to change out of my sweats. Dilemma!jennasaisquoi: Dude. I am wearing a fleece top and trackpants. I'm not changing. SecretSqwrl: So we can look like crap together!jennasaisquoi: In the interest of full disclosure, I will probably put on some lipstick. SecretSqwrl: I will see your lipstick, and raise

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The Man and I are going camping this weekend. (I just called and cancelled the acupuncture appointment. Who knew? I was double-booked!) This will be our first camping trip together. That rumble you hear may be the approaching hoofbeats of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Anyway. Camping is something that The Man's brother and his wife and their friends are into. They have repeatedly invited

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So, I made some goals for 2007. A lot of them can be inferred by other stuff I have posted here, but one of the big ones is to write more, especially here. Woot!Plus I just want to bump that depressing mess that was the last post further on down the page. I do feel better after putting it out there, though, so maybe it was worth it? So yeah. Another goal? To not put up with sub-par service. And

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I am fully back into the throes of work- today was my first day back, and it was nice, although I dreaded it until I was there. Huh. I have a light work week, and then I go back to the San Francisco Acupuncturist, and tell them that I have been horrible at my ass tea consumption. Yes, again. This is something that needs to be changing, as several monumental decisions have been made over the

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It is 4:38 AM. I am wiiiiiide awake. The Man and I had a nice quiet evening at home. We went to bed around 1:30. At 2:13 AM, I was juuuuust dropping off to sleep, when his cell phone rang. We both turned over and grumbled, but didn't move- we are officially prisoners of our new down comforter and pillows. Then my cell phone rang. And rang again. Much profanity ensued on our end.The Man picked up

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First of all, mad props to the person in the city of Fresno who decided that it was NOT OK to be able to see your garbage cans from the street. We keep the garbage cans on the side of our house, like all out neighbors do. They are in the spot where they have been since we moved here, three years ago. The exact phrase in the notice we got was: "No container shall be stored in the front yard, side

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Stumped for a thoughful gift idea for "the man who has everything?" Ok- THIS is hilarious.

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I used to ride my bike while my dad ran in the evenings, when I was a kid. When we passed people, they'd acknowledge us- you'd always wave or say hi. That's still the case in a lot of places. I have been running/walking alternately with the dogs in the mornings, at least 4 days a week. It's working out well for me and the dogs, so that's good. Anyway. There are at least two men who run in the

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Date night tonight was great. I skipped the gym, but I did manage to go out this morning and walk the dogs. The Man and I hit CPK, and I ordered a salad with the dressing on the side like a sycophant good girl. I decided to do a small splurge and have a few bites of the dessert we ordered- apple crisp with vanilla ice cream and caramel syrup. What can I say- I am a sucker for caramel! Three bites

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The End. No, seriously, I did. Mostly because I could feel the jeans getting a mite snug. But also because I looked at my two mutts outside, and realized that they needed exercise as much as I do. Plus, I was up at 6AM for no discernable reason, and it was either exercise, or clean the catbox. (Aha! I have found my source of negative motivation!) So we went out into the freezing cold, and I ran,

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I went to Walgreens with The Man the other night- he needed to pick up some decongestants, and I needed to pick up some shampoo. It was around 7 PM, and I guess while I was looking at the shampoo, a stockboy was shoving large boxes of Christmas yard decor onto the top shelf in the next aisle.The Man called me, and I went to the end of the aisle at the same point when I guess the stockboy shoved

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I have decided that this is what it's like to be me right now.The part where the hamster gets hurled out of the wheel and wanders around in a daze? That's my weekend.The Man just came out of hibernation, and we had the following exchange: Me: "Getting ready for work, sweetie?" The Man: "Work?" Me: "Um, how is that surprising? Yes, work." The Man: (patiently) "This is my night off, hon. Remember?"

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So this last week? Thank heaven, the work week is over.I mean, I am not expecting anything miraculous this weekend. The way this week has gone, as long as there is no plague of locusts, or rain of blood and frogs, it's all good. I am going out on a limb saying that, because I am taking Greyhound to SF again this weekend, which may be considered another sign of the apocalypse. I am usually

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First of all, I just realized that this is my 200th post. Holy crap!Second of all (reference the "chills" above) I am sick. With my usual creeping crud, on top of what is evidently the flu. I have a fever, with chills, and while I am not barfing yet..."By the pricking of my thumbsSomething wicked this way comes." I did go to work today, and I was just in a daze. It's been a hard week, I

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Ok, I have no excuse. I don't even really have a specific reason for being so erratic about teh blog. I guess I just like to keep peeps on their toes!Disjointed ramblings: Top 5 places to hide Halloween candy from your husband- 1. Behind the trash bags2. In the cabinet containing the cleaning products3. Trunk of unwashed car4. Laundry basket5. Crisper drawer of fridge, beneath bags of pre-pack

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Every two weeks, I go to San Francisco for acupuncture. Yes, it has something to do with the whole baby issue. And evidently, it is working....to the point that people who hardly know me are saying things like, "You're so much calmer!" The people who DO know me well have hatched a conspiracy theory which involves my unknowingly having taken some kind of Chinese lithium. (For the record, that one

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So, I went to SF this weekend (more on this tomorrow). First, I have something to get off my chest. We went to Sephora. I spent way more than I intended to, which is what happens every time I go in there. Three bottles of nailpolish, Bare Escentuals foundation and concealer, a really cool eyeshadow palette- and then I remembered OH! yeah...I am out of eye/lip makeup remover. So I bought the store

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Well, crap. I hate it when I'm right.

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So, I am in Fresno. This post is going to be pretty vague, due to the non-disclosure agreement that I signed when I started my job. I grew up here in Fresno. I know a lot of people because of that. Due to the nature of my job, the huge social circle of my parents, and my husband's ties to the military, I need to be careful when I run into people. Note to self- it's "Nice to SEE you", not "Nice to

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Project Runway finale is tonight. I am such a PR dork. I am beyond excited. I really don't care what the outcome is, as long as Jeffrey doesn't win...although I have a sinking feeling that The Angry Little Peanut is going to take it. At this point, I love love love Laura's stuff, even though it's not exactly young or "boob-friendly". Michael's stuff looks like it came straight out of Captain

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