So the estimator showed up and I took him into the underground parking to show him the car. He took his pictures, we chatted, and he's estimating around $1500 in damage was done last weekend. Small long scratches, but deep and all the doors will have to be repainted.
Have I mentioned how much I hate people?
A big thanks to bcbud for pointing this out to me this morning. The insurance lady says I'm one of the lucky ones :)
dieting is good, but there are so many things I'd kill for. for the most part i don't even care to eat anymore and tend to force myself to eat my meals. eating has become a chore and has lost all joy.
But there are moments, like now, I'd do anything for something bad.
I want....
a whopper with heavy cheese no pickles
sausage egg and cheese biscuit/croissant sammiches
a bagel smothered in cream cheese
a stuffed crust cheese pizza
a giant polish sausage from sam's club/cost co.
a hot fudge sundae
fried tortellini in butter
potato and bacon pierogi with sour cream
and most of all... lattes.
and yes, i realize this post is going to spawn a million comments on how i can have any of those things in moderation. i've heard it all before. blah blah blah. i'm incapable of that though, so i'm not even going down that road.
do you ever wake up and your bed is the perfect temperature and no matter how you turn you perfectly comfortable?
yeah, it was nice.
stoopid stoopid stoopid work made me get up and wreck the whole experience.
they pay me so they're only partially stupid. my love/need for money outweighs the perfect cozy bed experience.
i love you work :o) give me money!
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| Last night I dreamt I was pregnant with a butt baby (obviously since I don't have woman parts :P). I walked around and friends would all feel my tummy and you could easily feel the baby's head like it was just on the other side of the skin. It was gross but everyone was going ga-ga over it and were so happy about it. Part of me kept expecting for an Aliens moment and it would break through my skin and start eating people. It never did though. I went into a bathroom and a midwife followed me in and was chatting me up while I was waiting on the toilet. Suddenly it felt like the worst gas of my life and I totally sharted the baby out in one quick push. The midwife dug the baby out and cleaned it up. It was an ugly baby, but it just came out of my butt, so what did I expect? I dragged it around and showed it to everyone and eventually put it down for a nap. And then it was like it never happened. |
Last night was a first in many ways. It was the first night I ate anything off my diet and the first time I've had ramen not from one of those little dried packets of nastiness in the store.
It was amazing. I didn't know it was so good! I am so glad I agreed to go with my project manager after we reviewed my recent project.
nom nom nom x100.
and after that I was freaking out that i didn't stick with my diet... only to wake up and have lost 2 more pounds.
That's right ho's... 9lbs, 1 week.
So I emailed the project manager this morning and said "I want more Ramen", heh.
Coworker: Doesn't it hurt your head when she talks and talks and doesn't shut up?
Coworker: My head just got really fuzzy
Me: my muscles get really tight like i have take a big poo
Me: and her laugh makes me want to cry
Why is it right when you start a diet is are miles and miles of food being shoved your way? Rachel is amazed at my willpower so far, but I might crack at some point if this continues.
Wednesday.. diet started
Thursday.. pizza party at work
Friday.. lunch provided at work, boxes of cookies being passed aro8nd, boxes and boxes of girl scout cookies at home.
Saturday.. Pizza birthday party (thanks for letting me sneak in Mo!)
Sunday.. Breakfast brunch
Monday.. Red Robin provided by work
Seriously, why wasn't there any warning on this stuff?
And yes, I could totally have something from these events, but I know how I am. I'm all or nothing. Once I deviate even a little it'll be a fast blazing crash back to whatever-goes in fatty town.
