milkring.com

So I have to brag a little. I'm under 290. It's so weird. I never really thought I'd get here. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I never thought I'd have the motivation to actually do it. Matt has helped me a lot in that area, and for that, I thank him. I've seen slight changes in my clothes. Shirts that I wore last summer are a bit baggier on me and I don't necessarily have to suck in as much when I wear certain pants. It's weird to think at one point in my life, I was 330 pounds. I've lost 41.5 pounds since then. So weird. That was two years ago, though, and I hadn't ever worked at losing weight until now, so I can't really compare the two feelings. Anyway, I'm proud of myself. Go me, baby. I think I rule.

I originally had my weigh-in scheduled for every Monday right when I get out of bed. Every Monday's not going to work, because when Aunt Flo's ending, my weight's all over the map. You don't know how much it pisses me off to get on the scale, when I know I've been doing really good and walking, only to see the weight spiked to something ridiculous. So, I've solved the problem (hopefully). I'm going to schedule the weigh in every Wednesday instead. That way, I'll be a day away from Aunt Flo's visit, or she'll have been gone two days before the weigh in. Hopefully this will solve my all-over-the-map issues. Stupid Aunt Flo. I curse you!

I'll be blunt. I'm mid-Aunt Flo. She's pretty brutal this month, and wouldn't you know I just happened to run out of pads. Matt, being the bestest boyfriend ever that he is, offers to hit up the store to hook me up. About twenty minutes after he left, I get a phone call.

Matt: Hey. Uh… they have two kinds. There's the blue package with a little green and then a green package with mostly green.. and uh… flexi-wings? Is that wha- flexi-wings?

Me: Yeah, it's the “super” ones.

Matt: Right, but they're both super. They're different shapes! Do you want flexi-wings?

I bust out laughing.

Matt: I'm glad you find this funny. I'm walking away now.

I swear, he's so cute. He goes and gets pads for me at the store. Who said romance was dead?

I'm totally ripping this off from Matt, but I thought you might find it interesting. Check this clip out. When you watch it, make sure you pay attention to the guy's mouth. Then, listen to it again, but close your eyes. Tricksies, I tell ya!

I gotta tell ya… I love Amazon. I had $14.98 in credit with them, so I decided to treat myself. I snagged How I Learned to Write Backwards from The Aislers Set. Matt and I saw them open for The Shins last fall at the House of Blues. Great band. I also snagged Safe Food. Thought it looked interesting. I decided to take Pamie's advice and check it out. Damn. I totally forgot about the Erin Brockovich dvd! Argh!

Cam passed me this link this evening, and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, I was so incredulous.

It seems the Georgia House has decided to ban genital piercings of any kind for any reason whatsoever, religious intentions included. In fact, it's so frowned upon, you could get sent to prison for up to twenty years! Don't get me wrong here. I don't plan on gettin' Lil Missy pierced anytime soon, but if I should want to, I'd like to think I could take the $80 I earned and get my grrlishness pierced! But here's the best part - the ban doesn't pertain to guys.

Rowena is the latest addition to our family. She is one year old. We got her from the Pet Rescue no kill shelter. She'd been there for about a month. She was a stray. She's still a bit skittish, running away if you approach her too quickly. She seems to be getting a little more comfy, though, playing with some of Gatts' toys. Gatts, meanwhile, is playing Gatekeeper at the other end of the hall. There's definitely tension between the two girls, but all in all, Gatts is doing alright with her. Anyhow, we're very happy we got her. She's a sweetheart!

A Belgian company has come out with a cell phone that projects a high-intensity ultra electromagnetic sound cone that can't be heard by us humans, but is fatal to squigglies living in man juice within a range of eighteen feet! I didn't believe it at first, until I found this article.

… you cry at A Baby Story. I don't even watch that show, but as of late, the clock's been a-tickin'. Happens every so often. I start thinking about how great it would be to have a lil Jenn or Matt running around. But then I think two kitties will be enough. Oh yeah, I didn't tell you! Matt and I are going to add a new addition to our family. We thought Gatts might be happier with a baby kitty to take care of. She's been showing signs of wanting to be a mommy.

I feel free today. Not only is it Friday, the start of a beautiful sunny weekend, but I also paid off my student loan that's been hanging over my head for the last six years. Man, it feels good. Now it's just my car left, and I will officially be debt free. I feel so free today that I decided to take a long walk around my neighbourhood. I wish I would have had the camera with me, so I could have taken some pictures. I walked through a small park, a beautiful residential area filled with homes I could never afford, I saw three dogs, I smelled that earthy smell when passing some wet soil, I felt a warm sunbeam on my back, and walked what seemed like a lost highway in the middle of a forest preserve. I can't wait until Matt gets home. Some days I just can't wait to see him at the end of the day. We're going out for shrimp fajitas tonight! I love Fridays.