Yes, Virginia.

There are baked goods and salsa in my freezer.

13 pounds down - new workouts, but thankfully not kickboxing (ribs still intact).

Only one person who reads this will know what I'm asking:

When did I finally quit last time?

The sunscreen song

This caught my attention since I recently had a friend ask me for advise on life.

"Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth."

Something wrong with me

Why do I suddenly want everything. Better house, better car, more things inside my house, trips to places I have never been, stuff for the kids.... I just don;t understand why all of the sudden I am not happy with what I have.

I have never been a grass is greener on the other side person before. I like my grass not matter how brown it was. But now I am wanting more.

Guess I will work through this, I have to. I will not have spending money until all the kids more out for sure. Until then I will have to figure out what is most important and work on saving till I can get it. Sigh....

rant

Ok, I have been saving up for a while.

1. Why don’t people listen. I told you that I want you to do one thing. I don’t care how pretty it is as long as you get it done. So why do you care that that box overlaps the other one. I DON’T CARE!!!! JUST GET IT DONE!!!
2. People suck. How can someone not see that the poor dog was really sick? And then is so stubborn that when people offered to take the dog you won’t let them have it. You only give him to someone after the media highlights the poor dogs story and you get negative attention. The dog has no skull musculature you insensitive mother fucker. Blind, emaciated, yet still striving for a little love and attention and you left her tied outside. You better hope I never actually set eyes on you. I can’t even do an internet search to read her story because if I find out who you are I am going to come to your house and beat the living hell out of you.

You suck

Dear Universe,

You suck. You're like that crazy aunt that gives you all the ingredients to make a cake instead of just giving you a baked cake.

I asked you for very specific things, which you didn't deliver. Instead you gave me ideas and guidance for how I can obtain what I asked for.

I think I understand where you're going with this, but it still sucks. Now, I have to do all the work, and I'm just too lazy.

Actually, I totally understand where you're going with this.

Anything worth obtaining, is worth fighting and working for.

On second thought, you don't suck, you just have weird methods.

Getting in line....

Since we're making requests of the universe:

I'd like to stop being neurotic. Please.

I'd like the winning lotto ticket too, but I'll settle for the first.

I'd also like a trimmer waistline (or waste line as the case may be), but I'm figuring on having to take care of that myself.

Regular sex might not be too far off the charts either, but I'm pretty sure I'll get a mold of the perfect cock someday... until then BOB XV will do.

I'm afraid I have nothing to offer in trade except the knowledge that you will have saved those around me a smidgeon of sanity.

Quote

"Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past"

-Movie "Before Sunset"

Listening to it on YouTube while at work.