8/30/2004 10:35:33 PM|||Kismet|||So, last night as I was getting ready for bed, I mentioned to Chris that I was feeling rather fat lately, more so than usual. Normally, I don't really feel all that bad about it...I just try to work on it, slowly but surely. I'll be back in my sexy wardrobe someday, I swear.

However, I started thinking back over the past few days, and I'm pretty sure I figured out what was bothering me about being overweight.

Saturday, flipping through channels on the television, I saw a commercial that was disturbing to me. It was a Subway commercial that showed a boy, probably 12 or 13 years old, who was talking about having lost weight doing the Subway challenge. When did we start marketing diets like that at pre-teens?! Shouldn't we as adults be working on the root of the problem for ourselves and trying to teach our children a healthier way to live, that doesn't involve shoving them at a fast food subway shop every day? There's gotta be something wrong with that. That's what got the subconscious rumblings started.

The other thing that I noticed over the weekend that got me thinking...I was in Wal-mart on Sunday, and I took a shortcut through the clothing sections. Passing through the Juniors section, I saw some jeans with size tags that were 17, 19, and 21. Now, for those of you who aren't familiar with the oddities of female clothing...Junior sizes are the odd sizes, that usually have less defined hips/waists/curves, etc., because they're more designed for pre-pubescent gals. Then, after you get some curves, you get to wear the even sizes, also called Misses. What bothers me though...when I was wearing Junior sizes, I'm almost positive they stopped at size 15. After that, you had to either try to wear a Misses size 16, or hit the Women's sizes. Apparently, Juniors have grown bigger since I was wearing them, since you can now get them up to 21 at least. Yet another testament to the sloth of society contributing to weight problems through lazy diets and lazy exercise schedules.

So, here's what bothers me: I recognize that I don't always eat healthy, and I'm not very athletic either. I'm contributing to all the obesity statistics. Yet I'm upset at Subway advertising aimed at pre-teens, and sizes that go up way more than they used to. Why am I upset about those, yet still unwilling to buckle down and practice what I know is better for me?

*shrug*

Just random thoughts...that's what blogs are for!
|||109392041964937046|||thoughts on obesity8/27/2004 11:03:57 PM|||Kismet|||Just a minor update...maintenance came by to leave us a fan to dry out the carpet. Apparently, the wet carpet is caused not by our air conditioner freezing up, as I initially thought, but by the air conditioner in the apartment right above us. The moisture from their AC freezing up or getting close to freezing up is leaking down through their floor and our walls. Lovely, huh. Yet another reason why I need to be out of an apartment environment!
|||109366241789611967|||one of those days update8/27/2004 06:13:32 PM|||Kismet|||Only one more week till St. Louis!
|||109364487272671375|||TGIF8/26/2004 09:35:31 PM|||Kismet|||Current mood: trying desperately to regain my normally equanimous state of mind.

I'm not even sure what brought it all about. I suspect it's just too many consecutive days of being frustrated and stressed.

But what could a happy-go-lucky-hobbit-wench possibly be frustrated and stressed about?! you ask.

First, there's work. I'm not saying I have a bad job, by any means! However, I sit and stare at Excel day in and day out to do what I do. That in and of itself is enough to drive me insane. Filling in hundreds and thousands of cells in Excel is not anything I ever envisioned myself doing. To break up the monotony, I end up changing fonts and colors. How exciting. That's just the day-to-day frustration. It goes away on Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays. But every Monday, it comes back with a vengeance. I dream in columns and rows lately.

Sometimes, the day-to-day frustration actually turns into stress. A stressed hobbit-wench doesn't sleep well at all. A hobbit-wench who doesn't get enough sleep ends up being even more frustrated than usual the next day, which in turn multiplies the stress, which in turn means more trouble sleeping. You see where this is going.

Then there are other things. For instance, the carpet in the hallway is soaking wet, again. It happened last month too. Maintenance's solution the last time was to leave us a box fan aimed at the carpet for a few days. This time, the wet area is much much larger. And as always, I'm going to be the one who has to call it in, even though I have two roommates who are at home during business hours. Playing mom to two adults I'm not even related to tends to put me in a grumpy mood, which does nothing good for the frustrated and stressed me.

Another thing...as much as I joke about winning the lottery, that's seriously about the only way I'll ever get out of an apartment. I want a little yard so I can plant buttercups and let a beagle puppy run around to play. Is that so much to ask? I realize there are people in worse situations...I know a few of them personally. I used to be one of them. I just don't understand why it seems like the more I progress, the further away the white picket fence horizon moves. Don't get me wrong...I'm not a material girl. It just seems like having to live cooped up in a building with people above you, below you, beside you is wrong. Having a yard of some sort should be in the Bill of Rights.

Can you tell I'm country girl?

Anyway, those are some of the current issues. Each little thing isn't that much, I know...but add it all up, and I'm a basket case. What usually happens when basket case mode sets in is that I end up crying. Which is what I've been doing tonight. I'm sure Chris is going to read this and want to thwap me for not telling him how miserable I am tonight, miserable enough to sit at home locked up in my bedroom crying but unwilling to ask him not to go out with his friends. There are probably a few others who read my babblings who are going to want to thwap me for not calling them. But honestly...what can anyone do? I need a long vacation, and a place for my future beagle puppy to run around, and Chris to be in the same zip code as I am. None of those look to be happening anytime in the near future. And on nights like tonight, knowing it will be months, or years, before life is anything close to how I want it to be...argh!

|||109357347191807262|||one of those days8/26/2004 06:30:34 PM|||Kismet|||Everyone wish Chris's mom Happy Birthday today!
|||109355951963304314|||happy birthday!8/22/2004 03:54:07 PM|||Kismet|||I'm proud to announce I am officially a card-carrying wench. Before you get the wrong idea, head over to the International Wenches Guild website and find out what a real wench is! To be fair to the men, there's also an International Brotherhood of Rogues, Scoundrels and Cads. Anyway, from here on out, my fans can now call me "Mistress Kis."

Tell me if this doesn't sound silly. I took the Hobbitmobile to Jiffy Lube this afternoon. The guy who greeted me when I drove up asked me, "Would you care for our Signature Service Oil Change today?" Uhm...why else does anyone go to Jiffy Lube?|||109320613158281508|||weekend babblings8/21/2004 12:22:59 AM|||Kismet|||I miss Chris.

I guess I got a little too accustomed to him being around when I got off work and came home. Now, the apartment seems so empty, and I live with two other people! The hard part to this long distance relationship is definitely that every minute of every day I wish St. Louis and Fairfax were next door. I just don't feel complete without him.

So, the countdown script has been added again. I apologize to those of you who find sappy posts dull. I am who I am though, and right now I'm sappy and lonesome and missing the one I love. I tried to shrug it off, but nothing seems to help...not gaming, not going out, not staying in, not watching television or movies, not reading...I only feel slightly better when I'm talking to Chris. While that's definitely time well spent and treasured, I still have to go to bed at night with Fiona and Arthur. They're awesome teddy bears, mind you, but they are no match to having my darlin around.
|||109306397995617764|||wistful sigh8/19/2004 08:35:15 PM|||Kismet|||While it's not the Vegas update I keep promising and not delivering, I did play around with a neat little web album generator program that Spyke tried over at his website. So, I now have my first official web album uploaded. You'll find it linked in the Hijinks section to your right. I may end up reorganizing things a bit so I can make Albums their own section, since my original plan was for Hijinks to be illustrated stories about my travels. We'll see. For now I'm content to have pictures uploaded! All the ones you will see are ones I took. Someday I'll incorporate the others' pictures and do a real Hijinks update.

I had to move a few directories around in the Hijinks section, so if you notice a link that doesn't go where it should, let me know.

Enjoy!|||109296241533712325|||pictures for you to look at8/18/2004 08:29:32 PM|||Kismet|||There's no escaping silliness being captured now that most everyone is starting to wander around with camera phones.


|||109287543263550726|||silly picture8/18/2004 07:53:24 AM|||Kismet|||Well, this morning it was time to put Chris on a plane back to St. Louis again. After all the trips to the airport in July, you'd think it'd be a bit easier to handle, but trust me, it's not. Pardon me if I'm in mopey mode for a bit.

So, update on me...well, there's work. It's...work. The diet is temporarily on hold, but luckily I haven't gained more than a pound or so not paying attention the past few weeks. Other than that, life is life is life. Y'all know how that goes.

Update on Chris...he should be back in St. Louis this afternoon. *pout* He had two interviews last week, but so far he hasn't heard back from either of them yet. There's still hope. In the meantime, hopefully he can find something in St. Louis soon.

I'm ready for Labor Day weekend already. For those that don't remember, I have a plane ticket to St. Louis for then. I wish I could leave now. Chris hasn't even left Dulles yet, but I already feel lost without him.

Hurry back, darlin!
|||109283048415511737|||time flies8/6/2004 09:28:16 PM|||Kismet|||Just in case anyone is wondering if something is wrong, given my somewhat sudden decision to dash off to St. Louis this weekend...there's nothing wrong! Chris and I are just missing each other a bit too much, so I'm going to dwarf-nap him and bring him back to Virginia for a week or so to see how job searching in this area might go.

Everyone have a fabulous weekend! I know I will...after all, I get to see my man again!|||109184227639655332|||leaving soon!8/6/2004 12:02:30 AM|||Kismet|||I have to apologize to my Gentle Readers for unintentionally stating a mistruth about getting a Vegas update done this weekend. That isn't going to happen. Sorry! Instead, I'm taking a road trip to St. Louis. You all understand, I'm sure!
|||109176507098917957|||another day, another small update8/4/2004 08:09:10 PM|||Kismet|||A few things to note (well, I'm noting them, although I'm not so sure any of you Gentle Readers are going to be interested):

I got Doom 3 yesterday. Huzzah! I haven't played it yet though. I managed to install it last night right before I collapsed for the night, before 10 PM. Yes, that's early. I'm not doing so well today...some little sinus thing is raining on my parade.

I'm still slacking on the Vegas update. Sorry. I will hopefully get around to it this weekend.

So, I'm currently suffering from medicine-head. It never fails, if I manage to find some sinus medication that works. For some reason, I've been doing house work. I'm sure stirring up dust helps sinus problems, right?

Now I'm off to figure out where in my room I can sit two genie glasses from Aladdin's. They'll be great for long stem flowers someday, if anyone sends me any. (No, that is not a hint!)
|||109166494331124808|||insert catchy post title here8/2/2004 10:51:37 PM|||Kismet|||I guess after July, it's time to have a little quiet time. This first week of August sure seems like it's going to be really quiet so far.

Not much to babble about other than I got to go out to dinner tonight with one of my oldest friends, Torey. He and I've known each other for uhm...has it really been almost 14 years now? Yeah, I guess it has. Time does indeed fly, although it hasn't been for having fun that entire time.

I added Torey's website to the list of friends' links. He hasn't updated some of it in a while, cuz well, he's a slacker too sometimes. It's good to have him back in my life though...he's always been a good guy to have around, and one can never have too many good friends.
|||109150197712558130|||ho hum