For a gloomy, rainy Monday today turned out ok. Why? Because I had a masaaaaaage. Ah. I PPH Jill so much. She is the best massage person evah, I swear. We talked through most of my time there but I was still so relaxed. She is getting her whole back tattooed, which is way cool. She referred me to her tat guy when I told her about the shamrock vine I want to get.
MM and I instant-messaged for a while at work today. For all of you wondering, yes, I will be asking him about his behavior when I spent the night at his house. That is the main reason for the dinner … as I told Miss Lucy today, I hope he brings it up so I don’t have to say something smooth like, “So … are you always an asshole when you’re at your house?” I’m not sure where we’re going for dinner … I’m thinking a local pizza place that is dark and has a nice atmosphere. We’d be able to talk there.
Ugh it’s raining again. I luff spring in the midwest!!!
I made the 288-mile drive back to Indy today. The weather was a lot better but it rained on and off today. I was totally pooped and ended up falling asleep for an hour on the couch.
I asked MM to dinner Tuesday night. I either want to move forward or yeah, well, you know.
I am not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow …
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I made the 5-hour drive to Michigan yesterday. It was quite the ordeal. For about 20 miles, I was behind a sheriff’s car; despite knowing that a sheriff was directly in front of me, the car behind me chose to tailgate. Even when I would move into the right lane to give the asshole the chance to pass, he wouldn’t — he’d drop way back, apparently too much of a pussy to drive behind the cop. So I’d move back over to the left and boom! Asshole would tailgate again. OMG I was so livid. I was glaring at the guy in my rearview mirror and calling him all sorts of names; I mean, I moved to the right at least three times. I finally exited when I reached a populated area and grabbed some lunch; the cop and asshole both were gone by the time I got back on I-69.
A few miles before I reached the Indiana-Michigan border, it started snowing and raining. It was most unpleasant. For a majority of the time, I had my wipers on high, if that tells you anything. When I was a few miles from my exit, traffic was at a complete stop … 20 minutes later I saw that a piece of construction equipment was tilted on the overpass and they were rerouting all traffic off of the expressway then back on. Of course, I had to pee throughout all of this … I called ahead to my parents’ house and told my mom to make sure the downstairs bathroom was clear!
Last night we all went out for Chinese and it started snowing again on the way home. We all pooh-poohed the weather forecast but I’ll be damned if we didn’t end up with 3-5″ of accumulation. Bite me, winter. Begone!
Today Mummy and I went shopping and hit Bare Escentuals, among other stores. I forgot my debit card (it was in the pocket of my other jeans) so oopsie, Mummy had to pay for my mineral veil (they had a shimmery kind!) and bisque concealer. 
Tonight I’m getting a pedi with my friend Jennifer then we’ll find someplace for dinner … not sure what is on the agenda for tomorrow.
I told my parents about my surgery plans; my mom is really excited for me. She is going to come take care of me, of course, but seemed glad when I told her Miss Sodapop has offered to come up on the weekend. It might be nice to have someone else to talk to! Oh and Soda, she really wants to see the chiweenie. 
I was going to see if MM wanted to have dinner next week because, well, not that this uncertainty is bugging me because really it isn’t, but because I want to see if I want anything more to do with him! He’s texted me a few times over the past few days. But, I have plans almost every night next week — Tuesday is my only open night — and if my friend Debby is available for dinner, she gets first priority. Hos before bros, y’all!
I’ve been doing ok with limiting my caffeine although I was a bit stabby yesterday and woke up with a bitch of a headache this morning … fortunately the headache lessened once I had a cup of coffee … and I threw in an extra cup for good measure! Other than that, I haven’t had any caffeine during the day and haven’t had any pop.
I’m off to Michigan tomorrow and I’m so excited, and not just because I get the new laptop the Easter Bunny left me. I haven’t seen my family since Christmas and I miss them lots. Friday night, my friend Jen and I are going for pedicures, which I suppose means I’ll have to shave my legs before then … I’ve been a little lax in the chillier weather.
Hmmm what else? I heard a voice out of the past this weekend but I nipped that communication in the bud, mainly because while he was e-mailing me, he was also e-mailing my coworker to try to make plans with her. WTH? He has to know we work together and hello, we’re going to talk. He didn’t make any innuendos but if history were to repeat itself, I would be the booty call while someone else would be the date. Umm yeah. Not so much.
Speaking of boys, at work, I keep running into — literally — this guy with whom I had a bit of an altercation last year over a meeting room. It was quite ugly … he stole my room and I marched right in to set up for my meeting (he was listening to a conference call, it wasn’t like he had a meeting going on). Anyway, three times this week I’ve nearly bumped into him when I was leaving my cube, exiting the elevator and walking towards my cube. He’s kinda cute, which makes me feel kind of dirty LOL. So now my mission is to check for a wedding band …
And I instant-messaged MM today … gah. There were lots of exclamation points in his reply to my initial message. Maybe he thinks he blew it with me … I mean, he pretty much did lol but that door is still cracked open. A bit.
People, today is a historic day. On this day, the mayor of Detroit was indicted on eight felony charges. Eight!
Man, I miss Michigan. Shit like this doesn’t happen in Indiana.
Wow. What a lazy day. I slept in until 10:30 and really haven’t done much since then. A little cleaning, a little TV-watching, a lot of time spent e-mailing … at least I showered … and now it’s nearly 10 p.m. and I can’t think of anything interesting to write about! Damn this Blog 365 thing!
The next several weeks are going to be bizzay … Michigan this coming weekend, then Louisville the following weekend. In May, there will be two bitches’ weekends, as Miss Sodapop will be making her inaugural trip to Detroit for the Tigers game, then she’ll be back the next weekend (I think) along with the other two bitches for the Panic at the Disco concert … although I may sell my ticket and bail on the concert so Soda and I can hang out with CBFI1 and his posse.
Ah, the exciting life of Miss Monique …
I was supposed to be in Michigan this weekend … but a fucking snowstorm ruined it all for me. I haven’t seen my family since Xmas but decided this morning that dealing with ice and several inches of snow just wasn’t worth it, especially when my drive is 300 miles. So, I’m now driving up there Thursday. I’ve had a few offers for Easter dinner but I think I will just stay home … I will get my heathen behind to church tomorrow evening though.
I picked up a few movies from Blockbuster (Why Did I Get Married?, some straight-to-video Jean Claude van Damme movie and No Country for Old Men), went to Books a Million but they didn’t have the book I wanted, went to Bed Bath and Beyond for some coffee for my Tassimo, then gave in and stopped at the grocery on the way home. I had basically zero food since I planned to eat on my parents’ dime this weekend. My clothing supply is extremely limited as well; I’ll be going to the laundromat Monday after work. Le sigh.
One of the things that I’ll have to do as a result of the bariatric surgery is give up carbonated beverage. Sweet, beautiful, bubbly drinks. Le sigh. I get the reason why — those beautiful bubbles will stretch out my teensy tummy — but ugh … I love them so. Caffeine also will have to go bye-bye. I am going to finish up the pop that I have at home and then not buy anymore. I’m doing ok with that, I’m drinking a lot less pop already. Caffeine is another story. That will have to be a gradual process … I did buy some decaf coffee. It’s a start.
Last night I went to my “patient education” seminar about bariatric surgery. It was interesting … the facilitator underwent the surgery about 18 months ago and had lost 137 lbs. She looked great, like a naturally thin person. Some of the people there were so obnoxious; one lady was so large she had difficulty walking yet had no problem eating a bag of chips before the presentation. WTH? Another woman asked the surgeon about a dozen ridiculous questions, like wanting to pin him down on how much weight a person would lose by month. Then, once the facilitator announced that we’d be selecting our surgeon and signing up for a consultation, Ms. Nosy stood up, left and went to the front counter so she could be first in line! Mind you, there were maybe 10 people there who were actually interested in the surgery, the other people were friends and family. What a bitch!
My initial consult with the surgeon (I chose the one recommended my by primary care physician) is in mid-April. Today I filled out a form requesting five years of medical records (which will cost me more than $50, I’m sure) from my regular physician and started filling out an online medical history. The weight-loss history is a bit screwy as you can only select a program once. For example, I did Weight Watchers last year but I’ve also done it other times over the past 10-15 years. So I’m going to have to think about all that and make a written timeline to submit to my insurance company.
My coworker’s surgery is scheduled for late April; it’s already turned into a competition. She told me she didn’t have to request and submit medical records so I might want to consider switching to her hospital and surgeon. Ummm yeah. STFU. I’d rather my surgeon have a complete record of my medical history than just taking my word for it. It doesn’t bother me if I have to wait a few months for the surgery while the process works itself out … I’m going to be living with the effects of the surgery for the rest of my life. And, I’m 25 years younger than my coworker so duh, I’m gonna be hotter anyway when all is said and done. 
MM instant-messaged me a few times yesterday, we got to talking about Chuck Norris and then the awesome 80s TV show Sledgehammer, which I loved and he has on DVD. A few more IMs today, him talking about how busy he’s been, blah blah blah, talking about work and the house. Blow me, I don’t care. I’m not ready to cut him out 100%, most likely because we do work in the same building and I could conceivably seem him again even though I haven’t run into him yet. Besides, I’m back to having my focus on myself, my most favorite person in the world!
I’m working at home today. I have a course to write and yesterday, the noise in my part of the office was unbearable, even with my iPod cranked up. I didn’t really prepare for my day at home, however. I can’t find anything caffeinated — I might have a 2 liter of diet mountain dew in the car but I’m not sure and my hair’s wet so I’m not going out there now — and I don’t have any creamer for my coffee. WTH? I’ll definitely be going out at lunchtime for some caffeine!
My trainer was out yesterday so I worked out with her substitute. Holy hell, he was tough. He upped my weights on just about everything. I ended up doing about 20 minutes more cardio too. I’m surprised I’m not more sore today. We talked about weight loss and I mentioned I was considering surgery. OMG. You would have said I thought I was going to hack my fat off of my body. He actually said he was “begging” me to reconsider. Like this is a decision — and I haven’t even made my final decision — that anyone takes lightly. Like I’m going to wake up the morning after surgery and magically be a size 6. Ha! It still takes a lot of hard work and dedication to lose the weight and keep it off. I’m going to that seminar tonight; right now I’m thinking that the surgery is something that I want to do, it’s just a matter of deciding what kind. As I told my friend S., I can live without jelly bellys or onion rings the rest of my life if it means I could walk 5 miles on a nice day or sit on a plane without being paranoid that I’m going to crowd the person next to me … even though I know my Reese Witherspoon-like pointy chin will reappear!
