I think the people that live above my garage must hate me. Why do you ask? I’ll tell ya. Sometimes I get home from my runabouts and I’m just not done jamming to whatever random song might be occupying my own personal air waves, so I just sit in the garage with my stereo bumpin’ (windows up) until it’s finished. I don’t know if they can hear it, but I’m sure they can… and if not, I’m sure they at least feel the bass.

Secondly, my horn goes off when I lock the doors, and I always lock my doors when my baby is in the garage. Again, you might as why? Well, because I’m a neurotic paranoid OCD freak. I have this idea that someone is going to break into my garage and hide in my car waiting for me to get in and then jump up from the backseat and slice my throat.

I already don’t even like going into my garage (and it’s a personal one car garage) because it’s small and cramp and it just feels dangerous, but enough about me. Well, enough about boring weird me… back to fun me.

I went to work out after work, even though I said I wouldn’t. I was walking out of the building, on my way home, and realized that if I didn’t work out I would just be sitting around waiting for Lynn to get off work at 6. That’s two hours to kill! I know what I’d do in those two hours… and that’s eat. I can’t do that! So I went to work out.

I didn’t do a full workout, but I still did a lot. Which reminds me! This morning Mr. Scale and I had an argument. He swore I weighed 180, and I swore I was more like 175. I don’t feel like 180. My clothes don’t fit like I’m 180, so he had to be wrong.

I was very disappointed with Mr. Scale and I walked out of the men’s room feeling so defeated. It’s not like Mr. Scale can lie, he’s one of those doctor kind of scales with the slide over weight thingies.

Then as I was walking down the hall, feeling like I was loosing my fitness battle, I realized something: I have been loosing weight in fat, but gaining weight in muscle. This is why my clothes are baggy and I’m not loosing weight. Dur. Sometimes I’m not that bright.

So I have decided I must stop weighing myself, or at least stop caring. As long as I can still fit in 32″ waist jeans (or less), then I should be happy. In fact, maybe I’ll start weighing myself and being depressed when I’m UNDER 180. We’ll see.

Ok, so Lynn called and we went to dinner at A La Carrera. I had my usual and it was so not my usual. If you’re going to go and change up stuff on the menu, you need to be informing people. Put one of those little starbursts next to the item with the text “new recipe” inside so that I can make an informed decision.

Do not, (I repeat, DO NOT) have my mouth watering for familiar flavors, only to have me disappointed when something strange crosses my tongue. No, that is not cool. It wasn’t even an acceptable change. I couldn’t even finish my cheese enchiladas because it was so nasty. I am not pleased.

On the plus side, that’s less heart clogging fat going into my body and I shouldn’t have been eating it anyways. So yay for bad food.

We went to the movies to see Raising Helen. Personally, that Kate Hudson works my last nerve, but whatever. I agreed because Lynn wanted to see it. Lucky for me, as I found out at the register, she also wanted to pay for me.

So the movie just plain sucked. I mean, it wasn’t like horrible, and it didn’t make me wish I had a plastic bad in which to suffocate myself, but it was bad. It was so totally unbelievable, completely predictable, and I’m convinced it was written, or influence, by one of those Christian Family Coalition group people things.

The moral of the story was that partying is fun and all, but it makes your life so empty and the only thing that can fill the void is settling down and raising children. As Joan Cusack’s character says, “Being a mom is the best job in the whole world.”

Yeah, uh-huh, whatever. Calm down with the message.

I did see some good previews, but like always, I can’t remember any of the names. The only thing I remember was seeing this super hottie in a preview for The Princess Diaries 2. His name is Chris Pine, and I don’t know much about him other than that he is the hotness.

He’s the one in the light shirt in the pic below.

Posted by Tomithey on Tuesday, June 1st, 2004 at 10:45 pm.