The scale...

I started the week at 189 lbs and some change... Here is my post-coffee, undergarment only weight as if today:

The discovery, and my 'BFF'

My husband, Mike, never is told of when I start a blog... join a new site... happen upon a new interest... you get the point. Why? Because he likely wouldn't care, and because he'd also take it as an opportunity to scrutinize my love of internet socialization (Mike is somewhat of an antisocial hermit). I don't HIDE any of this from him, I just don't offer up the info for discussion.

Yesterday he happened upon the blog. I'm unsure of whether he found it amusing, insulting, entertaining, or disturbing. Not that much of what I've written thus far is anything too in depth, but random comments did jump out at him (sexy nerds, anyone?).

I suppose almost 8 years of marriage to a woman that is shy and reserved and quiet(-ish) in real life (well, until I have a few drinks...), and strikingly outspoken and quirky via the written word would make anyone stop and say, "What the fuck?!"

...And because I can't keep to just one subject during a post, I thought I'd post a snippet of a typical morning conversation between my 'BFF' (she prefers anonymity), a look in to why I love her so much!

Me: damn children
I wish I had a couple extra bucks
hey, how do I order a new paypal debit card?
mine expired

BFF: to buy more children?

Me: to pay someone to take them!
BAHAHA

BFF: Oh, you need to call them!

Me: damnit.
I dislike verbal interaction...
especially with a guy from India named 'Nancy from Indiana'

Random, and pure awesome. We talk like this for hours on end, every day. I swear she's one of the few people who can put up with my endless tangents, horrible memory, and dry humor. I love you BFF!

SCHOOL!

So, I'm arranging for my return to school this summer. Assuming it works out as I'm planning, I'll be taking microbiology and the second half of the A&P course...

Is it morbid that I look forward to dissecting a cadaver?? The human body truly is an amazing thing... equally a powerful machine, and a delicate piece of artwork. Who WOULDN'T want to see and feel and touch the innermost part of our physical being?! Funny enough though, I can't watch horror/gorey movies - those creep me out. Real dead body? Cool. Fake dead body? Terrifying.

I know, I make no sense.

And I was thinking of updating my blog with some weight loss stuff... to keep me accountable. I don't know that I want to scare any possible readers off though, by adding visuals... maybe just the scale and some cheesy head shots with a thumbs up or peace sign? Those photos are almost so cliche as to be *necessary*!

And why must people say, "Wow, you look tired!"?? Don't they know that by saying that, the recipient only hears, "Wow! You look like SHIT!" So next time you feel the urge to comment on a person looking tired - don't. It'll save you the look of death you'll receive, or passive-aggressive verbal backlash which may or may not be accompanied by hand gestures (if you say it to me).

Free advice

For all of you men who happen to be in a relationship (with a woman, at least... not sure if this works for man on man mates)...

If you've had a bad day, and feel yourself beginning to be 'snippy', PLEASE, I beg of you, remove yourself from your mate's presence, repress any feelings you may have, and return when they have ceased. Your mate does not care how your day went if the result is your being an asshole.

Words of wisdom from wifey.

Hypnotherapy and sexy nerds

I went to a free consultation last night at 'Aldebaran Hypnotherapy Center' to address weight loss. I need to drop about 60 lbs, although the dude I consulted with said I didn't look it (YAY? I'm still overweight though... so only a half-hearted 'yay'... no exclamation point). Looks promising. I start my program with him next week. Maybe if I feel brave I can photograph the process...

Also, I finished the book "Look Me In The Eye", by John Elder Robison - a memoir of a man with Asperger's Syndrome. I found it entertaining and insightful, and definitely recommend it if you know anyone that lives with Asperger's. Now I'm on to his next book, "Be Different"... but I only got through the first few pages before my husband interrupted me.

And because it's on my mind this morning, let me just say that I love a good, sexy nerd. Yum.

I dedicate the name of this blog to...

...my husband.

Why?

Because he absolutely hates it! This was my AIM screen name (oh shit, I'm dating myself now, aren't I?) from high school. He taunts me with it during arguments, even.

Now, I'm reclaiming it. BOOYA!