What is that now, four or five times?

http://www.rangers.premiumtv.co.uk/page/Match/MatchReport/0,,5,00.html

Hullo! Hullo! We are the billy boys!
D.

I Hate Outlook.

Outlook may very well be the worst email program ever invented. The idea behind it is brilliant, but it has never been a cooperative program for me. In the years that I have tried to use it, and its various versions, I just end out wanting to stab someone or something. I'm done reconfiguring POP3/smtp settings. Nothing ever syncs correctly with it, and it pisses me off. It's a terrible, poorly designed waste of 4KB.
D.

Thank you Anonymous

Since we started posting our blog we have relished in the many comments placed here by our family, friends and co-workers. We thoroughly enjoy most of the comments, as they make us feel like someone cares what we are saying. Thank you to all of our "critics", your comments are well meaning, often funny and worthwhile.



And then came Anonymous.

I don't know who you are, but let me be the first to say, thank you for judging me, my relationship, my eating habits and everything in between. Thank you for going out of your way to help me realize I am a horrible person. Here's to you Anonymous!





In November, when we posted a blog which posed the question of why we feel boring when we get older, you kindly added:

Anonymous said...
-D- I really think everything you say is so interesting. so tell me what is your perspective on life, youth, young adulthood, adulthood, love, hate etc..? why so pessimistic.. what got you to that point...







when I wrote a humorous story about our haunted apartment you had only the best to say:

Anonymous said...
Maybe its your relationship that is causing all the problems and you are trying to blame something else....



And, then you were gone, until we got this lovely gem:

Anonymous said...
if you really want to be skinny mini then you have to learn self control like getting rid of snickers or tim hortons while you sitting on your butt all day its just common sense!!





Thank you Anonymous for consistently making me feel like a horrible person. Apparently I am not nearly as interesting as D., my relationship is in a shambles and I'm a fat moron who has no self control. ( p.s. no one ever mentioned Tim Hortons in the blog) Thank you for making me realize how truly horrible I am. Please continue to comment Anonymous, and do not let my feelings persuade you to be subtle. Please continue to state your opinions, I just ask that you leave us some small clue to your identity.
A.

Happy Feet

Wake Up

As any typical office cohabitant, I sit at my desk typing feverishly for the majority of the day, with small breaks here and there to answer the phone, yell at an intern or participate in some sort of meeting. And, just like the my cohabitants and every other slave to society stuck behind a desk for 8 hours a day, two things happen in the late afternoon. I get very hungry, and very very tired. It is usually about this time that I send whichever intern has managed to annoy me the most to the local Starbucks for my 2nd helping of a venti white chocolate mocha. Yes, I drink two of those huge, energy boosting, caffeine-sugar hybrid, girly, horribly cliche $5 drinks a day ( and I don't even like Starbucks.. but that's another blog).

This particular week, I have been unusually exhausted anyway, with my travels to Tampa ( again another blog) and the Apartment Search ( another blog, but will be written once the stress is relieved and I am no longer angry), so by the time late afternoon rolled around today, I was about ready to pass out on my desk. I lazily finished up some typing, and considered my options. I could steal a few minutes of shut eye by sitting in the restroom, or I could send my least favorite intern to Starbucks, or, I could run downstairs and buy a Mt. Dew. I opted for Mt. Dew, and while I was there I came upon something new. A limited edition Snickers bar, containing, ( as I thanked the heavens above) caffeine.

Now, this snickers seemed a. a godsend, and b. suspicious. I felt as though I was a lab rat, being trying out some new drug. I didn't know what to expect. So, I ate it. It tasted sort of "off" meaning that it tasted as a snickers should, but also, somehow strange, like how aspirin tastes if you accidentally get some stuck to your tongue before you swallow it ( or God forbid, chew it up). I was expecting chocolaty goodness, with an added kick, and ended up tasting something like chemicals adhering to the roof of my mouth.

Maybe I was just making this up in my mind, since I was pretending I was trying a new drug, so, to calm my fears that I just ingested a toxic chemical based substance disguised as chocolate, I turned to the Internet. Where I found: http://www.typetive.com/candyblog/item/snickers_charged/. At least the aftertaste was normal, and I wasn't the only one who has dealt with it, and I began to release my fear that I had accidentally poisoned myself.

As for the added kick I was hoping for in order to get through the rest of my work day and the long evening apartment searching I had planned, I do feel more alert, though, somewhat anxious.

For the future, I think I prefer my snickers in the sleepy version.
A.

Skinny Mini

Everyone wants to be thin. It seems the new code for " I want to be skinny so people think I'm attractive" is " I need to live a more healthy lifestyle".

Well, congratulations to all of you who can successfully diet, exercise and deprive yourselves of the foods you love. I am proud of each of you and the amounts of weight you have lost. I envy your will power and determination. I desperately want to be thin also. However, I also want to eat chili cheese fries, onion rings and chocolate, while sipping a 44 oz Mt. Dew.

Eventually I hope to either go back to the gym, or purchase an elliptical machine for my home. I do truly enjoy the machine and it would be nice to feel like I am putting some effort into my health, and be able to stand seeing myself in the mirror, but I will never give up foods I love. I just cannot do it. I want to live my life, and enjoy it. Perhaps I will never be the supermodel the rest of you will be, but I refuse to deprive myself of the things I truly love. And, if you know me at all, you know I LOVE good food.

If only there were a way which didn't require major surgery or effort to have both. Sigh.
A.