No.

I think I’m getting better at saying “no”.  There is an open house at my new job (at night) while I am on leave for the wedding, and I was nervous to say “no”.  But I did, and no one cared.  Seriously, no one cared AT ALL.  Sometimes my worrying is just too silly.

Bad Hipster Homeowner. Bad.

Hey, ya’ll.

I started a new job this week.  It’s pretty awesome.  I don’t feel like I’m going to vomit from worry, which is how I felt for approximately 5 years constantly, at my old job.  I don’t know what to say except- I am so happy.  I have NEVER been happy at my job.  I am tired, but it’s a good tired, a “I worked hard” tired, not a “oh s—” tired.

I’ve been a bad blogger.  But I will get back to it.

List to do (25 days out):

1.  Take vases to new florist

2.  Menu/Placecards

3.  Programs (printed, but need to be cut in half)

4.  Write Vows

5.  Definitive music for Cocktails/Dinner/Dancing

6.  Out of Town Bags

7.  marriage License

8.  Seating Charts (I will never finish this because my mother started inviting more people)

9.  Honeymoon

The Week in Numbers

Time it took me to get home Friday after work                20 minutes (v. good)

Number of handouts I made for my classroom                23

Number of hours I was at work on Wed                                11.5

Number of questions I answered for new teachers         569

Number of Xanex it took to get me through the week    2 (v. good)

Glasses of Wine                                                                                9

Number of workouts                                                                     4 (n. bad)

Number of days off this weekend                                             3

Level of worry from 1-10 about B’s bachelor party          6

Number of vendors fired                                                             2

Number of new vendors hired                                                   2

Level of confidence in said vendors                                         10

total:   661.5

Update from my lovely vendor

Oh, an email from the guy who wants to raise the prices even though we have a contract:

Hi Anne,
I sent you an email a few days ago regarding cost. I’d give you a call but don’t have your number in my records.
Give me a call soon as you can so we can sort this out.

cheers,
Steve

Big surprise, Steve. You are so professional, I can see why you don’t even have my number on file.
I’m going to make you squirm for a few more days before I ask for my money back.

Cheers!

Anne

Identity

No, this isn’t a post on losing your identity when you get married.

Someone really stole my identity, and it’s stressing me out.  There is a block on my credit (which I implemented), but in the week before this jerkface was caught, he/she/it attempted to open a credit card with every company imaginable.  With my social security number and a close address to my own.  So I am receiving calls from companies and mail from companies, and paperwork to fill out from companies.

Because this ahole took the time to fill out extra paperwork for fraud protection?  Really?  So far, he/she/it was only able to open one card, where they charged 800.00 to Bloomingdale’s, and took out about $2,000 in cash.  I was told I wasn’t responsible for the payments, but I had to fill out paperwork to prove it.  Where they asked me how the thief got my info.  Did I lose my social security card?  drivers license?  Passport?  Oh yeah, i did, I dropped it on the ground and didn’t feel like;

1.  Reporting it

2.  Picking it up.

This is just too much for me to handle.  I also am being challenged by my insurance for the physical therapy I have been going to.  They are “investigating” the incident, (where I pulled a muscle) and sent me a certified letter from an attorney.

Blerg.

How much longer?

I work here for 4 more days,
28 more hours,
1680 more minutes.

Please let me get through this.

Just one of those days.

It’s raining

My toilet overflowed

I’m sweating

I don’t feel well

I have to work out with my trainer tonight

There is no food in our house

We need new window shades

The cat woke me up at 5am

Too much to do.

Off the Wagon

I’m so depressed.  I am totally off the wagon when it comes to diet and excercise. 

I was doing so well just 2 weeks ago, but I am scared to get on the scale.  My pants aren’t as loose as they once were.

I am scared that I won’t be able to fit into my wedding dress when it comes it.  Terrified.

And the stress of changing jobs and the end of the school year isn’t helping.  And having our floors refinished isn’t helping either, because we had to eat everything to clean out the refrigerator.

Here’s the new workout schedule:

Monday: 30 Day Shred

Tuesday:  Class, no workout

Wednesday: Work out with Chrissy, my fantastic trainer

Thursday:  Run at the gym

Friday:  30 Day Shred

Diet: 1500 Calories a day.

Goal: Lose 5 lbs to look good for Beck’s wedding, May 24 (2 weeks away!)

Cabo Prep

6 days people.  I need to lose 3.5-5 lbs before we leave in 6 days.

Here is my emergency diet plan:

7am Breakfast:  Special K Waffle with Peanut Butter     200 calories

Coffee with sugar-free creamer                                    25 calories

10am Snack:  Light Yogurt                                                         70 calories

12pm Lunch:  Soup at Hand Chicken and Stars                  70 calories

3pm Snack:  Almonds and Cranberries trail mix             200 calories

6pm Dinner:  Lean Cuisine Entree                                          350 calories

8pm Dessert:  Ice cream sandwich                                         150 calories

Total                                                                                                  1065 calories

Do you think I can do it?  It’s only 6 days.

I think the hardest part will be the evening.  I always want a glass of wine in the pm.

I have been searching for a word

I feel disenfranchised. That’s it.

Source.