*pouts*

(The computer is working tonight - after I deleted several pictures)

I'm feeling whiney tonight. I want a real vacation. After reading all the wonderful entries about the visit to SF, and all the posts about the peep meet in Niagra, I'm feeling very envious of everyone. My vacation last month was great, spending time with my son was so wonderful, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm on vacation next week, and I'm going to Arkansas to spend most of the week with my son. It's his birthday, and so naturally I'm going to spend the time with him. But... {childish, whiney voice} I want a real vacation!!!!! I want to go somewhere fun! I want to do adult things while on vacation! *kicks ground* I want a fucking peep meet!!!!{/childish whiney voice}

While I'm whining and bitching about things I want, but will never have, I want someone to clean my fucking house for me! I'm too fucking lazy to do it myself, but it really needs to be done. It's not quite at the "get a shovel" level, but it's embarrassing. I need to plan a party or something to motivate me to clean it. I don't let people come over when it's bad, so maybe if I had someone coming over, I would get my ass in gear. Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I would just cancel the visit.

I'm feeling crappy about myself because of my weight. I just can't seem to motivate myself to even begin to try anything. I have thought that maybe I would use tattoos as a motivation. For every 25 pounds I lose, more ink! *grin* Of course, then people might look at me and go "hmmm". *rolls eyes* Years ago, when I worked in one of the regional offices, the exec gave all the office staff a Zig Ziglar book for Christmas. It was all about the power of positive thinking. You know, you look yourself in the mirror and repeat your little mantra of whatever you're trying to accomplish, and it comes it true. If I tell myself 10 times every morning that I will not overeat, I will exercise, and I will lose weight, I will start to follow through and actually do it. BTW, that had to be one of the crappiest presents ever! I know the man meant well, but I don't think any of us actually appreciated it. And he paid the extra price to have them all autographed.

Have any of you seen the Julia Roberts' movie "Something to Talk About"? There's this one scene that I just love, and wish I could actually do. In the scene, Julia's character is at a Junior League meeting, and just found out that her husband had an affair with one of her friends, to help get her husband to straighten up. So Julia's character decides it's time to cut the crap, and just lay it all out on the line. All the "secrets" that everyone knows, just get them out in the open and quit the bullshit pretending. Sometimes I would love to do that. Just lay it all out there and be done with it.

Well, enough bitching and moaning for one post. Time for me to get some sleep so I can have another fun day at work tomorrow. Of course, I don't have any more pie charts to make, so it won't be all that fun. *pouts*