Seriously, There Ought to be a Degree for This

Thought I would share the pics of DS' new car that Grandma and I ordered for him. I tried to document this to illustrate what exactly I spent two hours on Wednesday night.

Of course, the first thing my mom does when she sees it the next morning is how she will never order anything like this offline again. Nevermind I showed her the damn thing before I ordered it. She didn't like the "animal" eyes, and she couldn't walk behind like she wanted. Whatever. It's not going back now.

Anyway...back to my original point (yes, I had one...now where did I put it? Oh, yeah...).

I think that all new parents should be granted an honorary degree in engineering after completing X number of items assembled. Play yards, swings, bikes, highchair, misc. toys...I mean, c'mon. Have you seen some of these things out of the box? Oh, my heavens. The one I regret not documenting was this kitchen that my DH knocked over forty people to get at a Black Friday sale (OK, not really). The thing was in, literally, a thousand pieces with foreign instructions. No words, all pictures, and not very good ones at that. Do these people stay up nights thinking of how to screw with us?

I'm just thinking that, for all the aggravation, we could get some compensation, y'know? I'd settle for a blurb on my resume.

I Owe, I Owe, So Off to Work I Go

Hello out there, all you happy people.

I wanted to post something witty and urbane today; alas, my brain is mush. I put in a little OT at my job over the last couple of days, and I am really very tired. Plus, I tried to take a crash course in engineering so I could put together my son's new Little Tikes 30th Anniversary Ride and Rescue Coupe that arrived today. Ugh. I am spent. I am too tired to even upload the pic of my finished product.

I will post, though, a couple petition sites that I urge you to sign. You see, Rachelle LeFevre has been recast for the movie version of Eclipse due to "scheduling conflicts". Conflict, my maiden aunt. She is reportedly stunned at the news. So are we, the Twi-Hard community.

http://tinypetition.com/RachelleisVictoria
http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/rachelleinecpliseyes/

Thanks.

The Lost Weekend

OK - So tomorrow's a day late. Better than a dollar short, I guess. :-) I will get into the swing of things, eventually.

I am calling this my "lost weekend" but I let my diet slide a bit, but I feel much better because of it. I have PCOS with insulin resistance, so dieting for me is more of a challenge it is for most people. My body fights like hell to resist any changes I make.

I was listening to the Eat This, Not That guy on the Today Show yesterday. Just by making this little changes (ha!) I could lose 18 lbs in 6 months. Yeah, OK. I didn't eat half the crap he showed (although sesame chicken is a favorite, but I don't buy it often). I know that it's just representative, but stuff like that grates me.

Then I watch this show on the We network called I Want To Save Your Life (or as I read it in my mind, I Vant to Suck Your Blood...I've got to get off of this vampire kick...)

Anyway, this dude is a "diet detective" and "lives" with a person for a week analyzing their issues and obstacles to weight loss. Sounds great, right? As with most "reality" shows, it's deliciously cheesy.

The problem that I have is that none of these shows really address people's real problems. More accurately, they don't address any of my problems. Like my bean-pole mother, who causes so much anxiety in me, it's unreal. Working full time at a job that also causes additional stress. Being too exhausted from my schedule and my weight to eat much of anything, let alone stuff that I have to actually cook.

I guess if they did, they wouldn't attract many followers - everyone would be so depressed that they'd eat. So, that would kind of backfire.

I think I hear some cookies calling me...I will try to pretend that they have the wrong number.

P.S. For you fellow Twi-Hards...I present for your viewing - http://www.twilightgoogle.com/

I'm Such a Loser...

Well, maybe that's a bit harsh, but that's how I feel.

First, I've been remiss about updating this blog. I will never attract a following at this rate. For not posting lately, I apologize.

Second, I am a loser because my diet lasted like 4 days. I was sick as a dog going through sugar withdrawals and stress, so I think I need to regroup and start over. God, I wish I could quit eating altogether. It would be SO much easier. Think of all the time I'd save! LOL.

Third, I am totally geeking out about New Moon and just about anything Twilight related. I am so not someone who falls for hype, but wow...I am over the moon, as it were.

I am also not one who cares for FanFics (the characters belong to their original story, in my mind, and can only be accurately portrayed by the one who created them), but I've been giving some of them a chance, and some are really good. Check out one example: Let Your Light Shine. O. M. G. I'm tempted to write one myself, but...I would feel guilty about it. I usually like to take inspiration from stories I like, and embellish my own.

Which takes me to the last reason that I am a Loser (this is one with a capital L): I am going through my worthless period again. Let me explain that.

I don't feel like I've accomplished anything. I'm sitting here, thirty-effing-four years old and I have. done. nothing. My husband says he looks at my biggest two accomplishments every day. This from a man who's biggest aspiration in life right now is to sit all day, undisturbed, playing Guild Wars. Y'know, 'cause Scooter's got to get to level 9 and all. {grrrrr....}

Anyway...

I'll save more for tomorrow, otherwise I may not have anything to write about. :-)

Later.