I used to be quite the little craftster. Cross-stitch was my thing. I haven’t done it in a few years. I don’t know why I quit, I used to do it all the time. Tonight I found two pieces that I did but never framed. It may surprise you to know that I used to be a Sunday school teacher. The church that I still hold membership in is affiliated with the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). It’s a liberal denomination, one that allows you to have a variety of opinions on different subjects. I was very involved and also good friends with the pastor. But, with the divorce, I left. It is a small church and my ex’s grandparents still go there. In fact, he “asked” for the church although he rarely goes. I’ve only been to church a handful of times in the past 3 years, mainly because, living in the bible belt, it is difficult to find a congregation or even a denomination that I can agree with. For example, one requirement I have is that women have equal opportunity for leadership positions. Of course, “tolerance” is a huge issue with me. I’m not going to sit in church and hear how someone I love is going to burn in hell because of who he loves.
Anyway. I’m thinking about finishing off this cross-stitch and giving it to a coworker as an anniversary present. She and her husband are devout Christians. I really admire her dedication to her beliefs, because she lives them. And she is one of the only conservative Christians I have ever met who is open and accepting of others.
So here’s my little masterpiece. I was really proud when I saw it tonight. It’s good. I need to get back into creative things. I have to create and express … I just do.
Well, we’re talking about me, so ok, “who’s the man?” isn’t entirely accurate. But you get my drift. Why am I patting myself in the back? Because I, who have been working my ass off at the gym, lost 3.2 lbs! That brings my total to 13.2 lbs. I can’t even tell you how glad I was to see the scale go down, because I have been so careful and have worked so damn hard this week. I did my strength training again tonight plus the horrific cardio — the arc trainer and elliptical were my intervals of the devil tonight.
I’m taking my car in tomorrow to have the rear brakes fixed. Ugh. I also have to renew my license plates before the 15th. Ugh. Between the two costs, I’m looking at around $700. Greaaat. Oh, and I have to call my asshole ex, as I got a letter from the IRS about the $$ he said he was going to pay. I should put my dad on the phone with him. My dad’s “disappointed” voice can get anything done.
Holy moley, Ricky Schroeder is on 24 now. I may have to start watching that. I have a great love with Ricky. Sigh …
Yesterday I got the idea to rearrange my living room. I’ve had the same configuration for two years, mainly because of my big-ass couch. It’s a sectional, in three pieces, including a chaise. My main room consists of the living room, kitchen and eating area, and the couch either has to go against one wall or the other. So last night, in about 35 minutes, I moved my book case, wine rack, TV and assorted components, desk, CD/DVD rack, cat tree and the couch. I was without TV or internet until this afternoon, as I had to buy a long cable (only one active cable outlet in the room) but that wasn’t a big deal. At first I wasn’t sure that I liked the set-up but it’s growing on me. I can see my large windows that previously were to my back. The cats seem pleased with the new placement of their tree and when they are happy, I’m happy, because they leave me alone. 
I’m still having problems sleeping, which is ironic, considering how tired I was for the past few weeks. But yesterday my energy was way up and I was feeling sassy. I worked out for an hour and then did all that stuff at home. I read for a while and ended up staying up past 11. I tossed and turned until 1 and then finally took a sleeping pill. Gah. I go back to the doctor on Monday for a follow-up so that’s one more thing to mention to him.
I am getting really excited about seeing my family in a few weeks. It’s amazing how my relationship with my parents has improved since I’ve been more open with them the past few years. In turn, they have been more open with me. We’re not a touchy-feely group by any stretch of the imagination but it’s definitely better than in years past. My crazy-ass ex-therapist would be so proud.
Apparently I am an inspiration. While I sometimes have a healthy ego, I never considered myself to be a person that someone would choose to emulate.
All these years, I have been wrong.
This week, I have received the following accolades:
– Two friends have told me that my commitment to working out and eating healthy has inspired them do to the same. Even though they hate it as much as me.
– Another friend went to the doctor today after she realized that she may be depressed. She said it was openness about talking about not feeling “right” that led her to examine how she had been feeling for quite some times.
– Finally, the woman who replaced me at work continues to refer to me as her “mentor.” This makes me laugh every time I hear it, because it’s something I would say sarcastically, but I think she is quite serious. Especially because she sent me a Bible verse that made her think of me.
If anyone needs to find me, I will be sitting on my pedestal.
In other news, I am obsessed with steak fries. A serving of 8-10 fries (depending on the brand) is only 2 WW points. Holy cow. They are so good. In fact, I have not one, not two, but three servings in the oven right now. Throw in some deli ham and snow peas and I am a happy dieter. I am getting more compliments on my weight loss. One colleague, after I said I wished the weight loss showed in my ass rather than my face, has made it a point to compliment my ass each day. Awww. That’s why we tell people we’re like sisters.
I broke the 10-lb mark tonight at Weight Watchers! It was a close one — I had the, shall we say, hormonal fluctuations that most women deal with — but I knocked out 1.2 lbs this week to bring my total to 10.6 lbs.
Have you seen the nasty photos of that loudmouthed skank from American Idol? I think her name is Antonella. In one, she’s pulling an American Beauty, lying with rose petals scattered about. In others, she’s in a sheer white shirt at some fucking WAR MEMORIAL. Oh yeah, that’s hot. Not. I have a feeling she’s going to show up in the “Sexy or Skanky” column of Cosmo or Glamour or whatever.
I am feeling quite kick-ass tonight. Maybe I’m finally get adjusted to my medicine and of course, I am pleased as punch at how well WW is working for me. Speaking of, it’s time to eat more. Got more points to use …
I’m finally emerging from my pharmaceutical haze — which is a good thing, as this morning I had to drive in the freakiest weather condition ever, freezing fog. It was probably the worst fog I’ve ever encountered — at times I couldn’t see more than 50 feet in front of me. Not fun.
I had a breakthrough at the gym tonight. After 30 minutes on the bike, I got on the treadmill to do 30 minutes, as usual, and I realized, this isn’t hard. I received a few compliments today; I guess I didn’t think that 9 lbs. would make a difference but apparently it does. Although I’m pretty sure one person was complimenting me b/c she thinks that she can get to me through my weight. Ha. While I do love the flattery, I’m not that easy.
Shut up. lol
Apparently my ass-kicking routine is paying off, as I not only lost the 1.4 lbs. I gained last week but another pound as well, bringing my total weight loss to 9.4 lbs in four weeks. Score!
January 2006
Rang in the new year with my surprisingly not-impotent-for-once boyfriend, Mark. I was pissed b/c his cable wasn’t hooked up yet and I couldn’t watch Dick Clark. He met my friends, then broke up with me a week later. I vented publicly and then cried. All in all, not a good month.
February 2006
Still smarting from the break-up, I didn’t eat for a week and then developed a sinus infection. Oh yeah, I was on a roll. But my brother and NYC Watchdog both threatened to kick Mark’s ass, so that was nice. I got the second inkling that my therapist may be a whack job. One of my good friends started dating a con man. That was bad.
March 2006
I started going out with Scott, a guy who I originally thought was “too nice” for me. Ha. We got off to a slow start but things went ok. For a few weeks at least. But before it all fell apart, he did call me out on not making myself vulnerable emotionally. I tried to make a joke of it, ha. Eh, kind of a slow month.
April 2006
In one of my most popular posts, I recounted the tragic tale of Pastor Carl, he of the smallest wee wee ever. Then Scott gave me $100 to buy lingerie. That was kinda weird. The relationship ended before he had a chance to see the garter belt and 5″ heels I bought with his cash. Oh well. The con man saga continued. I had an awkward run-in with Ryan and his father. Then I got pissed off and gave Ryan my blog address.
May 2006
So Ryan made his way through my blog archives. That was mildly horrifying for me. I declared my intent to have a great ass. Ryan dared to come over to my apartment wearing sandals and socks. The photo still makes me shudder. I attended my first wedding since getting divorced and decided the thought of remarriage made me feel ill. I fixed my own smoke detector, disclosed my struggles with depression, took an HIV test, nearly broke both my legs in a bathing incident, compiled the obligatory 100 things about me list, and ran into someone from my former life as a Sunday School teacher. Busy month.
June 2006
I started out the month by breaking up with my therapist. Crazy biatch. What I was looking for in a relationship started to become more clear, but then went right ahead and had some good sex anyway. (But a week later, I was pissed off at the lucky gent again.) I had a few run-ins with my ex-husband, first about taxes and then about some lame-ass text messages he and his then-gf sent me. In more fun, I had to ask my parents for money. My second job provided me with some entertainment, my co-worker taught me a new phrase, plus I learned what a corn-hole toss is.
July 2006
On the 3rd, I celebrated a very special day — my one year blogiversary spectacular. I received a drunken txt from a coworker, an e-mail from my ex-bf Mark pimping his latest community theatah project and a lot of sympathy for yet another night spent moping over my ex. I found out that I wasn’t pregnant, mocked the new use of my childhood bedroom, and nearly was charged $300 for shipping from IKEA. I mourned the marriage of my favorite WT crush, Kid Rock and won a contest on one of my favorite sites. Eh, the humidity must have slowed me down in July … Oh wait, I did have my first (and only, I think) protected post. And so few of you took the opportunity to read it. Sigh.
August 2006
I started out the month by complaining about how few people asked for the password to my first protected post. Ryan and I discussed porn and Kriss Kross. I cried over “The Life Aquatic,” the last movie my ex and I saw together; I canceled a date and felt kinda bad about it; I nearly died walking 5 miles; and I bemoaned my lack of anonymity. My ex showed up at my tanning salon and then saw him again (or so I thought). I came down with tonsillitis, finally went back to work and then went back to the doctor for a shot in the ass. I started feeling better, but then had an allergic reaction on the same day I had to give a major presentation. Obviously feeling better, I was in the middle of an intimate encounter when my cat intruded. That was awkward. My hairstylist cautioned me against sex while on antibiotics while my friend walked in on her ex-husband jacking off.
September 2006
Once again, I thought about leaving this site, or at least taking a little break. I had blue toenails, went floating to relax, had to deal with seeing my ex at yet another work event, and started seeing lots of people from my past. I went to a play and saw one more person. Crazy. Then, a jackass from the past resurfaced, I wrote a few haiku and I wondered if I qualified as “quirkyalone.” Reggie lost his brush-brush, my therapist called - again, and someone tried to break into my apartment. Good times.
October 2006
I got a new job plus made a date with my ex-husband. I learned numerology, went on the date with my ex and then talked about the experience some more. I reposted the reason why I love NYC Watchdog, as well as lyrics to a really good song that fits my mood a lot. My birthday was celebrated with balloons, lots of balloons, and a party. Ryan and I stopped seeing each other. Again. I talked to a drag queen, learned a new song, got very drunk and went dancing, then got mad at myself and realized I was a bitch. In a bad way.
November 2006
I started out the month with a business trip to Atlanta. Then, my mom gave me crap, but what else is new? I attended a class called “controlling your clutter, which, fyi, hasn’t worked yet. My ex called to tell me he was promoted, again and my brother e-mailed me a very wise message about not getting involved again with the ex. I found an old post that resonated with me and answered one of the dumbest questions ever at work. Despite being “too busy” to go out, my ex continued to do stupid shit, like send more lame-ass text messages. I had a date and it was a dud. Ryan showed up again, my parents discussed Xzibit, I went to Vegas and won some cash.
December 2006
I supported Global Orgasm Day and recorded first-ever audio post. I discovered I am a Tantric Master, trotted out my first high school column, posted my phone number, and wrote about my continued feeling of … blah. More crap from the ex, I confronted an ex-boyfriend, and bought myself a sweet-ass coffee maker. My brother gave me an awesome Steve Seagal clip to put up for Christmas then my dad gave us really weird Christmas presents. Finally, NYC Watchdog said some really nice things about me. I’m no. 2 on his list, yo.
I am a huge fan of I’m Not Obsessed — I read the site daily, sometimes more than daily. (It’s cheaper and better than subscribing to a tabloid!)
I am the fabulous winner of the contest — IÂ won 50 notecards from Lauren Goessling Designs (I love notecards too, I’m a total dork when it comes to paper) plus shirts from Whiteboy. (Um, happy birthday to my brother? LOL).
Sweeeet!
