so I'm a creepster

But I had to document my neighbor's making a full blown gym in their front yard last weekend. Considering our yards are the size of postage stamps it was fairly ridiculous. As if it wasn't bad enough seeing all of the squats and lunges... See that blue scooter on the middle of the sidewalk? They were laying with it on their stomachs and propelling themselves along like beached whales.

Isaac and I spied on them and mocked them for the whole two hours or so they were out there (and yes, I realize I will probably be going straight to hell, since the last time I did a lunge was probably over a year ago).

thank goodness

And a Friday. =)

Something like that anyways.

Mid-May I am making my escape.

Isaac and I are going here:

and here:
and staying here: I've got to get a change of scenery and a few days off of work or I am going to lose it. Go big or go home, right?

blah

I'm uninspired to blog lately.
I feel extra chubby. Which makes me feel ashamed and gross. Which makes me feel depressed. Which makes me want to eat.
I'm dealing with a huge workload and several extremely stressful work situations. I'm struggling with leaving work at work emotionally and in terms of workload. I'm trying to set better boundaries with it.
I can't decide if my new jeans are really comfortable or if they are "mom jeans". I can't believe I might be old enough to accidently buy mom jeans. If this is the case, someone please do an intervention.
My old nieghbor called me up and gave me two huge bags of brand name clothes and shoes in fabulous condition. This woman has clothed Isaac since he was a baby. I'm so lucky.
She lives right across the street from my old house. I wonder if I will ever be able to drive past it without welling up with tears that someone else is in MY house.
They cancelled the early dismissal the kids were supposed to have Friday.
My house is in a perpetual state of CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome). It's getting really embarassing. I'm staying on top of the dishes and that's about it.
As we speak PDH is at the Bon Jovi Concert that I bought tickets for us Christmas. I lost custody of my ticket when I iniated the break-up. I had been looking forward to that concert for, literally, months. But I wasn't about to shell out more money for more tickets. Grrrr....

At least spring break is next week!!!

I can't stop listening to this...

It's fabulous

shout out

to my faithful reader in Chambersburg PA! I don't have any idea who you are, but I see you reading all the time. I'm glad there is something here that keeps you coming back, whatever that may be.

Also, a big hello to my European reader who googles me by (blog) name.

I'm so humbled that you guys are reading (whoever you are) that I thought you deserved your own post!

(Also, I am trying to avoid going to sleep, because if I stay awake it's still the weekend, but if I go to sleep, it's Monday... booo...)

ugh

Online dating sites are a complete waste of time and money. The Mormony ones especially make me a bit nauseous. I don't want to check a box that qualifies my church attendance (although I did giggle at one that said "I go as long as it's after 9:00"). I feel like all of the guys on there are soooooooo old. Ones screenname was "Newwidower". And then there is the man with the handlebar mustache... Not sexy... I don't want you to "wink" at me. Oh and this statement is a real winner too "I was looking for a new cell phone. Just got that, now I'm looking for a wife". *Gag* Maybe I'll just buy another cat.