Projects in the Works

It's Thursday. Yes it is. Thank God! So, I was in a real funk the last two days but I'm doing better today. Once in a while it is ok to be a grumpy bear. I remember when I was 15 and pretty hormonal and my mother told me to "Cheer the feck up!" and responded melodramatically "But Mama, I am in the mood to be depressed." (I didn't say Mama, I just think it sounds better in this story.) On that day I felt I needed to wallow in misery. Perhaps a little too emo-y but whatever. We're allowed to be in bad moods sometimes. You can't be peppy and happy all the time and if you are then you are whack. One thing my mother would always say was "Without the downs, how can you possibly have the ups?" Simple but true. Deep, Mama, deep.

I'm on operation "fit into my wedding dress again for the ball" after a few days of horrific eating. I've given up the hooch for a week and I aiming for some serious workouts in the next 3 and a half weeks. I'm like the European Kirstie Alley. Without the money and the great hair.. sigh. I figure if I buckle down and drop a few pounds I still won't fit in my dress and then the conversation will go like this:

Me: But I want a neeewww dress.
Husband: I thought you were going to wear your wedding dress.
Me: It doesn't fiiiiit.
Husband: How is this my problem?
Me: Um, it fits but I don't want to wear it again because it was such a special day and I want to preserve it for the future because I love you so much.
Husband: OK. You should get a new dress.

3 Days Later

Me: OK, it fits now. I need new shoes.
Husband: Wear the shoes from the wedding. You're wearing your dress anyway.
Me: But I don't want to wear them again because it was such a special day and I want to preserve them for the future because I love you so much.
Husband: OK. You should get new shoes.
Me: I think I need a new dress.

Yup. Sounds about right. He's a very very patient man. The weekend is shaping up to be a good one. Nothing's planned yet which is exciting. There are a ton of things to do! I have decided to enter a marketing competition at my company. Competition is being used very very loosely in this situation. It's more like "You got an idea for some paper? Give it." So yeah, that's the plan. I've always wanted to be in marketing. When I went back to school a few years ago that was my favourite topic. I excelled. And then I was unable to find a job due to my lack of experience so I focused all of my energy on papier mache and stalking people on Facebook. One day I'll be offered a dream marketing job and I'll be all like in a nice Chanel suit and holding a book deal and be like too sad too bad suckas. And I'll flick my hair over my shoulder and give a piercing stare with my one blue eye and my one green eye (thanks for genes folks!) and then say something like "I gotta catch the red eye. They're filming my screenplay." A girl can dream right? Right?

Once I get this company project done I'll send it off and await my prize of a digital camera or not and then send my parents the link saying I placed as runner up and they'll write back "Better luck next year!". OR, "Write your mother. She misses you." Let's get this day started and make it a good one. I'M SO HUNGRY!!

Kisses.