Yeah, I know. I haven't written in a long ass time. I've really been meaning to. Seriously. I've just been busy. Really busy. In fact, just yesterday did the final relative vacate my house and leave me and Matt to our own California lonesome.
So what happened while I was gone? Well, there was Christmas, and that rocked because it was our first Christmas in CA and my mom came out and we went shopping A LOT and my mom bought me some kick ass shoes and a bunch of stuff from Williams and Sonoma. And Matt and I did a lot of fun things, mostly having to do with the scads of new books we got and old episodes of Iron Chef, which sounds strange, but really it wasn't. And then there was work, which generally sucked because of a whole lot of things. And I got the flu, which also sucked, and took me out of commission for a very, very long time.
Oh, and I think I saw Billie Joe Armstrong at Target on Christmas Eve.
But I'm back now, and work still sucks. It's weird because I really wanted a job like this for a long time, but it is so mind numbingly boring that sometimes I want to go back to selling coffee where at least I could see people and know that I made somebody's day perhaps a teensy bit better. Here, I just sit and type and spend time on the internet and try to look busy and hope that someone comes in and asks a question so I can talk their ear off for about 15 minutes and have some human connection. It sucks. And really, I'm not getting paid that much, at least not enough to justify being bored all day long. So there's that.
But anyway, I made a New Year's Resolution to lose weight, which is what I have resolved at New Year's for the past 3 years and haven't done yet. But this time, I mean it. Two reasons: 1) My mom (who is a professor at JMU) checked her "Rate My Professor" profile and found that she has been voted "Hot" by two seperate people, and so I figure, if my mom is hot, its doubly disheartening if I'm not and 2) We got a Victoria's Secret swim suit catalog in the mail yesterday, and well...that says enough about that. So I have gotten a membership to the YMCA and have bought that book "French Women Don't Get Fat" and am trying to diet and exercise and all of those things. It's really not that bad. My dear husband thinks that it is funny and even went so far as to say, "You're not fat. I mean, you don't have to use a crane as a form of transport." That, my friends, is the caring, loving man of my dreams.
Also, I resolved to read more, and am trying my best at that.
I guess I should have resolved to update my blog more. Hmmm.
Well, I should go. It is 12:00 and I am going to eat my piddly little salad that I brought to munch on. Have a good un, my skinny little dears.
So what happened while I was gone? Well, there was Christmas, and that rocked because it was our first Christmas in CA and my mom came out and we went shopping A LOT and my mom bought me some kick ass shoes and a bunch of stuff from Williams and Sonoma. And Matt and I did a lot of fun things, mostly having to do with the scads of new books we got and old episodes of Iron Chef, which sounds strange, but really it wasn't. And then there was work, which generally sucked because of a whole lot of things. And I got the flu, which also sucked, and took me out of commission for a very, very long time.
Oh, and I think I saw Billie Joe Armstrong at Target on Christmas Eve.
But I'm back now, and work still sucks. It's weird because I really wanted a job like this for a long time, but it is so mind numbingly boring that sometimes I want to go back to selling coffee where at least I could see people and know that I made somebody's day perhaps a teensy bit better. Here, I just sit and type and spend time on the internet and try to look busy and hope that someone comes in and asks a question so I can talk their ear off for about 15 minutes and have some human connection. It sucks. And really, I'm not getting paid that much, at least not enough to justify being bored all day long. So there's that.
But anyway, I made a New Year's Resolution to lose weight, which is what I have resolved at New Year's for the past 3 years and haven't done yet. But this time, I mean it. Two reasons: 1) My mom (who is a professor at JMU) checked her "Rate My Professor" profile and found that she has been voted "Hot" by two seperate people, and so I figure, if my mom is hot, its doubly disheartening if I'm not and 2) We got a Victoria's Secret swim suit catalog in the mail yesterday, and well...that says enough about that. So I have gotten a membership to the YMCA and have bought that book "French Women Don't Get Fat" and am trying to diet and exercise and all of those things. It's really not that bad. My dear husband thinks that it is funny and even went so far as to say, "You're not fat. I mean, you don't have to use a crane as a form of transport." That, my friends, is the caring, loving man of my dreams.
Also, I resolved to read more, and am trying my best at that.
I guess I should have resolved to update my blog more. Hmmm.
Well, I should go. It is 12:00 and I am going to eat my piddly little salad that I brought to munch on. Have a good un, my skinny little dears.
posted by Southern Belle at 2:20 PM
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