Lesser of Two Evils

The decisions that plague my days.


OPTION 1- Give in to my true chubster nature and be happy, yet unhealthy, whilst sitting on my couch eating cookies and watching TV.

OPTION 2- Continue working out with my 'so chipper and fit I want to strangle him' trainer and waddle away my days cranky, sore and just plain angry inside because every single part of my body aches.

Tough Call.

Tag That

You know how everyone says that they, "I don't normally do this," but then go ahead and tag people to their hearts content anyway? Well, I'm no different.

Here's how it works: For each question, look up the answer on Google image search. Then choose your favorite image from the FIRST PAGE OF RESULTS ONLY.

My Name (and my husband.....if wishing made it so)

Favorite Food

First Job (and you wonder why I was fat in high school)

Nickname (It's mostly my Aunt Marty who calls me Jillibean, but after nearly 30 years...I notice that it is catching on.)

Born (I'm kind of thinking that this is PVMC, not really sure what they are cleaning, but it seems like a typical sight 'round Pomona)

Bad Habit (I've never contemplated killing anyone, but I think I know that walrus)

College Degree

Want to go

Favorite Place (Quite possibly the most beautiful beach I have stumbled upon in my life. Unreal.)


Favorite Color

Favorite Animal (But mine is way cuter)

Past Love (At any given point in time I am/may have been infatuated with one/more/most of these players...and I'm playin it kind of fast and lose with the whole 'Past' thing. I prefer tocall them "The Ones That Got Away")

Doing Now (And knowing my luck, still will be doing it from here to eternity...barring some divine intervention by way of a kind, loaded, hot, rich, husband, the lottery, inheritance, accident payoff. I'm not picky.)

Where I Live (The photogs are tricky buggers, at sunset it doesn't look so bad)

Favorite Object (I Guess)

Grandma's Name (But don't call her Baby)

Age (25-ish days to go!)


Oh Gosh, that was very complicated. I have no idea who even reads this...so tagging anyone else is kind of a risky venture. If you have read this, then yes, consider the gauntlet thrown your way.

Tuesday's a Good Day for a Life Altering Realization

Today I conducted a very serious experiment and came to a life altering conclusion.

My ears are lopsided.

I bought a pair of earrings while on a trip in Chiang Mai. The first time I wore them was on the ridiculously long flight back from Thailand to Los Angeles, via Hong Kong. I noticed that one was dangling a little lower and brushing my collar bone occasionally, while the other was not. Granted, this would have driven me crazy on a normal day, but after two weeks of traveling, being blessed with the shoulders of a lineman and being squeezed into the center seat of an airplane for a 14 hour flight with possibly some of the most annoying people on the planet, and absentmindedly running out of Ambien a day before we ran out of trip, the earring issue put me right over the edge. I was flirting with some seriously suicidal tendencies.

I took them off, tossed them in my carry on, cursed under my breath and attempted forget about it...until today. I put them on this morning and immediately remembered my humiliating deformity. In the manner of scientific inquiry, I tried on every other pair of earrings that I own in order to determine if it was my ears that were uneven or the earrings. I am very sad to report that it is, in fact, my ears.

I can't even begin to tell you how, in just a matter of hours, this has dramatically changed my life. IT'S. ALL. I. CAN. THINK. ABOUT. The earrings are like flaming hot daggers stabbing into my collarbones with every lopsided step I take. I have a debilitating crick in my neck from trying to hold my head to the side in a futile attempt to even out my ears. And I am fairly certain that each and every one of my students left my classroom giggling and snickering about it.

I'm not sure what the appropriate road to take is from here. I'm thinking that surgery is the only answer....or perhaps therapy.

I'm Calling Father Time

That old guy is really starting to tick me off. The first thing I am telling him is that he needs to freaking just relax for a minute. He must be spinning in overtime or something. It is already Aug 14th and I have been back at work for an entire WEEK!

What. The. Hell.

Three months of summer vacation? The reason I became a teacher? All gone. Smashed into 9 weeks with the promise of a longer winterbreak. Bleh. That's lame. I need summer! Getting up to come to work every morning makes me want to cry. I think that's a sign....a sign that I need to be a little more serious in my lottery ticket purchasing.