Because I am extremely fickle

I am bitter today. Very bitter. I used to think of myself as a very level individual, not so much lately. Yesterday I was just fine, today I am bitter. I think I need a new job, my job makes me bitter. Very bitter.

That's all. Have a lovely night.

Because I'm working on not being bitter

I'm working on it, I really am. I'm trying to not be as bitter as I was last week. Last week was a very bitter week in my life. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's the most bitter I've been in quite a while. However, I'm moving on. I'm trying to see the bright side of things. It may have something to do with the icky snow melting and the sun coming out. I'm not sure.

In other news, Jillian and I made friends tonight. It was rough. Much rougher than a twenty minute workout should be. I think I may be out of shape. Surprisingly enough it felt good. Really good. And now I feel like I've accomplished something today. Yay me.

I've also given up Diet Pepsi. Now, let's not get crazy here, I briefly considered abandoning Diet Coke (but then what kind of stereotypical Mormon mommy would I be), but eventually decided on simply giving up drinking Diet Pepsi at work. No Diet Pepsi has turned into me drinking water. I'm really hoping it makes me slightly less hungry. It hasn't exactly panned out yet, but I'm not giving up hope.

Wee One has started crawling and there are all kinds of stories to relate there, but quite frankly Jillian has worn me out.

Have a lovely evening interwebs.

Heart,

Stacy

Because I am a bad person

I am. I am a bad person. Right now I am sitting on the couch blogging while watching Police Women of Maricopa County. (You didn't actually think I only watched Cops, right) I've been thinking about The Shred for the last forty minutes, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I also ate a whole junk load of Oreos today and pizza, lots of pizza. And you know what, I don't feel bad about it.

I'm not completely sure that I really have what it takes to be skinny again. And at this point, I'm just thinking about it because I want to be the skinny, attractive new couple in the ward when we move. Have I mentioned how conceited I am? I already have to combat with a bald baby. I mean, yeah, she's cute and perfectly behaved, but she has no hair and I am bothered by it way more than could be considered normal.

Also, can we just discuss for a minute how many problems arise with marriage because of the different atmospheres and customs that people grow up in? I won't go into specifics, because interwebs I don't truly trust you, but seriously? I mean, seriously!?

In other news, this week a job which shall not be named, corporate office got an email about a "main manager dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, wearing slippers, looking like she had just rolled out of bed." First, I don't go anywhere looking like I just rolled out of bed, remember how conceited I am? Second, I don't own slippers. Period. Flip flops, people, not slippers, and my toenails are perfectly painted. And third, I can't walk into a building without being mobbed. Lay off the jeans and sweatshirt. Rant over.

For the record, I have no idea what I weigh right now. I can't even think about how depressing that would be and quite frankly I've had enough stress this week.

Man, I sound bitter today. That's all. Please don't tell.

Heart,

Stacy

Because I have changed my mind

I have changed my mind. I don't want to buy a house anymore. I mean, I get it, I understand that a significant number of people have defaulted in their mortgages, but I'm pretty sure by the end of this the bank's going to want a DNA sample, a clean drug test, and my first born. And if I give them my first born I won't really need the house anymore, now will I?