Fat and Tired

I think my bed is trying to kill me. Both Venti and I feel like we've cracked a rib, and perhaps we actually have. I don't understand this, though, because the bed is actually not old, and I think pretty expensive. It's extremely comfortable and supportive, so what the hell is this cracked rib feeling? Of course - I am unable to NOT obsess about this - what, with being a hypochondriac and all.

Second thing I'm freaking TF out about is this weight gain. I've gained ten pounds since we've moved to Seattle. WTF is THAT all about? And it's not a comfortable ten pounds, either. It's one of those skin-stretching, belly feels like it's got a bowling ball in it, totally uncomfortable ten pounds. I don't know what else to do other than obsess about it. I think it must be my thyroid gland malfunctioning. Thyroid doesn't have very many syllables, I'll grant you that, but it still sounds kind of scary.

I don't know how to exercise with my agoraphobia and heart phobia. I guess I'll get to talk to a psychologist about this soon.

I also get to go to the dentist this weekend - right smack dab in the middle of a Saturday when I should be out shopping (because we have not yet done any Christmas shopping at all!) I also panic in dentist's chairs. I'll have to be sure to take extra xanax instead of thinking I can just brave it out. I always get a kick out of telling a dentist that I'm sedated because they scare the shit out of me. Ever reaction is unique...but fun.

Goddamn it. I better weigh less tomorrow morning when I step on the scale than I did this morning. I simply will NOT put up with being this fucking fat.

I'm not really tired. I don't know why I put that in the title of the post. I'm actually quite wide awake for it being 2:30 in the morning. I guess it doesn't hurt that I had a 3 hour nap today. I think naps are a thing of beauty.

Oh - here's a picture I took. I was going to take more pictures, but my camera's battery died right about after I took this pic. I think it reminds me of the Arches National Park - the rock formation that's called something like the Three Gossips or something like that.

Hmm. I think if you click on it that it will look better than it does in this small version. I should have cropped it, too. Yeah well.

I haven't heard from my mother lately. I wonder if she's pissed at me for not sending a thank you note for the glasses she bought me from Pier 1. I wonder if she'd be pissed if she knew that all the glasses she sent me are breaking VERY easily. I wonder if they're a different batch than the ones I got at the Pier 1 here. Anyway, I'm sure she'll cheer up as soon as she gets the 2 bottles of wine and box of chocolates I got her for Christmas. Now...just have to get them packaged and in the mail.

Oh, man - I had the greatest Mongolian BBQ yesterday. Venti and I ventured out with only Short Decaf and Grande Decaf had pissed us off so badly that we just wanted to be gone from the house for a while, and figured they could find their own dinner anyway. We braved going into the mall to the food court - which you would think would suck - but I tell you, that dude who runs the Mongolian grill there is just awesome. I can't understand very much of what he says - but I ended up getting curry sauce, peppers, and soy sauce on mine. Lots of peppers. He was shocked that I wanted it so spicy, but obliged. Man, it was so fucking good. And it wasn't unhealthy, either - I would think the only unhealthy thing about it would have been the noodles (not a lot of them) and the sodium in the soy sauce. (So that's NOT why I'm suddenly fat.)

I wish I could adopt the guy. He probably doesn't wish that.

Speaking of adopting people, Venti saw a homeless lady with a 2-year-old little girl. If he sees her again he's going to work up the nerve to talk to her. I think she should come and live with us. We have the room, after all. I'd just love, love, love to help someone out like that. I just wish that we knew we were going to be in this house a little longer, or that we would - for sure - be able to find as big of a house to rent next July when it's time for us to get out of here. If that stuff was in the bag, I think I'd actively seek out someone who could use a break in life and give them the spare space in the house. Man, homeless with a 2-year-old...I can't even imagine. That's so sad. :(

(God, I am SO SICK of Blue's Clues.)

I just realized tonight that the chick that plays a Real Estate agent in the T-Mobile 1500 minutes a month commercial was the same actress in Kirstie Alley's Fat Actress show. She was great in that. I loved her hair.

(Yes, these are random thoughts.)

So, I've got my television nights all planned out for the week.

Sunday: (past already): West Wing - it rocked.
Monday: (tonight-past already): The Medium. Pretty damn good episode.
Tuesday: Not a goddamn thing because The Office isn't on. WTF? My name is Earl is on, but I don't like that a whole lot (although I used to have a serious crush on Jason Lee)
Wednesday: Martha Stewart's Apprentice
Thursday: Season Finale of Donald's Apprentice - of course! 2 Hour Finale, Bay-bay! (Also, will be watching Joey.)
Friday: Yeah....I don't watch Friday night TV. Or Saturday night, to be honest. Those are "I'm not home right now..." or movie nights.

I made something in response to that gay-assed Cookie Exchange party. You can read it here if you're interested. It really is funnier if you read the original version first. God, I just really don't like people like that.