Fine... I Confess

I posted back in June that due to my new fitness challenge that I would be giving up *read: seriously cutting back* on my coffee consumption. Well, I have to confess… I held strong for so long, only allowing myself two small little styrofoam cups in the morning, but I can’t take it anymore.

I am an addict, I love it, and I can’t get enough. There, I said it. Taking deep breaths… yesterday I was picking up a salad from Panera and someone in front of me was picking up their Grande French Vanilla Latte and I had to seriously stop myself from running a football style interception. Actually, the only thing that stopped me is the fact that it wasn’t a to go cup and I knew the delicious hot liquid would spill out onto my arms and burn me and my strappy sandals aren’t really conducive to “fast feet” plays.

I have done so well with all other aspects of the challenge, I haven’t cheated, I have attended every single ever lovin class, I have pushed myself to a level 10 day in and day out… But, last Sunday I caved and bought a can of coffee from the store, a can that is now empty. I am not even messing around with having to stop at Starbucks, I need that brewing ability at my fingertips.

If loving that cup of amazingness is wrong, than I don’t even want to be right.

Recognizing It Is Step One.

I had a teacher in 7th grade that was a serious A-Hole. No joke… He was so mean and angry. I blame it on the fact that he was really fat and old, never married and never had kids. I am willing to bet that if he lost some weight and got a date he would be a happier person. Not to say that fat, single people can’t be happy… moreover, he might be happier with himself if he lost some weight and sharing his life with someone might ease whatever internal angst he had… But, I digress, that is completely not the point of this post.

Although he was a complete A-Hole, he happened to occasionally share little nuggets of wisdom, some of which I still think about today. One of my favorite things was when he would say in front of the whole class, usually when I was up at the board trying to work a problem… “Charlie, why do you insist on walking around the barn instead of just walking in???” At the time my internal response would be, “Mr. Rodgers, why do you insist on making me want to kick your big fat ass???”, but now as an adult, I have to realize that this statement sometimes still rings true.

For example, I started a new job about 5 months ago and when I did I trained with a lady that worked at the front of the office, therefore used the front office copier/fax machine/etc. My office, however, is in the back. Now, before you go thinking that I can’t figure out how to use basic office equipment, I can… but things are networked and bla bla bla and it isn’t quite as black and white as it seems. So, in the meantime, every time I need to fax something, make labels, scan something to myself… instead of going about 20 feet to my own equipment, I have to go all the way to front of the office. And, each time I do, I hear stupid ass Mr. Rodgers. Why I don’t take 5 minutes to figure out my own stuff? Because, I walk around the barn… It’s what I do.

I feel like realizing this about myself is the first step though…

Let's Make A Deal

Why do guys always win money at a casino and I never do! Do they teach gambling in boys P.E.? You would think after being put in boys P.E. year after year *why do you think I added the girl to Charlie-girl* I would know that!

I suppose the most obvious answer to this question is that I am probably not going to win big on penny slots... I have to play the real stuff.

I have come up with a plan though... and I have to admit, I am pretty much a genius on this one. Ok, boys, we are taking a road trip to the casino. I will give you $20 and if you lose, then you not only got to hang out with me all night and gamble with someone else's money, you only have to give me $15 back! But, if you win... we will split 70/30! Horray! Not to point out the obvious... but just in case, I am the majority winner. Um, duh.

It is a total win/win if you ask me.

I am a big fan of "Work smarter, not harder" and consider this a fantastic excercise in outsourcing!

Who's in?!?!?!

Unrealistic Reality

I think the Bachelorette is stupid. Yep. I said it.

How realistic is having 20 great looking, intelligent guys fighting for your affection? How realistic is being sequestered from any and all would be competition and distractions? I am pretty sure that when I meet a guy out, production isn't waiting to whisk us away to an all expense paid trip to Romanceville!

Duh! Of course she is going to fall in love!

Trying to figure out how meet someone in a social environment that isn't too hammered to have a coherent (and remembered) conversation; waiting for the person to call or more realistically these days... text you for a date; going on said date and not thinking in your head that the guy is a total douchebag; meeting his friends and not thinking they are total douchebags; having him meet your friends and making sure that he can fit in with your group well enough to continue seeing him and on and on and on.... that is real life.

Oh yeah... and while I am clearly fired up about this stupid show... What guy gets his pick of huge-o gigantic engagement rings for free!

And, that is all I have to say about that.

Weekend Picture Shares

Muscles and me at this past weekends wedding.

Muscles' friends girl. Love, love, loved her... plus, she used to live in New York City which practically makes me want to be obsessed.

His Resume Reads....

...Did Study Abroad in China. Became leader of Pygmy tribe.

Random Friday Tid-Bits

1.) My pants that used to fit (Snugly) are way too big (Yah!). I look super sloppy and it is making me walk like a slug (Boo;().

2.) I went to see Bruno last night and I felt like I should have been covering my eyes during a lot of it and I kept thinking that Sasha Baron Cohen’s beautiful girlfriend (wife?) and new baby were going to have to see it and he should probably be really embarrassed.

3.) I went to kickboxing this morning and on my way out I had to promise two coaches that it wasn’t because I intended on “going out” tonight… I love that they hold me accountable.

4.) I am a serious blog stalker… like, compared to real stalking, I am practically the equivalent of looking through their trash after they take it out. I know… I should be ashamed. When I am in a conversation and I refer to something “my friend” said and that friend is some person in New York City that I have never even met, I realize that I need to reel it in. I would tell you my fav’s, but I don’t want you reading theirs and realizing how dumb mine is… ignorance is bliss!

5.) Have you ever had a moment at work when you felt like Isla Fisher (Sasha B-C’s poor girl) in Confessions of a Shopaholic when she starts working for a financial management company and she is sitting at her desk and googles “What is Financial Management”… Yep. Didn’t think so. Me neither.