Updates

It's been a while since my last post and it's because too much has been going on that I just haven't wanted to sit in front of a computer and release my mind, but now...it's time. So here we go!

Work: I've decided to quit. That's right, I'm outta here. And I mean it this time. No fooling around what so ever. I've come to this conclusion in the past and I've found new jobs and every time I give my notice something happens and I stay. No more. The decision came to me like a beacon of light. Last week I was "talked" to (scolded like a child more like it) on separate occasions for coming in late. Not a half an hour late, not even fifteen minuets late. Three minuets. I walked in at 8:03 and it was like the world had come to an end. How dare I, what don't I understand, blah blah blah. Seriously. The second tongue lashing come two days later when I came back from lunch at 1:05. I had an email from my boss that said "lunch is from 12 to 1". That's all it said. So I went into his office and explained that I didn't leave until after 12 so I still only took 1 hour. Didn't matter. I was disrespecting the rules. Now, I'm a damn good worker and to be treated like a little kid over petty things like this had me over the top. I went home last week, got mad, cried, and asked my future husband "what should I do?". His response..."quit". I had exercised all my options at work. I've tried to work it out with everyone that could do something to help and every solution has failed. But how could I quit? Not with an up-coming wedding. Not without a job to go to. But all Mark kept saying was "quit". The wedding is fine, our financial situation can sustain it's self for the time being and I don't need to be the ball of stress that I am in these next few months. And that's that. I'll be putting my notice in on Aug 8 and my last day WILL be Aug 29. After the honeymoon is over I'll hit the pavement and find a job. I've already had an interview with a placement agency which went really well. And I'm so excited. Excited about new possibilities, meeting new people, learning new things. Everything. It's time. This time....it's time.

Weight: I'm done with my trainer. My last session was yesterday and it ended on a high note. After one of the most grueling work-outs (I think she did it on purpose), she weighed me and took all my measurements and compared them to my first day. I'm happy to report that in the two and a half months with her I lost a total of 10.5 inches!! 4 in my waist alone, and 3 in my butt! WOO HOO!! Not to toot my own horn, but I'm very happy with myself. It feels like such a great accomplishment. And I feel great. My clothes fit better (some to big even! what a great excuse to shop), my energy is up, all around it's good. Now, I just have to keep it up on my own and not crap out on going just because I don't have someone expecting me there. There's the rub! I'll try my best though.

Wedding: Things there are rolling along. I had my official dress fitting done on Friday and now it's in for alterations. I've not got 2 out of my 3 girls in Calgary with the third one arriving very soon, and I just can't wait. The count down is on and every day is wedding stuff now. Hopefully it all comes together with minimal problems. Mark is still working on everything stationary related and I'm doing my best to remember everything else that needs to be done. Every now and then my phone at work rings and it's Mark "don't forget to call this person" or "have you heard back from so and so". It's cute. Goes to show it's on his mind as well.

Maddi: Still super cute!

5%

When I think of how much 5% is, I normally don't think it's much. If I'm shopping and the sale is 5% off I'm not one to think that's a huge amount of savings. 25% is, 50% is even better, but 5%! Bah, that's hardly nothing.

I went to the gym today and was weighed by my trainer on this big spiffy fitness machine thing. This happens every four weeks. I stepped on the scale and much to my dismay the number was not good. In fact, instead of losing a ton (which I was praying for) I only lost 2 pounds. 2 pounds in 4 weeks. I was soooo upset. That is until the big machine spit out a little piece of paper with a bunch of numbers that mean nothing to me. When my trainer read it though she was happy. Turns out that in four weeks I had lost 5% of my body weight in fat mass. I worked that out in my head and all of a sudden 5% seemed like quite a bit. The thing is that I lost 5% fat mass and built muscle mass. And we all know muscle weighs more then fat so that's why the number on the scale seemed higher then what I was feeling. I have four more sessions with my trainer which will bring me to the end of July. On my last session we will do all my measurements and see how many inches I've lost. Then I'm on my own.

So, I have a new feeling for 5%. I love that number!! Doesn't seem so small and meaningless now!!!

girl

I love being a girl. Yes, I am your stereo typical girl too. I love make-up, and pretty clothes, purses, getting my nails done, high heels, and everything pink. Well, purple actually, but still...you get the picture.

I don't know what it is. I find the older I get the more girly I get. Maybe it's finding out who you really are inside and out. Who knows. I'm all of a sudden into fashion more then ever, I have enough shoes to outfit a small army, I tan, I get my nails done, my feet done, I run better in high heels then I do in flats, I never leave the house with out lipstick, eyeliner and mascara on. I have several bottles of perfume, and the inside of my purse looks like the make-up counter at any drug store. And speaking of drug store...I could spend a fortune in those types of places. Soaps, creams, make-up, bath stuff, body stuff, hair stuff. STUFF STUFF!!

Maybe it's the weight loss too. I feel better, I feel prettier. I feel like I look better in clothes. That I can actually try something on that I like and think "I can pull this off". Anyway, that's my rant.

My girl rant.

(p.s. the weight thing continues. I'm now comfortably sitting in the 180's. On the up side of the 80's but the 80's none the less, which is great because I loved the 80's. The music, the hair...it was a great era!)

Sure...feast....why not?!

I HATE bugs! Hate 'em. Screw this "all God's creatures" crap. Bugs are gross, annoying, little pieces of yuck. Last night (this morning actually) I was reminded of my hatred. There I was...sleeping comfortably, all tucked in, maddi curled up fast asleep, her head on my pillow, when I suddenly woke up to a burning feeling on my arm. My whole left arm (the only body part not under the covers) was on fire. Then the itch started. And I itched, scratched, wondering what the hell is going on. That's when I felt it. I had been bitten by one (possible several) mosquitoes. I had five or six bumps up and down my arm, all close together, all on fire. Then...a buzz.
I had one on my FACE! I got bitten on the cheek of all places. So now here I was 5am, paranoid about the bugs all around me. Every hair on my body felt like a bug. I literally hid under the covers, too scared to have any exposed skin. I felt like I was being attacked. It was horrible. I fell back asleep at 6, and the alarm went off a half an hour later.
Now, I'm tired, bitten and defeated by the bugs.
When I die...cremate me cause I can't stand the fact that I'll be in the ground with those BUGS!