G'morning, dearests. Back from a wonderful weekend with my parents, brother and SIL. We laughed a lot, and the only two bummers were: 1. I ate too much and didn't journal at all, and 2. We had to leave for home during the Superbowl and I missed the halftime show.
Why did I eat so much, you ask? Aaah, you know how families are. They have waffles for breakfast - eat a lot, then can go for hours without eating until the next large meal. Meanwhile, the waffles were so high in points that I ate only one and was hungry an hour after, wandering through stores with my mum. We got home (I was grouchy with hunger by then) and she had bought vegetable lasagna for us specially, so I had a slice, contemplated journalling it, then said (sing it with me, you all know the song) "Ah, screw it" and ate myself into a coma for the rest of the weekend. And today's weigh-in. Never mind. I had a very convivial time with my family - ate and drank and laughed a great deal. The only thing I regret are the handfuls of chips I ate because I was off-program and I could...
My poor friends back East, when are you gonna get a break with this weather? It sounds extremely inconvenient. No injuries or hypothermia for you to report, so that's good. I'm glad you're in Florida, Anagram.
Frogger, I'm starting to hate your manager for your sake. And I'm sorry the tadpole's not letting anything stay down. It's one of those prenant-women conundrums I've never been able to fathom. How do you get the calories and nutrients to your kiddo if you're unable to keep food down? Anyway, sending you strength and patience and a strong stomach...
Eydie, your track suit sounds really cool. Ramon and I (wsw, you listen in too) are now seriously contemplating painting our apartment and have chosen some pretty bright stuff (despite sage warnings from tiresome people who remind us that we'll have to paint over it someday). We decided that we're SICK of neutrals - we're going to put color everywhere and let the headaches begin! Naw, it won't be like that. But we're not buying neutral stuff any more. Color!!!
Ceara, sorry about your frustration levels today. Poor thing. Maybe treadmilling will joggle some of it out of you. Sometimes it helps for me...
Kaylets, I can't wait to read your speech. I am by no means a professional writer, but I'm avid reader who is keen to be delighted (bad writing aside). The perfect guinea pig. Isn't it lovely to have a hairdresser who gets it? I've had some that couldn't put their preconceived notions of what my hair SHOULD look like away and give me what I bloody well wanted! One had the temerity to tell me that I have a "very short neck" and anything below my chin would make the situation worse. I told her as coldly as I could that it was short because of a compression fracture I endured when I was 12 and I would grow my hair as long as I liked. Which leads me to the QOD: my hair is the longest it's ever been - down below my braline, but layered all the way up to my chin. Very bushy. Call me Hermione and I'll kill ya.
Wildfire, poor baby. Let's you and me crawl back onto the wagon with hunkered shoulders and commiserate. Punkin, hand me that butt-super-glue. That way falling off (or jumping off) will only occurr if I tear my *** right off. Actually, not a bad idea...

Nooo - the only thing balancing my belly is my ***. Guess I'll keep it where it is for the time being.
I'm also childless-by-choice. I do love children (well, OK, everybody says that) and am always so proud of mothers-to-be, but I've never thought I'd be a mother, not even when I was a kid. My MIL is starting to drop hints. Ironic, since I'd think she'd had her baby-fix for a good long time (Ramon's younger sister got pregnant with her son when she was 16, had him at 17, and now she and her son, 3 years old now, still live in my in-laws' house along with the father of the kid). I ask you. My brother doesn't drop hints at all. Since he's in med. school and can't be expected to father children yet (though they want them) and Ramon and I aren't doing much of anything career-wise, he mournfully asks when we'll make him an uncle. Often. Had to get a bit shirty with him this weekend. Strangely enough, my parents are the ones who don't give me trouble about it. I do adore them.
Amarantha, I'm afraid it was me dissing Texas. The people, not so much the land. I love the meadows and wildflowers and flatness and the iron-hard sky in the summer. We like Texas. We disliked the people in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area, probably because I had a very un-congenial workplace to deal with and it tainted me. It's an unfair attitude, I know, and I do remember the place fondly, but I still think that the stereotypes that surround the people of Plano and Denton are grounded in absolute truth.
Your story was cute, by the way. Things will change, my dear. Hopefully in our lifetimes. A lot of prejudice is born of the fact that our family is our little world and is therefore our "norm" for many years. Exposure kills prejudice (at least for a thinking mind), and that boy has been "exposed" to you. Good thing he met a kind, centered, strong single woman and not a defensive, crotchety and insecure one. Just by meeting you another male of our species has been set on the right path.
"Underworld" finally came in the mail today. Love that movie...
Right, I'm off to work. Love to you all!