Weekend tidbits...best title I could come up with

I'm Materialistic...so what?

So in my weight loss journey I have discovered that I respond quite well to bribery. I have a lil binder of things I want...mostly clothes and shoes. I tried a thing this weekend...If I could stay on track and log everything (I'm a member at fitorbit.com... Love ya Ilyse!) (for more info, visit the site) I would allow myself to buy something from my list. 2 dinners with friends, and a birthday party, and I ate nothing bad, and totally stayed on track. WOW that's a first for me. The idea of buying myself a new dress for eating right and exercising for 3 party, dinner filled days was enough to throw my willpower into overdrive! So I went to Kohl's on my break today and bought my dress. I now have weekly goals, that if I meet them I get to buy myself something from my list. So far it seems brilliant!

Me and kids...yeah we don't get along so much...

I realized at the birthday party this weekend that I really have no patience or tolerance for obnoxious little boys. Unfortunately I was surrounded by them at the party. I was already a bit cranky, and these boys were going to get the full brunt of my disdain for them. I actually told one of them "I know where you sleep and I can hurt you." What?!?! He's 11 or 12 or whatever he is. But this kid rubs me the wrong way every time I look at him. I sometimes imagine myself accidentally smacking him in the head with a baseball bat. I am a bad, bad person... I've always said I'm just as immature as the kids...and I tend to say to kids what other adults want to, but know better. Not me...I'm the psycho mom of the street. And oddly enough I think I'm ok with that. My kids?...not so sure...

The obnoxious Chrylser Financial guy...

You sir, can kiss my ass. ahem. I know I owe you money, my husband pays that account, not me. Talk to him. Do not call me at work and tell me you need a check by phone today. I don't respond well to people trying to bully me. I actually said, "sir, I Could give you a check by phone, but there's not money there, and it would bounce. Honestly, that wouldn't be any good for you, and it certainly wouldn't be good for me." And upon asking for my husbands work number? "I'm sorry sir, I can't give you that information, privacy act and all." When asked to have my husband call this afternoon? "Well sir, I can give him the message, but I'm certainly not going to dial the phone, and I won't force him to talk to you. So sure, I'll let him know, but I can't guarantee he'll actually call." I was pleased with my cleverness. I'm sure I'll be even more quirky next time he dares call me at work. Go ahead Mr. Harmon, I dare you.