No more bad foods

As many of you know, I do my best to keep a healthy and well rounded diet. Besides the fact that I am overweight, I do not eat like many "obese" people eat. I don't eat fast foods, I eat tons of fruits and veggies (that are NOT loaded with butter or any kind of fat), and I do my best to steer clear of any kind of processed foods and restaurants that serve processed foods.

After this past weekend, I have gotten the final confirmation that I cannot eat crappy foods...its just not worth it. I ate a TON of carbs this past weekend, I don't know why, or how, but I did. Today I am paying for it. I have felt nausea since yesterday and been feeling a little funny all day. Kinda like I am gonna have another panic attack or something. I believe it has to do with the crap that I ate this weekend, and not drinking enough water, and not frequenting the gym as I usually do. I don't know what it was, but on sunday i would not stop grazing...it was TERRIBLE. I ate a lotta bread...I love bread, but we all know...gluten is BAD.

So, tonight, when i get home, I am gonna go to the gym, workout, and feel better. And come home to a nice healthy dinner. No more bad foods for me.

I did the right thing, right?

So friday was a whirlwind of a day. I had tons of personal errands to get done, tidy the condo, and get stuff for my friend Melanie's bridal shower (which was a hit, btw). In my travels I went to BJ's to get some bruschetta for the shower. As I am walking from the parking lot to the wholesale market I notice something green on the floor, as I get closer I notice it is a woman's wallet. I pick it up and immediately look at the ID to see if the owner is anywhere in sight. There were 2 women packing up a car in the parking lot, and the ID picture did not match either one of them. So I took the wallet into the store with me and headed straight for the customer service desk. The line was a mile long so I went over to the "supervisor" desk. I asked the woman behind the desk if they had a lost and found. She didn't really tell me yes or no, but said, how can I help you. I told her that I found this wallet in the parking lot and handed it to her. I was a little bit shocked when she didn't say thank you or anything for the fact that I turned it in. Another supervisor came over once I started walking away and the woman asked what that was all about. The original supervisor stated that someone found a wallet, she was said, "OMG, there are still good honest people in this world." Well at least someone responded.

I wonder if BJ's tried to contact the owner of the wallet, I didn't get her name, all I was able to get from the ID was that she was from Manchester, MA. Where the hell is that?! Oh well. I proceed to tell my boyfriend this story and he asked if there was money in the wallet and also if I took it. I told him, the thought didn't even cross my mind to look no less take. He said he probably would have taken the cash and turned in the rest of the wallet. What would you have done? I always think if I were the one that lost my wallet, I would be going mad looking for it and worrying someone is going to steal my identity and have a field day with my amex card.

The day gets better. Later that evening I go to Stop & Shop and head straight to the self checkout, as I only had 4 items. Before I begin scanning my items, I look down and notice that someone had left a $20 bill in the change slot. I take the bill out and place it on the register. I look around and no other customers are around. I actually contemplated this time pocketing the $20 bill. Then I realized, with my luck, this is some sort of police sting operation and I can get arrested for pety larceny since technically the money is property of the store. So I ring up my items, pay for them and pack them up. I flag down the cashier girl responsible for the self checkout registers and tell her someone left their change in the machine and hand her the $20. She informs me that people do that all the time and thanks me for being honest. I went home and played mega millions in the hopes of winning since I was finding money all around town that day. To my dismay, I did not win :( But I did the right thing turning in the wallet and money. Hopefully my "right thing to do" will some back to me someday.

What would you have done?

World of War Craft Part II

Dear World of War Craft,

This weekend I created my own character with much resistance. My boyfriend insisted that I at least just try the game. I am one to admit when I am wrong. So, I was wrong. I actually am enjoying your game thus far, although, I cannot see myself playing for 4-12 hours straight, but an hour or two here and there will be more my style.

To my family, friends and colleagues:

• I promise not to dress up like my character (a Paladin, she's adorable), unlike this woman.

• I promise not to speak like I have a retainer in my mouth and proceed to spit on people as I talk.
• I promise not to "damage" people as I walk down the street instead of swearing at them; like I currently do.
  
• I promise to continue to shower daily and keep a clean home.
• I promise I will still continue on with daily life and go to the gym.
  
• I promise I will NOT become a sloth.
• I promise to still go out and have fun with my friends.
  
• I promise to still play pogo weekly to achieve my badges as I do now; Nothing can take the place of Thousand Island Solitaire in my heart.
  
• I promise I will not use that heavy duty geek jargon. (ie. I am going to 4000000 damage you with my priestess hammer and battlestar galactica your ass along with the entire region of Westfall. Every gnome, rogue, dwarf will be ruled by my mignon (who's name is soultaker).

Love,
Karen :)

World of War Craft

Dear World of War Craft,

Please let me have my boyfriend back. I'll even make a deal, you can have him during the week, but I want him on friday evenings, saturdays and sundays. Thank you!

Kind Regards,
Karen

This weekend...I met Commie!

This weekend I accompanied my good friend Bill to a wedding. It was a friend of his from high school and also his neighbor growing up. I should note as well that this was my first ever New Hampshire wedding. Bill, being the single bachelor that he is, was hoping to see some "fly honey's" and possibly meet someone, cause they do say that weddings are great places to meet people. I personally think that is a load of crap. Anyways, I digress....

We get to the chapel in Nashua which is very cute and quaint, would maybe consider getting married there myself, if it wasn't in New Hampshire. As we are sitting there waiting for the ceremony to start, I see a young lady walk in. The first thing about her that catches my eye is that she is wearing a hounds tooth suit (skirt and blazer) with a matching houndstooth purse. Now, you really have to search high and low to find something like that....I mean more matching than the houndstooth. Then I notice the rest of her outfit....white tights and BLACK COMBAT BOOTS!!!! Like really....really....wtf is up with that?!

I jest my friend and say, she is def the one for him. We laugh, it was kinda funny. ALthough, it gets better....after cocktail hour (which cocktail hour should consist of more than cheese and crackers), we make our way into the reception room/area. Who else walks in front of us but combat boot girl, we'll call her Commie for short. I joke with Bill that there goes his new girlfriend....and he responds with..."just you wait, bet you she will be sitting at our table." We get to our table, and Damn It! Bill was right. And I had to sit next to Commie. Granted, she was a very nice person, but really, really....the boots, who wears those boots to a nice wedding. Her boots weren't the only thing that needed to go, but also her blazer. It was okay on her while she was standing up, but after she sat down, it was too small. I know how that feels and I really felt for her, but I also don't think I have ever gone anywhere in which I didn't test out my "outfit" before leaving the house. Regardless, as she sat, her buttons/snaps popped open and I saw flesh....yes, flesh....YUCK! I did say something to her about her button being open, and she thanked me. I know I would def want to know if I had something bad going on with my outfit. I felt bad for teasing Bill about her for a little while cause she truly seemed like a very nice person, but then, I stopped. She began telling jokes about gobblins and medieval stuff....that's where I couldn't help myself anymore.....the name Commie had stuck, and I just had to tell you all about it.

FINALLY!!! They read my mind!

So yesterday I went to the gym, as usual. As I am at the foot of the stairs to go to the second floor, I notice this HUGE board that is as tall as I am (not a big feat). The title of the board was, "PROPER GYM ETIQUETTE." I am not kidding! I think someone has finally read my mind. It had all sorts of stuff on it, like water fountain etiquette (no lips or spit on the fountain discharge), locker room etiquette (no naked people, please), wiping down machines when you are done etiquette (cause I don't want your germs), no sparkly shoe lace etiquette (cause that's just bad)....okay, maybe I lied about that one. But FINALLY!!!!

I do, however, wonder what made them post this in plain sight of everyone. Overall, most people are respectful and know what the deal is, however, I guess there are enough people, like sparkles and the moanin' mama, that called a need for this.

I don't have high hopes for the posting of etiquette, but at least its effort and worth a try. :)

Presidents Day!

Well...it has been a long time since my last post, which just tells you that I have been very busy at work, and have not had a chance to blog.

Why am I the only person of all my friends to be working?! what is up with that? Stupid company...only 8 holidays per year! UGH!!! I'm pissed, I can be at home, studying for my exam, but no, instead, I am here, at work, writing my blog, reading other blogs, and doing stupid contractor shop submittals...like really....really...I need a 3 day weekend like everyone else sometimes too.