WoW Update

We did end up going to a movie and dinner. But we put off leaving for so long because he kept waiting to see if they were going to raid or not. I didn't buy tickets online because at that point I wasn't sure what time we would make it to the movie.

By the time we left we had decided on seeing the 7:35pm movie and it was currently 6:10pm. I had mentioned maybe going to Red Robin for dinner before the movie (earlier in the evening). When we pulled into the Red Robin parking lot it was full and people were waiting outside, there was no way we would make it in and out in time to make it to our movie.

Then Mike decides we should go to Mucho Gusto. I like Mucho Gusto but I was hoping for a fun date night with my boyfriend. We rushed through our meal there so we could race over to Valley River to try and make our movie.

The line for the movies is so long it makes it all the way to the door then wraps around, even the ticket kiosk has a huge line.

So this nice relaxing fun date night has turned into this rushed disappointment. Fortunately the movie was great and we did make it in time.

I am still pissed about the WoW thing.

WoW can kiss my ass!

So, my boyfriend plays WoW aka World of Warcraft. He plays it a lot. I normally don't really care. He is good about if we have something to do about getting off the computer. He is also responsive and still engages with me while he is playing. Sometimes I even find his game interesting. I can totally see the appeal.

But yesterday I realized that he plays WoW more than he is at work. He has a full time job but in his defense (feeble though it is) he isn't necessarily at work 40 hrs a week, he is at work more like 30 hrs a week. But still plays WoW more.

I have also realized that if I give him enough warning about plans etc he is really good about not being on the computer.

He even called me this morning and told me that he wants to take me to the coast for Valentine's Day. REALLY?! It is so out of character for him. Usually I have to tell Mike specifically what gift I want for a holiday. He has never bought me flowers even though I have told him I like them (he has picked several roses from his yard and put them in a jar on the counter for me when I get home from work). He just isn't romantic like that and that's okay, I love him anyway.

Earlier this week I asked him if would go on a date with me tonight, Friday. We would go to dinner and a movie. It would be fun, we haven't really gone on a date in awhile and I thought it would be fun. Mike was all for it. The plan was to go to dinner (who knows where) and then go see Gran Torino.

Well, this evening he comes home from work and asks if I would okay going to a later movie. Sure. I look up movie times and he asks if I am going to buy the tickets online and was I paying for the movie or was he. Rewind to this morning as he was leaving for work:

Erica: Do you want to go to dinner before the movie tonight?

Mike: Maybe.

Erica: If you do, I can buy dinner and you can get the movie.

Mike: Okay. Love you, see you when I get home.

Um, hello? Are we going to dinner? Then he tells me that he was interested in going to a later movie and eating at home because his guild is thinking of completing the raid they started last night. WHAT?! Seriously?!

I know he just joined a new guild and wants to make a good impression so that in the future he will be invited on raids etc etc. But really? We had plans.

He is trying to get out of it and convince them to finish the raid tomorrow. But my feelings are still hurt. He hasn't blown me off before because of WoW. And I know he is only doing it because he is in the new guild, still pisses me off though.

You may have a small penis but ice can still kill you

It snow. Yea, woo hoo, yippee. Whatever, shut the hell up! I hate snow. Despise it with a passion. Now I realize when the first snowfall happens, everything is covered in white and pretty. Everything looks so clean and bright, blah blah blah. Two minutes later it is covered in footprints, people have driven through it making is brown and dirty, and dogs have turned it yellow (hell I know a few people who probably helped turn it yellow or worse). Few days later, beautiful snow is now reduced to brown slush. I have also skidded through one too many stoplights, screaming in fear of my life, to enjoy snow anymore.

Then the day warms up and it starts to melt. Children are outside playing in the snow, creating snowmen and snow forts and having snowball fights, because of course all schools have closed due to the measley 2 inches of white stuff.

Alright, I know schools and stuff close down when there is any snow mainly because it never snows here so the city isn't prepared handle it and can't clear roadways or salt the roads, etc etc. But I digress.

So the snow begins to melt that first day and then the sun begins to disappear below the horizon. This makes the temperature drop too and guess what that does...freezes the melting snow in to lethal slabs of ice. Lurking on roadways to send your car into terrifying skid or camoflauged on the sidewalk waiting to make you fall as you caustiously make your way down the road.

Ice = scary

Black Ice = scarier

Assholes driving huge vehicles when ice is present = scariest fucking thing ever.

Apparently there was some memo that went out informing SUV and truck drivers that they will be immune to all possible weather hazards created by snow and freezing temps. Okay, let me back up...not all drivers of said vehicles are idiots, some do have common sense and I thank them for using it.

Usually these douchebags are younger guys who have purchased their HUGE vehicles to compensate for what they lack in their pants (and their brains apparently).

This morning I am slowing making my trek to work. I live in West Eugene and have to drive all the way to 30th and Main in Springfield, on a good day without other cars impeding my progress I can usually make it in 15 minutes. Today however it took me easily 40+ minutes.

One of the aforementioned douchebags gets right up on my ass as I am driving down the road. Apparently my honda civic and I were not going fast enough for him. And since he was in a monstrously huge truck he felt he should be able to go faster. So, now not only am I trying to be a good driver in the snow and on ice, I also have to keep an eye on testerone boy behind me.

Finally he passes me and goes on his dangerous way. I lived in Idaho for 6 years and became pretty familiar with driving in the snow and how to do it. Of course I also had studded tires put on my car every winter. I don't get studded tires anymore because I really don't need them here and they are horrible for the roads. But, I DO know how to drive in the snow.

These assholes every year come tearing down the streets in the SUVs and Trucks and think that just because they have those vehicles, ice won't get them. Well if you don't know how to drive in the snow or how to handle a spin out or slide then it really doesn't matter what you are driving and frankly you are now another danger for people just trying to arrive safely at their intended destination. Having 4 WD does not make your car automatically fit for the snow, yes it will handle better, but there is still danger. And having a truck can be even worse. Most trucks get their power from their back wheels because in theory, if you have a truck you are hauling something or carrying something in the bed. If your bed is empty on your truck, you're fucked. Your vehicle can't get any traction and you spin out.

So, just because you have purchased this vehicle to make you feel better about the little thing in your pants, remember, ice doesn't care and it will try and kill you. And if you continue to be an asshole it will try and kill not only you, but other innocent people on the road too!

Here comes the bride

So, I'm not the best on keeping up on my blogging. Sue me. What can I say, sometimes I get busy, sometimes I get lazy, and sometimes I just have nothing to say...to anyone.

My brother proposed to his girlfriend on Sunday and she said yes. They are all engaged and shit now. What the hell?! I mean I am super excited for them and she is already basically part of the family and he will never find anyone else who will put up with his neurotic ass the way she does and love him to boot.

But I always thought I would get married before him. I mean I am older by 4 years and a girl (in my mind girls tend to get married younger than boys). Hell I even have a boyfriend I live with. But there are no wedding bells anywhere close to my near future or at least any that actually will belong to me.

I do want to get married. And I do want to have kids. I even kinda have baby fever at the moment. I see pregnant bellies and it is like a homing beacon. I just want to look and look at the belly and I can hardly wait to see what the baby will look like. I want to be pregnant, except I don't want the baby that comes from being pregnant. Is that weird?

Sam and Kelsey being engaged will only cause my mother's psychosis to become even worse. Jen and Brad got engaged and started planning their wedding and somehow I ended up with a stack of wedding dress pictures my mom thought would look good on me...uh, okay. And Jen isn't even really my mom's kid. So I can just imagine it now that one of her children is getting married. Gah, save me now! Please I beg you.

P.S. I am still fat and not getting any less fat. Damnit! Even though I know it's my fault because I don't actually stick to the WW plan.

LJ is the bane of my existence

I am bored to tears at work today. I feel like it is the same old thing over and over again. Sometimes the OVPs are interesting, but today I can find little motivation to actually do any work.

Mike is in New York all week and I need to start moving my stuff. All I keep thinking about today is how much crap I have to do. I need to make a GoodWill run, I need to take stuff to the computer recycling, I need to pack up my books so that my bookshelves can be moved.

And I am tired. I slept terribly. Partly because Mike was gone and I have gotten used to sleeping with him there but also because Little John left around midnight and Shadow went crazy and woke me up.

I don't understand Little John, except I do understand he is depressed. He literally sleeps all day. Once he wakes up he eats a little something (usually creating a huge mess in the kitchen I have just cleaned). Then he flips on the TV and proceeds to watch cartoons for several hours. Finally between 10:30 and midnight he will get around to going out. He then proceeds to head out....who knows where or with what money and doesn't come home until 4-5am in the morning.

He isn't working, although sometimes he says he does have jobs lined up. Now his truck is supposed to repossessed today if he can't come up with the $800 he owes. I think his mom or dad will bail him out and he will miraculously get to keep his truck.

He never has any money to pay rent. Yet he always has money to go out, wherever it is that he goes. He has money to put gas in his gas guzzling truck.

While Mike is gone it is weird to be alone with Little John. I don't feel all that safe around him and I have nothing to talk to him about. I don't do drugs and I am not a huge cartoon fan.

Yesterday I spent all day cleaning out the spare room at Mike's and preparing to paint. I painted for several hours, all the while trying to be quiet as I painted the wall that is shared with Little John's room, trying to be respectful of the fact that he was sleeping (Of course it was about 3pm at this point). I took a break about 5:45 to go over to my parents' house for dinner, LJ was still sleeping.

After dinner I head back to Mike's, I only have one coat of paint left and then I am all done paintine, yea! I get there about 7:30 and there is LJ sitting on the couch, watching cartoons. I figured whatever, I will just go finish painting.

I got done just before 9pm and I was excited because after everything I had done that day I was looking forward to watching Desperate Housewives which was on at 9pm. I didn't get to watch DH because LJ was now watching Futurama...a freaking cartoon.

Fine, whatever, at least I recorded it. I decide to just go read in the bedroom. First I go into the kitchen for glass of water and realize that LJ has fried a hamburger patty and in the process splattered all over the counter and left his dirty dishes all over the place.

I am just so fed up with him. Mike has asked him to finish the windows, they need to be caulked, inside and out. Last night LJ tells me that it irritates him that Mike thinks he doesn't have anything else to do and wants the windows done immediately. Uh, HELLO! you don't do anything else except sit around, oh, I mean sleep. He paid you for the windows a long time ago and part of the job includes caulking the windows!

It is just frustrating.

I make Shadow and Jackie both sleep with me at night because LJ makes me feel uncomfortable. I could stay at my place, but I don't want to leave the dogs alone with him.

And what do I want to do to help myself feel better....EAT! Gah. I am back on track and tracking points again this week after taking a little hiatus, that did nothing to help my weight loss. I need to stay focused and not let little things get to me.

Jedi mind power against fast food

I have not been sleeping lately, mostly due to stress. And I have noticed that fast food has seemed much more appealing that it normally does. I mean I always love gooey fatty goodness and french fries. But recently the yearning for fast food as I drive by the restaurants is so strong. I haven't actually given in and gotten anything, but it is so tempting.

I have come to the conclusion that the tireder (real word?) I am the more I really want that comfort food offered at fast food places. Interesting observation and not something I think I would have notice if I wasn't so aware of my eating and cravings.

So, the moral is....get your sleep and the fast food has no control over you!

Tracking...funny how it works

Two weeks ago I was diligent in my tracking of food I ate. Even when I knew I hadn't stuck to my points and that I was eating "bad" food, I wrote it all down. And I lost 4.6lbs!

Last week I slacked a little on the tracking and wasn't monitoring everything I was eating very well. I eventually did get around to writing stuff down, but I fear that because I procrastinated I missed some food items that I ate. I gained .6lbs.

So I am trying my hardest to keep track of everything I eat and to actually stick with the program. I find the weekends are the hardest to get under control. At work my day is scheduled and I have a routine, but on weekends or days off my routine is thrown out of wack. And then I wait too long to eat and I am starving by the time I get around to it so I just eat the easiest and closest thing I can find...generally not something very healthy for me.

Today I had two beers, it was a two beer kind of day. I took Jackie to the vet, then had to take my car to the dealership for some recall replacement thing (I don't know cars, but I know something needed to be fixed and they were going to fix it). After leaving my car at the dealership I went to lunch with Mike and had a slice of pizza, the greatest but in moderation really not that bad. It was one slice and nothing else, granted it was a large slice. After he dropped me off at home, I proceeded to clean my room, bathroom included, and wash all my dirty clothes.

Then Mike came back over after work so that when they called to tell me my car was ready I would have a ride to go pick it up. He decided to look at my computer that I had out in the garage and see if it was usable or something (I don't speak computer). As he was turning it on and getting it all up and running, the background picture pops up and it was a head shot of Val Kilmer. I have the BIGGEST crush on that man.

Well the photo brought back all these old memories of college and how much I enjoyed it and miss that time and my friends from there. College was one of the best things I ever did.

But then Mike starts laughing at how little RAM is on the computer and how the firewall is from a company that doesn't exist nor is the internet program I used at the time, NetScape. I know he was just joking around and was a little nostalgic himself for the old memories these antiquated programs brought up. But it made me defensive. I bought that computer with my own money for $1000 in 1999. It was a big deal and I was so excited to even HAVE a computer for college that was my very own. My parents had barely gotten a computer themselves. That computer is almost 10 years old and the advancement in technology are exponential, but I felt like he was mocking me and the computer I had chosen. Even though I know he wasn't.

Then while I am still cleaning my room and washing clothes, Mike starts talking about me moving in and what his ideas are about my portion of rent. He says how about I pay $320, which is 10% of his mortgage and then $100 for utilities. How do I think this sounds? I am perfectly paying all of this, it is actually less than what I am paying now. But it stresses me out to think about moving and money is always stressful. Then it makes me angry because I think of Little Jon and how he doesn't pay any of the rent he promised to pay Mike and because of that I feel like I am getting shafted. Mike keeps going on and on about how he can really use the rent money and I just want to scream at him...FUCKING make Little Jon pay you or demand he work in trade around the house!

If I don't pay my rent, then I get EVICTED. Apparently if you are Little Jon, then nothing bad happens when you don't pay rent.

Little Jon himself stresses me the hell out. Something bad is always happens to him and it never his fault. What the hell ever! He watches cartoons all freaking day, finally decides to get going for the day around 3-4pm in the afternoon then heads on out. Usually he goes out the bar and staggers in around 3am. This of course causes Shadow to go balistic and that in turn wakes me up. I have to go to work at 7:30am so I would really appreciate sleeping through the night. On nights where he doesn't go out, he sits on the couch and criticises everything. He never has anything positive to say. It is always how something isn't right or he could do it better or blah blah blah. And him and Mike constantly bicker and I can feel myself getting tenser and tenser.

We get back to Mike's after getting my car from the dealership, I am hungry (only thing I have eaten was the piece of pizza earlier), I am cranky because I still feel defensive about my computer, and who is home, Little Jon. GAH!

So, I wanted two beers. And I happily wrote them down in my tracker like the good little weight watcher fatty I am :)

I am hopeful this week will be a loss week. I am determined to not be fat forever. Happy tracking!