May 04, 2007

I am really getting tired of my non-paying buddies getting locked out of updating at Diaryland. And it doesn't help that Andrew hasn't updated the News to let us know what in the hell is up.

I've sent e-mails expressing that as a double-paying customer (logic and lite) I'm peeved because I not only want to update, I want to read updates of others.

I don't think I'll be paying for a diary here anymore once my time is up. Diaryland's manipulation and lack of communication has left a bad taste in my mouth. And I don't like things that taste bad.

I like John's suggestion for wordpress. Mostly because I'm assuming that if I start a diary there, I'll write as well as John does.

I've already grabbed kitchenlogic over there and will let you know when I've officially moved. Which might not be until my Diaryland accounts are gone or unless Diaryland just up and dies, which it could. You just never know.

Okay. Enough about Diaryland. Let's focus on me.

People. Eyes on me.

Thank you.

Cymbalta is stronger than Peanut Butter M&Ms.

I tested this yesterday when I went to pick up a prescription at the drug store. I grabbed a whole bunch of candy bars and bags of M&Ms. Peanut Butter being my favorite. Ogre sized. Well, Medium sized bag of Ogre sized M&Ms.

I wanted to see how strong my obsession with food was. And while I was back at that bag more than a person really should be, I still have a whole lot of that bag left for the weekend. And I also lost another pound yesterday. Bringing my Cymbalta weight loss total to 5 pounds. Without dieting. And without obsessing over food. Just eating what I want to eat and when I want to eat. Which, fortunately means 3 meals a day and a couple of snacks. Vs. 3 meals a day and a whole bunch of snacks.

Go Drugs!

Yesterday afternoon my youngest son came out of the den and said "Mom, I want to apply for a job at *a pizza place*". So I agreed that that would be a good idea, seeing as how they are hiring 15 year olds (which he'll be in less than a month).

"Mom. I want to go now."

Said the 14 year old while his non-working 17 year old brother sat in his room. Not looking for a job.

He got changed into something a little more employment-seeking appropriate. I drove him to the pizza place, he went inside and came back out with a job application.

He's a go-getter, my little bug of a boy.

Here's hoping he'll rub off on the older sibling.

On the salsa front. No more recipes, please! I appreciate them. You know I do. But I already make a wicked salsa (that Thor doesn't like). You are all awfully nice. Unfortunately, I'm married to a salsa baby who will is hard to satisfy salsa-wise. He didn't even open one of the containers of salsa my seestor brought over. He's afraid of more salsa disappointment and frankly, I'm sick of his salsa baby ways!

Before I go: If you've jumped off the Diaryland ship, send me your new location and I'll work up a special section for ex-Diarylanders over there on the right column.

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