I brought in groceries tonight and was sweaty for about 30 minutes Ugh. It’s so fucking hot and humid. I hate it.
I was pleased to discover tonight that jeans that wouldn’t zip a few months ago now look great. I was smokin’ hot at Wal-Mart tonight! 
Then I came home and knocked over my glass of chardonnay, splashing most of my jeans with vino. Sigh.
After the disastrous run-in with crazy guy, I’ve decided that maybe I don’t want to get laid this weekend. To that end, tonight when I logged into Yahoo Messenger, I had a friend request from … Ryan. WTF is that all about? I denied the request, of course. I don’t even want to know what he’s thinking … unless it involves a dinner at Palomino. I ain’t too proud.
Went to WW and lost 4.2 lbs since last Wednesday! Woo hoo! Apparently the diet plan of no food and lots of booze is a winner. In that vein, I had a little bit of chicken and a whole lot of pina coladas at my friend Kim’s house tonight. Actually, that was planned, the drinks were just really yummy.
The more I told her about this weekend, the more of a bitch I felt like. Kim said, “Ok. So, he worked all day Saturday, spent 12 hours with you, went to work all day Sunday, came over and stayed until midnight, then had to be at work today at 7:30?” I paused and said, “God, I’m a bitch.” I did send him an e-mail before I went out tonight, basically pointing out that I was irritable as hell due to lack of sleep, blah blah blah, and I got what he was trying to say, it was just his wording. Then I said that I figured we both could use some “me” time and sleep and that I hadn’t planned to see him until the end of the week. (The whole e-mail was put together a little better than those sentences were.) He hasn’t opened it but he hasn’t been on Myspace today either.
I should sleep but I’m just all tired and kinda drunk and wheeeeeee ….
Obviously I can’t think of a post title. Spent another day @ work gaga over Jason. We’re going over to his friend’s house Thursday for dinner. At this point I don’t care what we do as long as this torture ends and I get some action. Seriously, I have not been this jacked up over a guy in I don’t know how long. I told my friend S. that I needed her to slap the shit out of me if I start talking marriage in 2 weeks, a la our colleague who just got engaged. Then S. flipped out, thinking that I was already thinking marriage. Nay nay nay. Getting past a second date would probably be wise before considering a further course of action.
I am pooped. Hit the gym for this first time in way too long. I did the elliptical and then rode the bike. Ugh. I could fall asleep now, I think, and it’s not even 9.
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My trip to the dentist this morning was more painful in a figurative, rather than literal, sense. About 6 weeks ago, a crown broke and I had the remaining slivers of tooth removed. Today, I went in for the temporary bridge. All the dentist did was take a few impressions and drill on the teeth on either side of the missing tooth. It cost me $1,200. That was my cost AFTER insurance. Holy fucking shit. I slowly put away my debit card and pulled out the Visa. I probably have about $10k in my mouth. Too bad I can’t cash it in.
The dentist numbed me so much that I was still partially frozen after 7 hours. I’m now novacaine-free but my face is still swollen and my poor little jaw is pretty sore. I’m eating my standard comfort food of mac and cheese (although I’m weird, I just put shredded cheese on the pasta and bake it, no milk or anything else) but tomorrow it’s back to Weight Watchers with a vengeance. I need to start fitting the gym back into my schedule. Tomorrow is my hair appointment and I most likely won’t be home until after 7. Wednesday, I need to go to the funeral home after work, as my co-worker’s sister died. Thursday, I’m going out with the girls after work. See a pattern? I am Monique, master excuse maker.
I was a happy girl to see new video clips of my beloved George Michael on Yahoo. STFU. I fucking love George Michael. He looks like shit but he still sounds good. I couldn’t embed the clips but right now, they are featured on Yahoo. Somehow, George escaped my gaydar back in the day. Again, STFU. I attribute it to my youth. I was going to say that at age 10, I may not have known what homosexuality was, but that’s not true — I remember sassing my mother about Frankie Goes to Hollywood, asking if she didn’t want me to listen to them b/c the lead singer was a ho-mo-sex-ual. Ah, the look on my parents’ and grandparents’ faces was priceless. Anyway. Despite the short shorts, despite the jazz hands, despite the tight jeans and unerringly manicured stubble, I believed that George liked the ladies. Sigh. I was even shocked several years ago to read a story about him in the Enquirer, about how distraught he was after his partner died of AIDS. Denial, thy name is Monique. I doubt George will tour in the U.S., but if he does, I will so be there. Even if I have to pay for a second ticket to bribe someone to accompany me!!!
It was a looong drive back to Indiana today. I got home a little after 3, then proceeded to take a 90-minute nap. I had to go to the Weight Watchers by the mall to weigh in and it took nearly an hour round-trip, just in traffic, to go about 20 miles total. Yay. And then I gained 0.2 lbs. I suppose that’s not too awful, considering the beer, the cheesy bread, the mozzarella sticks, the french fries …
I am so not into going to work tomorrow but at least it will be a three-day week for me. I have 2 1/2 days of “team” meetings next week. I can’t wait for the forced interaction with Ms. Forced Prayer. Actually, it’s going to be horrible. I’d rather just avoid her for the rest of my career.
Sunday night, I stayed up until 2 a.m. watching this crazy show, Man vs. Wild. This guy is dropped off in the middle of nowhere and has to find civilization with no supplies. In one episode, he was in Kenya. It was fucking crazy. He had no water so he extracted and drank the liquid from ELEPHANT SHIT. It was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen. Blech.
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 …
came from my trauma … I lost 2.6 lbs this week. Score! That brings my total to 23.2 lbs lost. That reminds me, I didn’t put a photo up for April. I’m so vain.
Considering I just ate a burger and fries from Hardees, I probably gained it all back.
I’m watching DreamGirls for the third time. I fucking LOVE this movie. I should just buy it. I downloaded the soundtrack from iTunes. I heart Eddie Murphy in this movie. Do any of y’all know who his character is “supposed” to be? My mom and I were discussing this. My guess was Marvin Gaye, even though he was murdered and didn’t die from an overdose. My mom grew up in Detroit too; she should know this stuff!
Drove back home today. Five loooong hours. Sigh. I stayed home for about an hour, then peeled my ass off the couch and went to the gym. Ugh. My dad gave me some $$ yesterday so I decided to get a mani/pedi (Senorita Rosalita by OPI, of course) then went to WW to weigh in. Bah. I was up 0.8 lbs. I suppose that’s to be expected given that I played a little fast and loose with the points last week. But that didn’t stop me from getting mozzarella sticks from Arby’s tonight. YUM.
I was in the car today and Scott called me from work to ask what the “big word” was that I used. Actually, I had used several four- and five-syllable words in our conversations, ’cause that’s how I roll. But this particular word was “colloquialism,” which I had use to describe his use of “you betcha” and a few other Minnesota-isms. I had to smile because he was clearly talking to his co-worker about me, because in setting up the situation, Scott said, “I told him, ‘and she uses big words too!’” Sometimes I talk like I’m 15, sometimes I talk like I have a PhD. You just never know what you’re gonna get with me. I talked to a friend today and she was shocked — shocked! — that I actually had two dates with the same guy and am keeping him around for a third. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, given my ‘06 dating season record.
How can I eat 8 mozzarella sticks and still want something else?!?!?! Good God. I’m such a junkie.
Went to Weight Watchers tonight — I’m down another 1 lb. That brings me to 19.4 lbs total. I was especially pleased, because I ate out twice last week plus didn’t exercise all that much. I want to cross the 20 lb mark next week!
Scott called me tonight; we’re going out again on Thursday since I’m going to Michigan on Friday. We talked for close to an hour. Thinking back, I was never able to talk this easily with Mark or the other Scott. So I’ll ask him the questions to address my concern from the other night and see where things go …
The woman at work who replaced me came over in tears today to tell me she was leaving. Her sister has terminal cancer (lung and brain) and the doctor told her today his estimate of how much time she has left. I didn’t ask, but it can’t be good. I just gave her a hug and said that I wished there was something I could say … but really, what is there? All you can do is hope that the end comes as comfortably as possible for her sister.
There has been so much up-and-down lately, I’m really getting sick of it! Today a colleague e-mailed that she was leaving, effective the end of the month. I like her a lot more now that I don’t work too closely with her. I think I’ve mentioned her before, she’s the one who talked to Barack Obama in the airport. She’s just up in Chicago though so I can see her when I’m in the city.
Last night I got a take-and-bake pizza from Papa Murphy’s. Yum. Their deLite cheese pizza only is 4 pts a slice. I’ve had um 4 slices tonight — and I think I’m gonna eat the last one too! That’s what weigh-in night is for.
OMG Survivor is going to be on Dancing with the Stars tomorrow, singing “Eye of the Tiger.” I am SO recording that!!!!
This is my most favoritest workout song EVER. It reminds me of being in South Beach, which means I probably did something unspeakable while wildly trashed at the club when this song was playing.
Anyway. I listened to it nonstop Sunday during my workout. I don’t like the original version of the song, but I love this mix. My favorite part starts at about 2:05 Then about 2:40, I really want to dance.
“Everytime (Above and Beyond Mix)” by Britney Spears
P.S. Upon further reflection, I decided this song makes me want to drink, dance and have sex. Now that’s a hell of a song!
