My nephews are doing well and that is good to see. My oldest nephew Josh is 15 and has special needs. He was great when I saw him. He's turned into a really sweet boy. Patrick was also doing well: he was a bit obnoxious for a while there (taking after his mom) but seems to have chilled out a bit ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about my body image/appearance issues lately. I'm a chubby girl. (Life-long broken thyroid, really hard to lose weight, wonky metabolism, blah blah blah.) On bad days this makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable. On really bad days I hate myself for it and don't want to see or talk to anyone. On good days I am fully in touch ( Read more... )

I just realized that if an otherwise awesome guy who finds my wit and personality to be wonderful rejects me because he doesn't like the way I look...that's not my problem.

Young women do stupid things. They've always done stupid things, but now there's a name for it ( Read more... )

I just got myself all worked up and re-mad about something I got over being mad about months ago. I think it's because at the time I was so concerned with being a good girl that I didn't say what I was thinking. I just let myself be implicated in someone else's issues. I'm never doing that again. Rawr.

I'm listening to some Radiohead and trying to get myself out of the funk I just fell into. My moods are swinging faster than Bart Conners on the parallel bars today. (Oh hi, obscure reference!) I am going to blame it on the fact that I haven't eaten since 6am and my blood sugar has probably taken a nose dive. Yeah, that's it. It's the blood ( Read more... )

I think I've actually passed the getting-carded threshold. I suppose at 37 I shouldn't complain about that. Still. *Insert passive-aggressive self flagellation here*

I've written 10 different things in this text box and deleted them. I'm in a strange, strange mood. I can't adequately put it into words, so I'll stop trying. Just...yeah. I'll get back to that later ( Read more... )

I had a fascinating evening at a goodbye thingie for my dear friend & coworker who is moving to AZ. My company has a policy of hiring embryos from MIT as managers; the MIT vs life-experienced manager debates were fascinating. I hate the Spreadsheet Posse. Bunch of overpaid case-study wankers ( Read more... )

Reading a book about climbing Mt. Everest while wrapped in afghans resting a mildly sprained wrist/thumb ( Read more... )