Izzy called me out today on potentially getting involved with the Asshat again. She didn’t realize he was the guy who wanted to keep his options open, while ending a two-year relationship with someone who wasn’t me. The Asshat and I have already gone out a few times, albeit in 2005, so I have a certain comfort level with him. I’m going to call him out on his e-mails to me in the fall, when he obviously wasn’t quite a single guy. He’s going camping this weekend so I’m not sure when we’re going to get together. I have Weight Watchers Monday, although I could meet up after that; my speed-dating adventure is Wednesday; he works or does something on Tuesdays and Thursdays; so either next Monday or Friday is it, as I’ll be in Michigan for Memorial Day weekend. So yeah, we’ll see.
We had a fire drill at work yesterday. Sigh. I was gone from my desk for about 40 minutes. It took forever to walk down 4 flights of stairs then no one in my department really knew where we were supposed to congregate. Then we stood around in the parking lot and finally had to wait to get back into the building and for the elevator. Good times.
I started watching Because I Said So earlier tonight. I just couldn’t get into it, partly because the guy in it reminded me of an ex-boyfriend and partly because Diane Keaton annoys me. So I watched last night’s episode of House instead.
Wings won last night, 5-0, putting them up 2-1 in the series, if y’all care … I know I do. 
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Worked out tonight, then went to DSW and bought two pairs of sandals, Wild Oats for a few frozen dinners and then CVS for my two prescriptions. Total damage: over $100. Argh. I probably would have held off on the shoes had I realized my scrips were going to cost nearly $59. Double argh.
I think I’m getting sick. My throat is scratchy and I’m pooped. Greaaat. Hopefully it’s just my allergies acting up because my eyes also are itchy as all get out. The Wings game starts in a few and I’m not sure how late I can make it.
I think Jordin is my favorite on American Idol. Maybe Blake. Just not Melinda. I can’t take one more minute of her “aww shucks” act. Maybe I’ll try to vote tonight. Or not. It freaks me out to see Jordin stand next to Ryan Secrest. I know he’s not a big guy, but damn, what is she, like 6′2″???
Tinky Winky is shedding a tear … or not.
How long until Falwell’s death is blamed on feminists, liberals and “the gays”?
Chocolate cake + PMS + weighing in = bad news bears
It was a disaster at Weight Watchers. But we carry on!
I watched Jesus Camp tonight. Not even 10 minutes in and I was freaked out. The highlight had to be ye olde disgraced pastor Ted Haggard ragging on homosexuals.
One of my blog friends e-mailed me tonight that he ran into the Versus hockey guys at work. I’m jealous. Brian Engblom’s hair is epic, although I couldn’t find a good photo. If you know who he is, you know what I mean. My Wings lost last night. Grrr. I conked out before the third period. They play again Tuesday and Thursday, but those games don’t start until 9 p.m. so I don’t know how much I’ll watch. Sister needs her Ambien, ya know. 
I called my insurance company and the sleep study will cost me $250 + 20%. Fuck that shit. Monique says no. Me and el doctor can chit-chat about the necessity of this at my appointment next month. In other news, he increased my thryoid medication after getting my bloodwork back. I’m waiting for the weight loss effects of it to kick in (chocolate-cake eating aside).
Haven’t heard from the Asshat since I e-mailed him Friday. After pursuing me on and off for six months, OF COURSE he’d flake out. 
Update: Ok, Asshat e-mailed me. I guess if we’re going to have dinner, maybe I should come up with a nicer nickname …
Wedding shower at work today. Chocolate cake that was muy delicioso. Chocolate cake. Chocolate filling. Chocolate icing. Chocolate decorations.
Yeah I’m really looking forward to weighing in tonight. I’m sure the chocolate has already attached itself to my ass.
I’m watching “The 40-Year-Old Virgin” for about the 18th time. The chest-waxing scene never fails to make me weep tears of joy.
I made this Mexican lasagna for a pitch-in lunch tomorrow. It was a Weight Watchers recipe so I didn’t have much hope but it actually tasted really good (yes, I had to try some. I may try more later!). I’m in charge of games for the wedding shower; the lunch is for the groom. Sigh. I have no fucking idea. I think I’ll just split everyone into teams and have them make a “dress” out of toilet paper (I bought the cheap stuff).
I’ve had this post up forever and can’t really think of much else to say. I somehow managed to cut myself twice today, once on my lip and also on my finger. Both times the cuts bled like a motherfucker. That sucked.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. The cats didn’t get me anything. Ingrates. They can buy me junk food after my weigh-in tomorrow. LOL
Not much going on here. Watched the hockey game I recorded last night, although the recording cut off with 5 minutes left in the period. Argh. Fortunately, NHL.com had video highlights so I saw the winning goal. I’ve been watching some of the TV shows I had on my DVR, as I have quite the backlog built up. So far, I’ve watched the season finales of Workout, Without a Trace and Close to Home.
I’m starting to see a big difference in how I look. An IU t-shirt that has already been too tight now fits well all over. Pants I bought about a month ago that were snug now are loose. A lot of my shirts are getting to be too low-cut for work (yes, I know we’ve had this discussion, some of you think there is no such thing) and I’m thinking about pitching most of them and buying some tops that will get me through the next few months.
My cousin e-mailed me today and mentioned she decided to cut off contact with her “reality star” gentleman friend. Thank goodness. I e-mailed the Asshat and said getting together for dinner would be fine. He was helping a friend move today so I suppose it will be sometime next week that I’ll see him …
How can you not love a fanbase who aren’t afraid of an octupus or two???
Obviously no Ambien yet. But I just got home and the night is young. LOL
So, the Asshat wants to have dinner. I am torn. I mean, on one hand, he’s the Asshat. On the other, I am curious, he was a nice enough guy back in the day and I can’t totally fault him for just fading away when oopsie, I was still married (which he didn’t know at the time) and already sleeping with Ryan. Yes, one of the classier episodes in my life. I’ll sleep on it and e-mail him back in the morning.
Red Wings won their game tonight, so they’re up in the series 1-0. I had to record the game, since I went to a play but I’ll watch the game later. My friend invited me over to her house Sunday, I guess as part of the “Poor Monique” hoo-ha, since she doesn’t want me to be alone, but umm yeah, I’d rather watch game 2 than drive 45 fucking minutes to her house when gas is $3.19/gallon. I put it a little nicer than that when I declined the invitation.
I feel like I’m back on my game. I’m still bitchy but I’m no longer mopey. That started going away a few days ago. It’s funny how break-ups work, one day I feel like I am going to die if I get out of bed and the next day I feel like, eh, what was the big deal? I suppose the good thing is that I’ve been through this a few times, enough to know that it will all eventually be back to normal. Thanks to all of you who offered your support. It definitely made me feel better over the past week …
And its name is Ambien.
I took one last night … and I slept all. through. the. night! I can’t remember when that last happened!
My doctor told me Ambien was non-habit-forming. I laughed. He should know better than to say something like that to me. In my family, that’s like a challenge!
And now it’s time for tonight’s dose!!!!!
Sigh. I am a happy girl.
