I am so bored right now. As much as I love looking up skiing stuff, I'm dying by not buying anything. I think I need to learn a little bit more about this sport if I'm to survive.

This I know: I need ski boots. They are expensive. I need ski bindings. They are expensive. I need a season pass. It is expensive.

I know what boots I want which are way too expensive. So I know what boots I'm most likely going to get. I have an idea about the bindings, but need a little input. Inspiration just kind of struck me for a moment. I'll have to talk to Jammin, but one of his friends (from whom I bought my first pair of skis is selling his new skis with way cool bindings. I don't need the skis (mine rock so much more) but the bindings...

Enough thinking. Thinking makes me use too many ellipse.

I thought the business trip was going to be hellish, but it wasn't. Surprise! It was actually kind of neat. Mostly I was dreading the other company screwing something up, but they didn't. It was a really nice place and they bent over backwards to accommodate us. I even received a Columbia jacket as a gift! Of course I made full use of my "customer card" to take everything that looked good from the vending machines. As I type, I'm snacking on some sour starbursts that traveled home with me. Tasty little buggers.

We were supposed to stay the night, but thoughts over overtime dollar signs flashed in our heads so we came home at 11:00 at night. Waking up this morning sucked, but money money! I would have been ok staying too. They were going to put us up in company owned apartment. Fireplaces and whirlpool tubs... I almost can't wait until next time. (I can totally wait.)

One of my bosses friends lives in that area, so when we had a free moment, we drove over there. She was such a lively and friendly person, it was awesome. She hugged me hello, offered me a root beer (frozen!), forced me to take a cookie (literally took my hand and put a cookie in it) and hugged me good bye. It was a good time with good conversation.

I missed the last softball game of the season. That sucked. They lost by a lot, but really only a little. We've played this team twice already and they pull the same shit every time. It was the 5 inning and the score was us 10; them 11. They stopped swinging and walked in 9 more runs. So freaking lame. Next year, we'll have two pitchers so I'm hoping we can put a stop to that lame-o kind of winning.

On the road again... Today I leave. I'm going to some small rinky-dink town near Fond du Lac. It's a "business trip". I wouldn't call it a business trip, because it doesn't seem like typical business, nor would I consider it fun like a trip should be. This should be called a forced-overnight-absence-from-home-to-work-on-things-that-cannot-be-accomplished-at-the-office. I'm going to miss the last softball game of the season. Lame-O.

However, my boss isn't feeling well. So I don't know when we'll be leaving.

Last night I received some strange text messages from Billium (my sister's ex/current/I have no idea what is going on between them) reading:

1) Dr Mario Nation
2) holly jelly beans to the beaner mobile

Odd to say the least. The only thing I can guess is that he was high. Which I hope not, seeing as he quit when my sister dumped him. Or whatever she did.

There are so many things going on. Softball was supposed to be over. Trap shooting was supposed to be over. But they're not! It's the last week for both and I'm going to miss them, but I miss chilling out at home too.

Update: I'm not leaving today, I'm leaving tomorrow. Yay! I can watch six feet with kp!

How am I still gaining weight? Honestly, this is so killing me. Add in some stomach cramp type things and everything just sucks. If I breathe too deep, it hurts. If I move the wrong way, it hurts. Right now I feel kind of hungry, but I can't eat or it'll hurt. I don't know what is happening, but it's the defination of a stomachACHE.

But now I have to lose 16.5 lbs. Only a half pound, but still. This sucks.

This weekend Jammin and I are going on a picnic. I want to pack healthy food and hike to find a nice spot. I'm not much of a hiker, but it seems like fun. The original plan was to go to Kenosha and check out the jelly belly factory... but my parents are going to be out of state so I have to watch their dog.

Ow. I still hurt.

In an effort to lose weight, I'm actually putting forth effort. Crazy isn't it? Well, my somewhat effort worked, until it stopped working. Uh huh.

On my half hour work-out break (my job rocks sometimes), I alternated between the stationary bike (I was reading fat cyclist earlier), the stair stepper and stretching. My body hurts from softball last night so I didn't want to push it too hard. I may have. I'll stretch more tonight and hopefully get another work out later with Jammin.

Also, I started a food diary. I can't tell you how incredibly middle aged I feel doing it, but if it helps. It actually already has helped. I was going to eat some chocolate, but then stopped because I would have to write it down. Proof that I couldn't control boredom eating. Well, mutha trukas, I can.

Tonight, I have to go to my parent's and see about taking my bike home with me. Maybe even con them into letting Jammin use one of their old ones. We could bike together, how cute!

To get to my goal weight, I have to lose 16 lbs. I can't tell you how depressing it is that two short little weeks ago, I could have said 9lbs. That's prolly what this is really about. The backslide.

It just pisses me off. I don't drink soda, I don't eat much fast food, I love pizza but haven't been eating that. I don't sit around all the time, most of the time, sure fine whatever, but I'm active. Why is this so hard to do?

We got our asses beat in softball last night.

It's tourney time. We started off ok. When the #1 seeded team forfeited to us. We are the Champions! But then we had to actually play a game three hours later. My team of Masterbatters totally bombed. Our fielding normally rocks. But last night, we had so many errors, I lost count. People were getting overexcited and just throwing shit around. We were losing 29 to 1 by the fifth inning. Ouch indeed. But we rallied. We got completely around the lineup and changed the score to 29 to 9. It's ridiculous. I didn't even stick around to see who was going to show up. I know, great manager skills. But I was tired and about ready to cry. I spent the game running around the infield backing up every base and covering home. Pitching sucks. We play next week at 7:30 and I'm not sure if we're going to have enough people to play. I may not be able to be there because of work. Stupid overnight trips. Pity. We've improved so much over the year, I just really wanted to show it off.

In other news, the situation my old roommate/best friend have with our old landlord may get resolved in court. You can't charge us a half months rent because you couldn't rent the place out. You can't charge us for painting the walls because that is your responsibility after everytime someone moves out. You can't charge us for carpet cleaning when it wasn't specified before we moved in. Or we have 14 days to adjust to new rules...but you never supplied us new rules.

People piss me off.

Well, happy fuckin day.