Oh, shit, here we go…

So last week, I was going to post a blog about “I’m thinking of doing on-line dating again.”

And I was going to get opinions.

I’ve got some opinions through emails.

Well, today, kind of on a whim, I signed up. No, really. I did. I’m not even totally sure why. I mean, of course I know why … but I don’t know why today was the day. I guess I had the balls to do it, so I did it. Despite being strapped for cash, I did it.  It was one of those things that started to happen before I thought too much about it.

Not that I’m necessarily looking to get married, but for real…I’ve been to and heard of so many weddings from people who met on-line. So I’m giving it a go. Testing the waters. Yet AGAIN. … I mean, I’m not meeting people elsewhere, so….

Not in a pessimistic way, but I don’t have very high expectations. I’m just doing it for something new. I just emailed a friend this week and told her i felt “stagnant.” Even if I don’t find the love of my life, or even get a few good dates, my life won’t be as stagnant, at least hopefully. At least for a bit. Of course I’m really hoping that I get more than just a bunch of bad dates, but it’s something different!! And I think that’s what I need for a bit.

Maybe some of the better stories will be posted here. Maybe. I mean, we all know that I have some doozies. None as bad as some of the other ones I’ve read or heard about. And here’s hoping I never have one THAT bad, but still…. we’ll see.

I think it’ll be fun. In fact, I know it will be fun. As someone once told me, “when you go on dates, you really do go ‘balls to the wall,’” so I hope that continues on!

So much to say

Just wanted to let you know, my faithful readers, that I do in fact have a lot to write about. I’m about to go get a (free!!) massage, so I won’t write right now, but wanted to take a second to say hi. And stuff.

I’ll leave you with this gem, that has come up several times in the past few days (or even hours?):

(mainly for you, car, but it also makes me giggle in a sick sort of way)

Ooops and maybe fries

Okay, maybe this is one of my favorites of ALL time. I can’t hear Fur Elise without thinking of this commercial and singing “Oh I wish I were already there.”

“I do it all the time”

One of my favorite commercials of all time:

Penny Pinching

I’m realizing that I’m gonna have to figure out how to pinch pennies better.

For real, yo.

I think I went a little too crazy this summer and I’m nervous about it now.

More accountability going on here than anything.  I really want that pedicure. Maybe now that I won’t use A/C as much, that’ll help. And if I wear my underwear more than once…. (just kiddin’ on that one).

I mean, I’ve still got more than $100, so I’m not all that bad off, but still.  I mean, really, I’m okay for now. Just okay.

I just need to be more careful between paychecks.

Had to say it out loud.

Maybe I need to quit the WW online. That’s obviously not going too well for me. But it could be. If I were the one to try harder.  I know I need that accountability. I just gotta get over this first hump, on my way to losing. Geez, I can’t believe how hard of a time I’m having this go-round.

Use food more, rather than letting it go to waste or go rotten or spoil.

Cook more meals at home (just like I used to do, when I was losing weight)…Hmm connection there??

Ah! Lose just a few pounds so I can go back a jeans size (of jeans I already have).

All is well and fine.

Just had to talk to someone.

Dirty Crushes

I’m so in love with the show Top Chef.   I watch it religiously. And now that I have DVR, that makes things that much better! I watch it when it’s on re-runs, of episodes I’ve seen before. I have my favorites and my least favorites.

Got wind of this “thing” at Whole Foods. First of all, it’s Whole Foods. Who doesn’t love that?! Second, it’s a fucking cook off of some of the Top Chef people!! I so heart Ilan and also Casey. I was so pulling for her.

Like the rest of the world, I have a crush on Padma.  She’s just so cute and loveable and her accent of I don’t know what origin. I also like Tom. I didn’t use to. But he grew on me. He’s kind of a jerk sometimes, and that makes me like him that much more. Like I think about how he’d be in the bed….wait, sorry… I know some of you are a little tamer than that. But, if I’m honest…

I digress.

So, tomorrow,  I’ll be sure to give a full report. Seriously. I’m giddy. I’ve never been to a cook-off like this. Also? It supports a good cause. Knowing me, I’ll probably start supporting them or something.

Anyway, I was in a sour mood earlier. And now I’m super excited. Something fun to look forward to. And with a super fun person, too.

So, yay!

Flavors

This is from Friday5.org… I want to write something, so I went to the archives. This seems to fit.

1. What’s too spicy for your tastes?
2. What’s too sweet for your tastes?
3. What’s too salty for your tastes?
4. What’s too bitter for your tastes?
5. What’s too sour for your tastes?

1. I don’t like Mexican spice as much as Asian spice. I’d rather burn my face off on wasabi or Sriracha or Tom Kha soup. I do love salsa. Love, love it. But if it’s too spicy, I don’t like it.  Like habanero and stuff? That doesn’t interest me.

2. I know there are things that are too sweet for me. Of course right now I can’t think of anything. Cadbury eggs are pretty damn sweet, but I do eat those. Very carefully.  Coconut stuff, like coconut sno cones are too sweet. Same with caramel.

3. Oh, I love salt. This is a hard one to answer, too.

4. Finally one I don’t love. I don’t love bitter. The medicine I’ve been swishing around my mouth is bitter if you rinse or drink too soon. It’s awful.

5. Those War Heads candy are sour. But sour in a fun way.  I love the sour in some Thai foood.  Sour milk? That’s no good.  I can’t think of sour foods too much now.

Obviously I want to write something, but this crap is not inspiring me much.

My apologies for the boring blog.

I’m out of control…

Not terribly out of control. But more than I should be.

I started this blog when I re-started WW again over again.

I’ve been doing it for 7 weeks now. I’m up 0.2 from when I started. You’re supposed to lose 0.5-2.0 a week. Obviously I’m not doing that. So, yes, I could be UP 7 times that much. … but it’s still discouraging.

But the other thing is that I know I’m not doing everything I should be doing. I haven’t worked out AT ALL this week–but I’m sure oral surgery is a good enough excuse.

And I could have today. But I just didn’t. Today wasn’t the day. And it wasn’t a bad day. Wasn’t a good day. I just didn’t work out. I sat on my ass and watched TV, played on the interweb and read.

And I have to give myself the persmission not to work out sometimes. And the permission not to do perfectly. So I haven’t been awful with the eating. But I also haven’t been how I “should” be.  How I know I have to be in order to lose.

It’s annoying. I’m frustrated. But sometimes not frustrated to do enough about it.

This is the way the world ends; Not with a bang but a whimper

Another t.s. eliot quote.

So there’s that whole thing about how the world could explode or disappear or something.  Look it up on cnn or your preferred news source, if you don’t believe me.  The button in Europe could cause black holes, blah blah blah.

Now, that pisses me off. I mean, really, that would suck. And not suck in the “I still have to say sorry to grandpa, and I still have to climb K12 and I have to start a charity” sort of way.

Things are good right now. I’m having my fair share of problems and stresses and all that. Yes. And, yes I wish some things were easier.

But, I will say this. Things are good now.

I just bought a house. It’s fairly clean. I have a cat. She’s pretty normal some of the time.

My job is okay (although I was annoyed at first today–story for another time),  most of the time. I like what I do.  Parts of today were pretty awesome.  Hugs (side) from kids who don’t know you all that well is pretty awesome.  I love summers.

I have amazing friends. I’m making more. I’m making progress in things that I wanted to make progress in. I’m learning how to make progress in other areas of life. I read a bunch this summer. I learned to knit socks. I joined a CSA. I love cooking. I love wine. I’m taking steps. I’m doing all these cool things.

It would really just suck if the world ended tomorrow.

I’m not ready for that yet.

She’s still here…

So, many moons ago, I blogged (over on that lame ole myspace) about Yoshiko Shephard. The poor woman. I feel for her.

See, to sum it up from the other blog, I kept getting calls for her from doctor’s offices and from pharmacies.  Occasionally I’d talk to a real live person. Other times I’d get a recording. One time a collection agency called me. I called back (rather nervously), and they told me her name. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Nope, not me. Take my number off.

She went away for awhile.

Well, she’s back.

When I had come back from Asia this summer, as I stood waiting for the tram at O’Hare, I listened to my 800 messages. One of them–you got it–was a collector for Yoshiko. I ignored it.

They’ve been calling again. Usually it comes in from an “Unknown” number and I don’t answer them. Well, sometimes when mom calls, it comes in as “unknown,” so I’ve been answering. I usually hang up (when it’s a recording “from the business office.”). One time, though, the message said that they had an important message for “me.” I pressed one as I was told.

I waited. For about a minute, when the message said, “your call cannot be answered at this time.” (or something to that effect) *click*. And then it hung up. Wow. Glad they weren’t calling for the real me. All I was gonna say was, “Yoshiko don’t live here no more.”

“Unknown” called again just now. I answered. I was real nice about it. I said, “Ya know, I’ve gotten lots of calls for her at this number, and she is not at this number.” The woman on the other line apologized and said she’d remove the number. (Note to all–I was nice; she was nice back.)

I feel like I know a lot about this Yoshiko (Yoshika?) person. She’s been in the hospital, she’s seen lots of doctors, she’s had prescriptions filled, she’s late on bills (lots) and she wrote her number wrong on at least one place at least one time.

I still hope she’s able to figure her life out.

On the bright side, at least I know that if I ever get so out of control in debt, I have lots of chances.