B*TCHFest is now in session!

Thank you! I'm 29 . He didn't leave because of my age, I'm pretty sure it was a combination of my weight struggles and the fact that coming home to a family and responsibility everyday wasn't any fun. But lil miss 21 is tons of fun with no responsibilities.

      .oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.Miranda.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.      

You really should make a what I hate about the world post, but it might be a lot shorter to write what I like about it.  Not much actually.  If I were god and I wish I were, I would change absolutely everything.  If I ever get my chance and there really is a god and I have about 10 seconds of his time before I go to hell I will let him know I volunteer to come back down here and fix whats ****** up.  I have my plan all set how I want to change everything.  Lets just say you can get the taste of meat out of your head, because no one is eating anything living and breathing ever again.  And thats just the beginning.  lol

Responsibilities are NEVER fun.

If you'll accept a bit of advice ... look for a man in love with his work.  For him , your ACCEPTING that is a HUGE positive ...  meanwhile he EARNS , supports you , you have your freedom , he has HIS   and both( or all three )  of you are secure and happy ... 

Going for my 3rd fill at 3:45, since being unfilled (up 22 lbs)....LORD HELP ME!!  

Old people driving and on the phone = GET OFF THE ROAD!!! 

Just noticed brown thread in the sleeves of my white sweater....WTF!! 

COME ON FRIDAY!!!

People trying to force crappy food on me.  I make enough bad decisions on my own, I get tired of refusing donuts and candy.  Especially since everyone in the office knows that I have had this surgery and what I have been through.

Offices  SUCK !!!!  that said  I'm RIDICULOUSLY  grateful  for pension  plans etc... 

Missing my son today, missed him yesterday will miss him tomorrow. Having him half way around the world is hard..........my pride in him is tremendous and I know he is happy, busy and living his dream by being a Marine Officer but I miss him.

Now that I know the date he is coming home for leave (June) seems so far away. It feels like when I knew I was going to have surgery but had to jump through insurance hoops for months. I knew the reward was there just had to get up and face each day while waiting.

Working every weekend when everyone else gets one off a month. It's because I never complain about it so he does the schedule that way. Now he is throwing in a Monday here and there. I hate working Mondays.

My son, who is just out of the Navy, please stop leaving messes in the kitchen, eating my food and not contributing a dime, using my debit card to take money out of my checking account, having me do your laundry, pay your cell phone bill, and your hospital bill.

The fact that I am weak and don't stand up for myself when I should. I mean I sent him to the store with my debit card for some diet caffeine free coke and he comes home with $68 in junk food and has drained my checking account. This caused my auto payments and a check I wrote to bounce at $30 a pop. WTF!!! Quit being selfish and grow up. Please.

The gal at work who doesn't believe deodorant is safe to use. You stink you nasty thing.

I'm tired of winter too. Go away already.

Heart attacks. They suck.

The fact that I work at a dump of a motel. Come on you raised the rates by 10-15 bucks? People laugh and leave. It's embarrassing.

I see that all of this is petty but, it feels good to say it. Thanks for the post every week.