When I realized that there were a bunch of ‘?’ in my post, I took them all out and tried to replace my entry w/ one lacking question marks. However, LiveJournal is having some technical difficulties and I can’t replace it. So, written below is the same entry, sans the question marks. Happy reading!

I was bummed about something so I ate a Zebra Cake and now I’m feeling guilty about it and wish that I was either bulimic so I could puke it back up, or that I could reverse time and make it so that I didn’t eat it. One look at me and you know I’m not bulimic, but unfortunately I have no time-traveling spells to cast either. Dammit. Maybe I’ll just drink an absurd amount of water to make up for it. Brilliant!

I finally filed my nails down a little bit and I’m typing w/ much greater ease than I was earlier in the day. Somewhat unprofessional, yes, but at least it gave me something to do to pass the time. Today is a day that Father Time forgot – he has decided against making an appearance and thus time is moving at an incredibly slow rate. I look at the clock on my phone for at least 115 seconds before the minute numeral decides to proceed. I would think that maybe the phone’s clock battery is dead, but the computer clock isn’t moving, either (nor is my watch or my cell phone clock), so that’s how I came to realize that Father Time just forgot about us. I guess he thinks he has more important things to do than keep an eye on Eastern Daylight Time.

Shel pays for me to eat at nearly every restaurant we visit, which makes me feel terribly guilty. Yes, it’s true that I’m pretty poor now because my savings account has been depleted, but I’m not destitute (yet). Regardless, he always pays for me and I greatly appreciate it. But last night we went to Damon’s – the closest restaurant that serves salmon – my new favorite food – and I was feeling especially stubborn and wouldn’t let Shel pay for me. So, instead of indulging in salmon, which would have put me back $15, I got the French Onion Soup, which was only $3. And, to be even more pigheaded, I got water to drink. I wouldn’t even let Shel buy me dessert, which he offered to do several times. He even offered to grab our waitress and make her put in an order for salmon, but I wouldn’t let him do that either. So now here I sit. It’s 2:06pm and I’m hungry because I’ve had neither a proper dinner nor a proper lunch. All because I’m stubborn. (The lunch thing is because I had to run some errands on my break.) But I have had a Zebra Cake. Silly, Ali. Next time the boy offers to buy me salmon, I’m going to take him up on it.


I was bummed about something so I ate a Zebra Cake and now I’m feeling guilty about it and wish that I was either bulimic so I could puke it back up, or that I could reverse time and make it so that I didn’t eat it. One look at me and you know I’m not bulimic, but unfortunately I have no time-traveling spells to cast either. Dammit. Maybe I’ll just drink an absurd amount of water to make up for it. Brilliant!

I finally filed my nails down a little bit and I’m typing w/ much greater ease than I was earlier in the day. Somewhat unprofessional, yes, but at least it gave me something to do to pass the time. Today is a day that Father Time forgot – he has decided against making an appearance and thus time is moving at an incredibly slow rate. I look at the clock on my phone for at least 115 seconds before the minute numeral decides to proceed. I would think that maybe the phone’s clock battery is dead, but the computer clock isn’t moving, either (nor is my watch or my cell phone clock), so that’s how I came to realize that Father Time just forgot about us. I guess he thinks he has more important things to do than keep an eye on Eastern Daylight Time.

Shel pays for me to eat at nearly every restaurant we visit, which makes me feel terribly guilty. Yes, it’s true that I’m pretty poor now because my savings account has been depleted, but I’m not destitute (yet). Regardless, he always pays for me and I greatly appreciate it. But last night we went to Damon’s – the closest restaurant that serves salmon – my new favorite food – and I was feeling especially stubborn and wouldn’t let Shel pay for me. So, instead of indulging in salmon, which would have put me back $15, I got the French Onion Soup, which was only $3. And, to be even more pigheaded, I got water to drink. I wouldn’t even let Shel buy me dessert, which he offered to do several times. He even offered to grab our waitress and make her put in an order for salmon, but I wouldn’t let him do that either. So now here I sit. It’s 2:06pm and I’m hungry because I’ve had neither a proper dinner nor a proper lunch. All because I’m stubborn. (The lunch thing is because I had to run some errands on my break.) But I have had a Zebra Cake. Silly, Ali. Next time the boy offers to buy me salmon, I’m going to take him up on it.


I need to file my nails, but I’m not sure where my trusty nail file is. Maybe I’ll grab a new one at Eckert. They’re 99 cents and last forever. Unless, of course, you lose them.

I basically slept all weekend. Turns out I have a bit of a sinus infection and my body was tired from trying to fight it off. I’ve got the whole post-nasal drip thing going on in the back of my throat, making it complicated to swallow and sleep properly. I’m not going to go into any more detail for fear of making you, the reader, sick to your stomach.

Yesterday Shel, Kate, Allan, Dan, Lara, Piper and Penny (and me) went to Lake Tillery and had a lot of fun despite my aforementioned sinus problems. Allan’s parents have a house on the lake, and they’re kind enough to let us play there. They also have two giant black lab siblings – Rascal and Rebel – who I absolutely, positively adore. I was happy just to sit on the dock and pet them all day. It was fun and relaxing on the boat, but I didn’t get in the water. I have a fear of being in water in which I cannot see what’s swimming beneath me. Maybe I’ve watched Jaws one too many times. But regardless, who wants something slimy brushing against their leg while not knowing what it is?? Not me! Also, just as Penny and Piper dove in the water, a piece of human excrement floated on by, which solidified my decision not to go in!! Uuuggghhh. I took a nice picture of it, though. Maybe I’ll put it online at some point.

I’m going to Philly on Thursday night – yay! I’m a bit nervous about my flight up there because of the two recent air disasters, but when it’s your time, I guess it’s your time. I’m going up there for Kristen’s bridal shower – fun, fun! I hope it’s special for her. I really, really do. I’ve got a lot to get done before I go up there, but Shel’s going to be gone on Wednesday, which should give me the time I need to get ready.

Speaking of Shel… on our anniversary we got our pictures taken in one of those photo booths in the mall for the first time. It spit out this index card sized things full of four pictures of us, and it’s now sitting beneath my monitor at work. So if I move my eyes down just the slightest bit, I see my sweetheart smiling at me. It’s nice.

Alrightie, I guess I’ll wrap this up now.

Later, yo.


I haven’t updated this in a long time. I’m very tired and getting ready to lay in bed and watch the duration of the Steelers/Eagles pre-season game. I’m happy that it’s football season again. It means that my weekends will be more entertaining and my relationship w/ Shel will be better. Virtually the only thing Shel and I have in common is football. It’s pretty pathetic, but we make it work.

Speaking of making it work, Shel and I celebrated anniversary #3 last week – yay us! He was somewhat romantic and surprised me w/ a dinner at PF Chang’s, a gift certificate for a bookstore and tickets to the Coldplay concert. Score!

Work is going really, really well. Sometimes when I walk down the hall to my office, I’m still shocked that things worked out for me. I’m shocked and grateful.

Ummm…. what else? I’m feeling fat and need to make some life changes. Basically I need to stop eating so damn much sugar and I need to be less of a sloth. Those are my goals. I think that if I can reach them, I’ll have a much healthier self-image and a much nicer body. Sooooo, we shall see what happens.

I guess that’s it. I’m really tired so I most likely won’t make it till the end of the game, but oh well. It’s just pre-season. The good stuff’s coming in a few weeks… (happy, happy, joy, joy!)