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Nic and I had a grrl day out yesterday. Oh, we shopped, awww’d over the cuteness that was the baby store filled with many items-o-cuteness that made your heart explode, stuff like that. We hit up a bookstore, ate sushi, and walked into Target, which was the scariest thing you could have ever done at 3pm on a Saturday.

We talked about life. How funky things happen that are unexpected, and sometimes seem horrible at the time, and you wonder how you’ll ever move on, or overcome. But then you do. And life keeps truckin’. And then sometimes unexpected good things happen. You meet someone and you feel that weird flutter you thought was long gone, or maybe you thought you’d never have it like that again. But then you do. Or maybe it’s a little different. Then sometimes, everything sorta feels like in some small way, stuff falls into place for the first time in a while.

Today is Sunday. Today I am going to do laundry. I am currently in the process of cooking a pork roast, with carrots and onion soup mix. It will sit for eight hours. I made homemade salsa, which is probably one of the yummiest salsa recipes I’ve tried. So easy, too. Give it a whirl maybe, if you’re feeling up to it. Let me know how it turned out for you.

It’s all about progression. Living. Doing. Not thinking about doing all the time. After a while, thinking about doing gets old. And then you wonder what it would have been like if you would have done said thing you were thinking about. I think I’ve spent far too long thinking and not doing. That’s going to have to change.

My dearest butter chicken,

One question for you: Why is it you reign holy hell on my tummy after consuming you? I mean, seriously. It feels like satan is going to come blowing through my bowels at any moment. You taste so good - how can you smell so bad coming out of me? I just don’t understand. Oh, I suppose true love is worth a little pain. (Note: a little pain. Not metal warping explosion that is currently my tummy) Still, my love for you grows with every passing day. Tasting one bite of you is worth my ass attached to the toilet for seventeen hours straight.

Oh yes.

I will keep eating you, my beloved bgawk-o-butter, until the day comes where I have no more intestines because I will have shat out every inch of my innards.

Gimme two weeks.

Love,

Jenn

Not a huge deal, but one of the crappiest photos I’ve ever taken, with my cell phone, no less, got published! Kinda nifty!

So, Paul, Wade, and Cam - how bout we make sure to snag these crack-like babies aka nanaimo bars when I come to Canadia-land in a few weeks, eh? I’d love you forever.

PS - Mint ones.

PPS - Thank you.

PPSS - God love Canada.

I have determined that I would whore myself out on a corner for raw feesh.

My sign would read: WILL DO UNSPEAKABLE ACTS FOR SPICY TUNA ROLL

Now that’s hawt.

(via Cam)

I haven’t been exposed to much indian food, but recently, I’ve found myself wanting to try new things. There’s a place near my work that seems to have the most amazing stuff brewing. My afternoon strolls take me past the place, so I couldn’t help my curiousity last night when I decided to give it a go. I stopped in after work, where a very friendly waitress helped me pick out a dish called chicken tikki and an order of butter naan. I’ve managed to locate a menu via their website, in case you’re curious.

The dish was nothing short of amazing. It consisted of bright pink chicken (white meat) with basmati rice, onion, and green pepper. It came with a yogurt sauce called raita. I think I might give it a go again tonight, but this time, I’ll give the butter chicken a go. Based on Heather’s experience, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it immensely. I’ll let you know!

Ah, personal demons we must confront here and there. Mine’s always been my weight. I’ve struggled with it my entire life, and, at one point four years ago, I let it consume me, hitting my peak at 330 pounds. I’ve managed to shed about forty of those, but somehow haven’t really kept going with it. I just kind of…stopped. I’ve been in the 285-ish range for the last few years, never really going anywhere but up or down a tad, but always leveling out eventually. It’s like a mental block. With the work world and a few other things consuming my life lately, stress has sort of taken over again, which means I’ve been eating again. Random crap I wouldn’t eat normally, if I were actually thinking about it. I got on the scale this morning, and wow. 290. I haven’t seen that number in awhile. It’s not a pretty one.

I don’t know how many times I’ve written on this site about how this time, I’m really going to do it, and this time, I’m done letting food control my life, blah blah blah. And then, if I failed that this time, I was ready to give up because man - if I failed that, what could I possibly accomplish? Then I’d start to feel like a real loser in the self-help department, and just kind of let myself go. Well, I guess this is round three. I decided to join Weight Watchers Online a third time. Maybe I’ll fail again, maybe I won’t, but either way, I think the key is to keep going. Keep trying. People fail many times before they succeed, and I suppose it’s the same way with something like this. (By the way, three and a half points for 1 1/8 slice of cheddar. That’s going to be the death of me, folks.) So. Without further adieu, join me, once again, in my little personal battle. Once a week, I’m going to keep you updated on how I feel, how I’m doing, etc. Well, it’s more to keep me updated, than anything else, so you can skip that part of it altogether, if you’re not interested.

I’m going to make an attempt to put the mofo’in fork down.

I’ve been really productive this weekend. I think it’s the gorgeous sunny 70 degree weather that has inspired me. Well, whatever works, right?

Order wedding cake
Buy wedding dress + accessories
Order tuxes
Talk to travel agent about honeymoon plans (called and left voicemail)
Order girls’ dresses in wedding party
Tux for Bean
Decorations
Wedding registery (complete, for the most part)
Church/reception site

We registered at Crate and Barrel, as well as Target. Might hit up one more store; we’re not sure. I tell you what, registering’s a blast! It’s like Christmas but this time, you get to choose everything you (may) get! We had fun. I’m glad we finally got the cake ordered, so that little tidbit’s over with. Now the next bit, is to tackle what, exactly, we’re doing for the reception. Wedding stuff aside, I’ve managed to get into the process of doing four loads of laundry, clean the bathrooms, kitchen, do dishes, and do the grocery shopping for the next two weeks. Can I reiterate to you how much I absolutely love New Seasons? They have the best cottage cheese I’ve ever put in my mouth, as well as the most ripe sweet fruits on display for your tasting. That place is such a joy to go into - I love grocery shopping there. I’m excited for sweet corn season - just another two weeks, according to Steve, the produce guy!

I hope your weekend was productive, and fun-filled. Enjoy the sunny weather - according to my weather widget, we’re looking at nothing but sun this whole week, temps in the mid-to-upper 70’s. Perfect! This is why I live in the Northwest - there’s nothing like spring/summer days out here.

Tonight was filled with amazing Italian food, good friends, and lots of laughter. Oh, and booze. Yeah.

I must say that I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. At. All. I’ve agreed to work a couple of hours overtime, because we’re busy. Realistically, we need to hire about five more people, but hey, who that when they’re cheap labor that don’t get paid overtime? Ah, the beauty of salaried life. Bleagh.

Tomorrow night, however, brings more fun. Charity, Matt, and I are going out for sushi at the best sushi restaurant known to man. Man, that would have been a great link, had Yuki’s actually had a website. YUKI’S! GET GLOBAL, DAMMIT! Every city in every nation needs a Yuki’s. Tuna hill, baby. That’s all I’m saying. Mounds of raw tuna topped off with avocado. Sweet mother, that makes me shivah!

I’m not sure that Sunday’s really going to turn out for my photo group. It seems no one can figure a time that is convenient for every one to meet. I threw out 10 a.m. this Sunday, but so far, zero responses. Maybe it’d be best to do this on an individual basis. Few of ya wanna get together? Lemme know.

Huh. Sounds like Mario just got his ass handed to him, by Gatts. Way to go, my sista!

I know I’m rambling. I’m sort of putting off going to bed tonight. Tomorrow is Friday, and the thought of showing up an hour earlier than normal, knowing that I get to work through my lunch which is even more fun, makes the day extra extra fun, y’all. Right now, 28,000 hours away, 5:30p.m. Friday afternoon just doesn’t even seem like it will ever come. At least I get a nice raw reward afterward, though, right? I mean, seriously: What could be better than sushi?