Automatically Gross

I have a love/hate relationship with automatic flushing toilets.  I like how you don't have to touch them; you can just get up and move along.  Except it is not that easy.  The hate part comes with the friggin' crazy back splash on those things.  Ewww!  This is why I only use single or handicap public toilets for the most part.  They are larger so I have room to run away from the toilet when I get up so there is no worry of the back splash hitting the back of my legs.  Again, ewwww!  Seriously, we can't just have a technological advancement that doesn't have some sort of drawback?

Matchy, Matchy

Why do people feel the need to do this?  Just because you are wearing yellow shirt, does not mean that you have to wear yellow heels and carry a yellow bag.  This is especially true when the yellow color of the bag and shoes does not go AT ALL with the yellow color of the shirt.

This lady was walking down the hall and I noticed that she had this really cute light but not pale yellow shirt with some white flowers on it.  It was cute, tasteful and had a nice flow to it.  Then my eyes trail down to her shoes...her mustard yellow shoes.  Wha hoppened?!  I don't get it.  I know that if you wear the same color, it is tacky to have it all be the same exact shade but it is equally as tacky if you wear two shades that don't work together AT ALL.  In fact, just don't wear an outfit that has the same colors for the clothes and accessories because you can easily end up like this poor woman.

Also, apparently things bother me a lot.  Too big paper clips and outfits with the same color for every piece.  Legitimate, right?

Lymphangioleiomyomatosis

Can you believe that is a word?!!

5 Pounds of Sausage in a 10 Pound Bag

So, normally I talk about squeezing 10 pounds of sausage into a 5 pound bag.  Of course, what I am referring to, is me trying to fit into my clothes in my present state...but this post is not about that.  No, this post is referring to one of my biggest pet peeves:

Why do people use inappropriate sized clips for the amount of paper they want to hold together?!

I know, this is a weird pet peeve for me because I really am not OCD at all nor do I usually care about stuff like this but for some reason this really gets my skivvies in a bundle.  I mean, seriously, why do you need to use a big paper clip when you only have 3-5 sheets of paper you need to keep together.  A small one will suffice...there is no need for a big one.  On the same note, why must you use a medium butterfly clip when a small one will clearly do the job with no problems...in fact, you can even fit more sheets in while still using the small clip.  I am confused.  Why this unnecessary bulk?  Can someone explain this to me?

It is possible that I am just in a mood today...I mean I am in a mood but that might be the reason for this short outburst and my particular annoyance with this matter today...although it still is a pet peeve of mine but I seem to be quite taken aback by it today.  I woke up in the middle of the night not feeling well to the point where I almost lost it but I held back.  So, I couldn't sleep at all and I still feel like vomiting.  Let's hope it is not food poisoning or anything but I suppose things would have gotten worse by now if it was.


Is it 4:30 yet? (For those who see this late, it is approximately 9:04 am...suck it day)

This is also how I describe myself.

Um, That's a Magic Eye Picture.
Architecture tutor critiquing students' poster: When you look at it, it starts making some irrational type of sense.

Unitec Polytech
Auckland
New Zealand
via Overheard Everywhere, Apr 29, 2010

Kelly Cutrone

This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.

Kelly Cutrone (via mariahnotcarey) (via simplepleasure, nouveau-soleil) (via allthingsalishan)

 

I am reblogging this not only because it is a great quote but also to spotlight Kelly Cutrone.  She is an incredible and incredibly smart woman who has risen to the tops of the PR heights.  I watched her show, Kell On Earth, on Bravo and it was fabulous.  Yes, it is a reality show but it is actually real and she is real which is one of the reasons why I like her so much.  Her staff is awesome and if I could have dream job it would be to work for her even though they work so much and it is hard work but I think I would be good at it.  I also want her book really bad, If You Have To Cry, Go Outside.  I might just go ahead and buy it today.  I have $8.00 in credit at Amazon.com.  Check out the show sometime.  It is rad.

So, Apparently I Am Throwing It All Out Of The Window Today

I am currently eating Wisconsin Cheese Soup and a Sloppy Joe.  I have a feeling I might break my scale tonight.  I am scared.  Hold me.

Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit....Shit!

Disregard everything I said two posts ago.

I truly had every intention of getting that damn yogurt parfait...I really did.  Why did I walk up to the cheesy potatoes?...and why did I ever so slightly lift the cover of the cheesy potato styrofoam bowl?...and why did I pick up the cheesy potato styrofoam bowl and bring it up to the checkout lady?  All good questions, none of which I have the answer to. Am I rewarding myself for doing so well lately?  Yeah, yeah, that's it!  Am I just coming up with a justification to make myself feel better about it?  Yeah, yeah, that's it.  Blah.

One More Post.

This is a shout out to my dear friend Mariah.  She is not feeling so hot these days and I want her to know that I love her and hope she remembers that I am here for her always...always have been and always will be...regardless.  Regardless.  Love you.

Number, Not Good But My Psyche....

Way better!  Yes, my scale has worked...somewhat.  I better not get too excited here because as I told Mariah the other day, women fluctuate in the weight department so much that I have to wait until I am about 10 pounds lighter to really count anything as a loss, but...

I am starting out today at the lowest weight I have started a day out at since I got the scale.  And I think that I can speak of the number now.  I am starting today at 159.  Let me tell you that the first time I stepped on that scale when I bought it, it said 167.5.  So, while I am not getting too excited about this, I, again as I told Mariah the other day, am taking the small victories as those also motivate me to keep going on this trajectory.

I have realized that my problem isn't so much that I don't work out...don't get me wrong, I need to work out, if not to lose weight to be healthier and at least be somewhat toned...no, my problem is food.  I am a foodie.  My friends are foodies.  We like, scratch that, we LOVE!!!!!!!!! food.  Not so much a bad thing except that I, at this stage (and age) in my life cannot metabolize what I used to be able to metabolize.  So, while I actually don't really eat as bad as I once did (I don't eat very well [up until I jumped on that scale anyway] but it is not as bad as when I was much younger) it doesn't matter because I can't shed it off as easily as before.  

I do not deprive myself of anything though, really.  I can't.  It is like my mom with smoking, she doesn't smoke much or really have the desire to but as soon as she tells herself that she can't have any, she wants it even more and ends up smoking more than if she just allowed herself to have a few.  This is the same with me and food.  So, moderation has once again become my dear, dear friend.  Which it always should have been but I like to indulge and sometimes I go on streaks.  Not now, though.  Not now.