Well, that's not fair. Maybe, just maybe I can scrimp and save and make it to one meellyon dollars (gotta say it evil).
BUT the point is - I have been writing. Doesn't seem to be funny, which is a shame as my other blog I've posited that it's a humor blog. I think you all know that my other blog is about dating and the absolute winners I find out there - plus some rants added in for spice (that is to say, no one. No one reads this blog so you - who don't exist - wouldn't know about my other blog because you don't exist.)
Wow! Look at that, I'm off topic again. Back on point: I have been writing. I have been doing what I have set out to do. And I believe that's a positive thing. I don't believe anyone is truly reading these and I had to re-arrange my twitter account(s) so that I could be more anonymous, but I did that and am putting pen to paper, or in my case fingers to keyboard, and sitting down and typing for more than five minutes. I am trying. I am doing away with any excuses that I come across and just doing it. The results are . . less than perfect but there are results.
That leads me to another thought. This blog was originally just stories and things that happened to me and then I tried to turn it into a weight loss blog, all the while crazy was being mixed in. So I guess I'll just write what I feel to get something on paper so to speak. It'll probably still be about crazy and weight loss and girly dumb thoughts, but it's my blog or diary so you don't have to read it. ! (heehee. you aren't.)
I am still trying my hand at weight loss using a new method that hopefully won't bankrupt me. I type this as I am eating a DQ Blizzard. Truly.
I am still trying to navigate small town politics and business and people and trying to get my business started. I am really in trouble on this one. I am hemorrhaging money. Dollars. American. It sucks.
I am still trying to work on my relationships including friends and family. This has been difficult.
Do you remember in Sixteen Candles when Molly Ringwald runs back in the church for her sister's veil and the crotchety organ player was walking down the aisle? Molly says she's getting her sister's veil - she was a little bit out of it. Crotchety woman's reply: Just a little bit. I feel like Molly - navigating the horror of high school and interpersonal relationships between family, friends and friends-not-so-much. Just a little bit. Give my underwear to a geek. Get to kiss the hottie at the end because I'm nice. Just a little bit. Do a little here. Do a little there.