Thursday, May 29, 2008

The husband has a job interview in exactly 54 minutes (which would be 2:00 pm, EST). One of his professors has been passing on job postings to his class these last few weeks (classes don't end for another two weeks, actually).

This is his first job interview in almost 12 years.

I think I might throw up...

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

How freaked out should I be that the boy has started referring to himself in the third person? Say, on a scale of 1 - 10?

Monday, May 26, 2008

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Monday, May 12, 2008

Happy Mother's Day to me!

Well THIS was certainly unexpected...

After much, much, much thought and consideration, after much talking to my doctor and talking to a surgeon, and looking at things on the internet, and all of that...

I have made the final decision to have the gastric bypass surgery.

I know, I know... it's a scary prospect, and their are risks involved, and practically everyone has a friend who has a relative that had the surgery and ended up dying for one reason or another. I appreciate the concern, but quite frankly I take a bigger risk driving on I-75 southboung through downtown Dayton every morning on my way to work than I do with having this surgery.

Believe me, this is not a decision I have made lightly. I'm sure many of you recall what I have now come to think of as my fat manifesto that I posted here in December '06. I truly never thought I would ever consider something like this... but I have to face reality. I am 38 years old, and I have 180 - 200 lbs to lose (I can't believe I just typed that number here...). I have tried it 'on my own', and obviously haven't gotten very far.

I also can't ignore it when I read things like this and this. I would qualify for the LapBand procedure, but for people with type II diabetes, the positive results are much greater with the gastric bypass than with the LapBand.

So there you have it. I'm sure there will be more posting to come on this, and I walk through the steps to meet the qualifications so that my insurance will cover this. Oh what a fun ride this will be...

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Saturday at the farm

We smelled like a barn when we got home, but we sure had a great time...

Friday, May 09, 2008

Okay, I'm over it now.
Maybe not.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

I'm back.

I'm tired.

I have a headache.

What an odd trip that was... my first business trip, and if I had anything to do with it, it would be my last... but I'm sure that won't be the case. The whole thing just had a really weird feel to it. The rides up and back to Nowhereville, IL were excruciating (9-10 hours each, because we had to stop in Chicago at O'Hare to pick up two folks who were flying in from New York for this special occasion... bursts of conversation followed by long, long uncomfortable silences. There's only so much small-talk you can make with people that you don't know very well, and who aren't all that willing to talk back. I spent quite a bit of time staring at trees... and farm fields... and the occasional group of cows.

The school mascot of the town we went to is the pretzel. The 'fighting pretzels'. I can't make this stuff up.

I have come back from this trip rather befuddled, though. Befuddled in a way that I just don't want to talk about right now. Befuddled in a way that has broken my concentration... with one thought stuck in my head right now that won't go away...

It's good to be back.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

The car ride from home to Nowhereville, IL was endless.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

The Casa de Insurance, in their infinite wisdom (note sarcasm), is sending me to our office in Nowhereville, IL this coming week - Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. My first business trip... glory, hallelujah. I am driving there with my manager and co-worker. We leave tomorrow morning at 9am, drive to Chicago to pick up two co-workers flying in from New York, then continue on to the office in Nowhereville (two hours outside Chicago) for two days of 'teambuilding'.

What a colossal waste of time.

So, see you later this week. Think of me as I spend hours, and hours, and hours trying to socialize with my co-workers... God help me.