Drabbles

So, I went over my points (and into my weekly stash) today.

Fear not! This was not a case of me eating my feelings, as it were, it's simply that I weighed in today so tonight's really the one night I can eat stupidly with little remorse. Did I get a grilled cheese sangwich and a chocolate shake, with a cupcake for dessert? Nope. Half a turkey club and some fries. Not terrible!
So far I've lost 7.5lbs in four weeks. This ain't bad. Only a billion more weeks to go.

In other news, I'm still very sad that I'm not pregnant. This doesn't mean that I'm not happy for my friends who are knocked up, I'm sad for me. And Connor, of course.

Sad.

And Again

Just got the email saying that the Amazing Juanita and George are not going on vacation because of the pregnancy.

I'm going to crawl back into my pit of despair.

Here We Go Again

The Amazing Juanita is pregnant.
Shakti is pregnant.
Janine is pregnant.
Brigid is pregnant.


I am not pregnant.

Vanity in Vain

I'd totally get a corset piercing if I could pull it off. This is my favourite.


The one on the right

Sadly, my chubby, Gap wearing self just can't work it. Alas.

Tweet

People of the internet: Note that you're *biased*. If you say that you're "bias", I will assume that you are diagonally cut fabric.

Rev it Up, Here We Go!

Finally going back to Ireland in November. Our last trip there was in 2007, it's well past time. I am really excited but I'm also dreading having to say goodbye to everyone.

Ah well. This is what happens, innit?

Crazy Sundays

This one wasn't terribly bad. I went for a mani/pedi in Bayside.

I ended up picking Connor up and heading over to Lala's to give her the TV for the auction. Hopefully it'll find a good home. I'm glad it's gone though, having extra stuff makes me itch.

Office tomorrow. I can't hardly wait.

Guilt

Thinking about a starving dog I saw outside Dell in Limerick. Poor thing was rail thin, with mange, fleas and who knows what else.

I gave him a sandwich and everyone looked at me like I was insane. I wish I'd called a cab and taken him to the vet's to be put down. Instead I went back to work.

Waiting

Still not knocked up. Having wine to...celebrate.

I can name three girls who I know are pregnant off the top of my head. I'm trying not to wallow, but everyone else seems so fucking fertile. Fuck.

Of Broken Things

So silly.

Myrtle Cat knocked over a china Maleficent figurine that my mom bought me in Disney in 2000.

It had survived two trans-Atlantic moves, one move to Laois, one move to Dublin, one move back to Laois and two moves within NYC.

I'm inordinately upset by this. It reminded me of a particularly horrible time in my life and how far I'd come since then, and I'm sad that it's completely un-fixable.

Still, things could be worse. It's only a thing that was broken, no one got hurt and I really don't need to look at a figurine to see how far I've come.

Silly cat.

Are You There, God? It's Me. Who am I Again?

I've thought about starting a blog for years, but I never bothered. I can't imagine that I have a lot to say, or that anyone else would be interested in it. So, what the hell? This is as good a place as any to put my thoughts down and organise my brain.