Follow up to the follow up

So VFB Friend requested me again. And this time, he did what we've all been waiting for; he included a message.

And what does he have to say for himself after breaking my teenage heart, crushing my self esteem and then stalking me for the last two months?

"Whats up."

Wow. That was so worth waiting for.

Best $102 I ever spent*‏

So I found something interesting in my Inbox today. In between an ad for Cialis and my Newegg invoice (erections and LCD monitors; I'm not sure which excites me more) was a message from Bob.
Yep, he's back.
Go give him some love.

Now we just need to track down Mike.

Oh, and speaking of douchebags, we were totally had. I'd stick a fork in his head, if it weren't so funny.

*Title serves no purpose other than to make Bob wince and say 'Oh fuck that'

How do you say no to that without laughing?

What do you get when you mix a strict mom who says television time doesn't start until 6 pm and a 6 year old who is a little bit smart and little bit smartass?

Relationship advice from the Center of the Universe

Just in time for Valentine's Day...Kevin Bacon's advice on nurturing a long-term marriage?
"You've got to keep the fights clean and the sex dirty."
I couldn't agree more.

Happy Valentine's Day/Weekend everyone!

News of the weird

You can't say the word 'weird' without talking about Girlfriend first. I was in Pittsburgh last week for work and we got together while I was there. You guys have to ask her to tell you the story about the time she went on a tour of Chernobyl and was bitten by a radioactive mosquito.

Swear to God.
Could I make that shit up?

Though I'm sure it's a much funnier story after you've been sitting in a pub for 3 hours and are on your 5th White Russian but whatever.

And surgery is today so everyone keep your fingers crossed that they don't accidentally amputate her arm or something. Though I still think that thing is full of mosquito larvae.
::shudder::

Also on the weird-o-meter is VFB. So I had chosen to Ignore the Friend Request and that was that. Or so I thought. He has become a persistent little bugger since than, repeatedly adding me as a 'friend' each time I ignore him. I currently have request #4 sitting in my inbox. No added messages from him; just this ongoing quest to be my Facebook Friend.

Freak.

Progress (ie. a pat on the back)

In my on going quest for a better life, I've reached a hell of a milestone.

One year ago today, I quit smoking.

::happy dance::

It wasn't always easy and I still get the occassional urge to smoke. There are still days when I'm driving and I catch myself with one hand rooting around in my purse, unconciously searching for a pack of cigarettes. And I've developed one hell of a Tic Tac addiction in the meantime.

To answer the two most common questions I get:
1) No, I did not use any products. I quit cold turkey.
It was just my time. I had been thinking about it for a few days due to the fact that a mere 5 days earlier, I had been diagnosed with skin cancer. Ironically, I then came down with a severe case of bronchitis and the beginnings of pneumonia. I knew, that if I wanted to be healthier to help me fight when/if the time came, I had to quit smoking. So I did.

2) Yes, I put on a lot of weight.
In the first 11 months, I put on 30 lbs. Honestly, I hadn't worried about gaining weight throughout the process because I knew I had to quit smoking. That was the most important thing and I didn't want to get bogged down by something else. But I figured I had the no smoking thing down pretty good after 11 months so when I hit the scale and saw I hit the 30 lb mark I said, basically, 'fuck this shit'. And making two little changes in my life seems to be working: I walk 2 miles on the treadmill every morning and I switched to lite beer. This last month, I've dropped 7 lbs leaving me only 23 more to go before bathing suit season. Woohoo!

Half Time

So I've spent the last hour and a half yelling at the tv, jumping up and down and teaching The Girl a few new words. After that amazing 98 yard Steeler touchdown, I ran down the stairs to The Thing's office. I rushed through the doorway spewing the usual disclaimer of 'Pretend like you enjoy sports for 5 seconds' and found him in a facial mud mask.

God, I love that man.