Well guys, my year of 37 has officially ended. I had a goal to blog every day with a picture I took. I blogged 74 times and sometimes with a photo. I did not meet any one romantically. I barely met anyone at all. I started a new project in my city that is giving me the most stress ever. I’ve got a crush I can’t get out of my brain. I weigh more, my fine lines are showing but guys are still shocked when I tell them my real age… as in legit and almost disgusted shock lol.

I got to travel and see states/National Parks last year that I’ve been wanting to. That was the best part about being 37.

This year, the year of 38. My goal is to blog more. Complain less. Lose weight, exercise and get healthy! Find a relationship and be happier. Stress less. Live my life more rather than live for my job- currently I haven’t been able to do that. Keep a clean house. That’s going to be tough! Have a veggie garden this year. Grow a pumpkin for a jack o lantern.

I’m keeping this blog. It’s the year of 37 but ladies don’t like to tell their real age anyway right?

Here’s to a New Year, new resolutions, a new life path.


Hair: how I loathe thee

Featured photo: the second to last hair from my chin on a wax strip

Hair. Women should have big, sleek, shiny, healthy, permed, straightened, curled, tousled, up-do, down, full, dyed, natural hair on their heads.

I wash, condition, brush and air dry my hair, then I forget about it for the day. At times I notice I shed on myself and will pick my own hair off my sweater throughout the day. Sometimes I run my fingers through it but to be honest I don’t even know the last time it was cut. I recall my hair stylist was out of the salon for maternity leave, and I sat with someone else. I think that kid is one year old already.

On the other hand, women should pluck, trim, wax, thread, shave, laser or chemically remove hair from every other inch of their bodies except their head.

I myself am guilty of this unnatural course of modern day oppression and unattainable sense of beauty. The hair just keeps coming back and growing longer, darker and in more places other than my scalp as I age.

Have you ever looked at the underside of your chin? Besides the fat roll you may achieve when you look down? I mean the total underside of your chin?

I haven’t either but I’m making a point I’ll get back to.

One day, years ago, I caught my reflection in the daylight. I noticed the sun gleaming off of a very long hair that was attached to the underside of my chin. WTF! How is this possible? I asked my current boyfriend to pluck it but he refused. Granted this was years before, he is currently my ex, I wonder why?

Regardless the tweezers came out and see ya later sucker! No welcome mat for you here.

More kept popping up and it occurred to me I need to embrace either; you have old lady chin hair or pretend no one noticed, and love your life.

I tried to live but I just ended up stroking the hair on my chin. Fucking weird I know. I’ve used a small electric trimmer but they come back so quickly.

I started using small facial wax strips but considering I don’t know where these little bastard hairs are, it’s difficult to know where to put these wax strips. I got three long hairs after multiple attempts while ripping my flesh away.

Finally I took a bikini zone wax strip which is almost the size of my under-chin and ripped some fresh hot skin cells away yet again. With it the single bastard hair I had been waiting for.

The amount of joy and pride I felt was extremely ridiculous considering I was fighting nature. We fight wrinkles and sags and bags and grey hairs and fat cells and single hairs. All which are natural. All that we aren’t going to get rid of, your hair will grow out of the dye, the fat cell continues to be, though it may shrink or expand, the hair under my chin will continue to grow until I think about ripping it from its socket in a violet way again.

Why do we do this? Because humans are a silly vain species. I am very much a human.

Diet day 3

Wednesday: I haven’t dieted since lunch on Monday… but hey it was a great thought.

Monday I was so good. I brought my food to work with me. I ate it though I can’t say I enjoyed it. I had good intentions then co-workers happened.

It’s rare that I am around co-workers. I am a Manager of other companies, not my own employees. I manage projects, I manage other companies, I just don’t manage employees. So, I never see people from my company except if they are mechanics, but then we are still from a different branch of the company; while I am their superior, we aren’t exactly co-workers either? Its confusing.

This week two sales guys, my superior (but not my boss, again confusing!) and a field expert were in town. We went out Monday night and had a night on the booze. Diet day 1 fail.

Tuesday I was slightly hung over and got a sandwich for breakfast, then lunch with co-workers, then dinner with co-workers. Today was Valentines day and Fuck being alone! I got lunch with my intern, then talked the field expert and my lighting guy out to dinner. Happy V-day to me – paid for by work. Diet day 2 and 3 – BUST!

My stomach is very large right now. I feel more full than I should with all meals being eaten out and to my breaking point for about 2 weeks now.

I have my nutrisystem – I even ate something for breakfast today but I keep eating out – and not healthy mind you! Friday night is the dog sled races and Saturday is my bday. I’d like to do something fun! Currently being able to sleep in and clean my house sound like better ideas though.

Tomorrow I’m going to attempt the diet – but not the turbo week – I’m going to save that for my second week. This week is so jacked already and you’re not supposed to eat out at all the first week. I believe after the first week you can exchange a meal here or there.

Also I am kind of excited to not being eating out or buying food for a bit. I’d really like to pay down some credit cards that are racking up again. Amazon is at $1000, Best Buy is just under $2,000 and I just spent $1,000 on my car repairs on a credit card. Every month I over withdraw and my savings account is shrinking which makes me very nervous. If I can keep my savings without an overdraft and pay down the credit cards – it will help. But $4,000 is going to take some time. Also the student loans and mortgage. My plan was to snowball all my accounts and be paying double on my car payment to get rid of that but these damn credit cards keep piling up. It’s my own fault. I have 4 items in my Amazon shopping cart that I have refused to hit send. Just one hormonal click away of more things I can’t afford.

If I could only curb my spending and eating – but then what will I spend my time doing?!? (that is sarcasm as my job is stressing me to the maximum currently)

Lets see what happens. The sales people are gone, the lighting guy leaves tomorrow and my supervisor left today. No one but the water guy to go out with tomorrow and guess what – I’m not going out with him.

Let’s see how a full day of dieting works for me tomorrow. God save us all.

Diet. Day 1

Featured photo: my breakfast with a computer mouse for size.

Nutrisystem Turbo week. Day 1. For the next 7 days I’ll only be allowed 1000 calories per day. Basically starve yourself for 1 week and notice results! Shocking. Sigh.

I can eat some veggies. God save me.

So far I’m 30 minutes in with no complaints. Let’s see where it gets me. I still have black coffee and my water bottle so life isn’t all bad. To be fair the muffin was tasty, dense and again, no complaints. Meal 1- sufficient.

I packed a loaded baked potato bowl and turbo bar and shake. I’m keeping those to sustain me through the later hours. I assume I’ll be cranky as my body realizes I’m not just stressed, I’m abusing it on purpose.

Stay tuned. #stillhopefull. 😉

A diet for 38

Featured Photo: sunset in the rear view mirror

I haven’t been dieting or exercising and shocker… I haven’t been losing weight.

I hate myself in photos. I get anxiety thinking about dating. I’m terrified of becoming diabetic or having a heart attack and lets be real, what is the solution to most of these issues? Lose weight.

I’m 5’9″ and curvey af. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m almost 250 lbs.

I thought I was fat in high school at 160. I thought I was fat in college at 200. Now I just need to realize I’m god damn obese and need to knock this shit out.

I’ve joined the gym and not gone, I’ve joined weight watchers, lost almost 20 lbs then quit. I started Slim Fast, almost lost 15 then quit. I’ve joined yoga and not gone. I’ve made every excuse and failed to accept reality. Im lazy and without motivation.

So I’ve turned to Nutrisystem. I paid $300 for a month of pre-made meals. I can’t get take-out cuz Ill have a meal at home. I can’t say I’m too tired to cook or without time, they are already made. I can’t whine about not eating lunch since I can bring it with me. How can I fuck this up?

Well. My birthday is this weekend.

But beyond that. I better fucking eat this food for the next damn month and save some money on not eating out.

I just need to buy some veggies. Do-able right?

The portions are TINY. I just spent the weekend with friends and I ate each day til my belly hurt then still said yes to any food put in front of me.

I’m coming off of a food binge so I’m curious how my body will react to the snack size portions.

The year of 37 is almost coming to a close. Less than a week. I decided to keep this blog going, just mention that it’s a year extended.

Let’s see how cranky I can get with this new diet. 🙃

Friends sex and relationships

I hate talking about sex with my friends. I’m a private person and I enjoy my privacy. I also believe in sex with relationships. I’ve had a few one night stands and I haven’t enjoyed them. I’d rather make love than get fucked.

My friends instead talk about men based on the size of their dicks rather than the size of their brain or heart. In the construction world I fight to be judged on the size of my brain rather than the size of my tits. Perhaps this is what they don’t understand.

This weekend my friend had to mention several times about the size of her husbands penis. In front of him, in a restaurant with another friend at the table. Then he asked me if I wanted to know more about it. This wasn’t part of the conversation or like they are swingers or a joke. It was, my husbands dick is huge. Everyone needs to know.


Then, while I’d appreciate a girls weekend, my friend took over my tinder to find me a man. Mind you I’m visiting 6 hours away from where I live.

She was upset I was honest and told him I was only in town for the weekend. She wanted us to hang out with him last night. Am I wrong for being mad? I wanted to see my friends, not go on a date with a dude. Especially not a group date of my friends with him. How awkward.

The one piece I realize I’ve been holding back from my friends. I’m terrified of being abused again. I’m terrified of dating. I’m slightly scared of sex. My ex hurt me mentally. He didn’t beat me or molest me but he made me feel dirty, wrong and bad about sex. He made me feel stupid and useless as a person. It’s taken me longer to admit that and you can’t quite solve a problem you don’t know existed. Harder to explain to your friends why you don’t want to date yet still feel lonely. Even more so you don’t care to talk about sex or enjoy it casually after all that.

I realized it this morning. While asleep on the couch. I realized why I’m obsessed with electron. He told me he thought I was smart and beautiful. Something I craved to hear from my ex but never got. I feel safe with him but only because he was able to crack my shell with the words I’ve longed for, for years. I don’t know him, he just got out of jail and rehab and yet he’s the person I’d hand my life to and ask him to save me, while I build a bunker between my friends who don’t seem to understand me anymore.

I think I may need to go back to a therapist. But at least I’m getting down to the root of the problem.

The Doc and the shop

I always feel like a hypochondriac when I go to the doc. I usually go at best twice a year to the doctor, so when I do I want to issue every concern I have- I mean I don’t want to come back.

I’m the same way about my car. I used to travel every week making car maintenance very tough. Hard enough to find the time for multiple quotes let alone to drop it off and pray I get a loaner. Now I schedule 1 day and ask for the world.

Am I getting ripped off? Calling wolf? Maybe. Do I feel like no one is taking me seriously, yea. But at least I can’t say, fuck I wish I would have had that checked earlier…

I got a girly exam, tho insurance companies now say you only need to do it once every 3 years, the fact that I’ve already had to have pre-cancerous cells removed from my girl bits tells me- fuck you insurance, I want a doc to stick their finger up there and tell me it’s all ok regardless. So, first thing this morning, do you know you had one last year? Yes bitch! You think I can’t remember a year ago? F off!

Next, I want blood work. Check things! Ok. I don’t know for what but I get blood drawn. And do I want a flu shot? Of course I do! Also, let me tell you about the Charlie Horse I had last month… is my muscle torn, so you think it was a clot…. am I dead?

Ok I didn’t ask if I was dead. But… I understand how the doc is prolly like, this bish is cray.. but are you sure you did a throughout breast exam? These Breast cancers can escalate quickly and I’m not planning on coming back anytime soon!

I dropped my car off at the dealership for a break job. I never asked to look, they just replaced pads and routers. Then again it was 86,700 miles on one set of pads. Pretty damn good!

I also got a wheel alignment, balance and rotation, new battery… you know just do it all. Then my headlights were dim and I got nervous my bulbs were dying. Nope, just the “running lights”. Ok.

$1000 later my car should be good for another couple Thousand miles. I’m leaving for Madison tomorrow but instead of cleaning or packing… I took a 2 hour bath.

Worth it.

Now I must sleep… sigh.

Another Tuesday

Somehow it’s February. My resolutions are all but shattered remnants of hopes and dreams. My crush is back and that’s given me a hope and good thoughts of a clean slate with just enough lack in faith to fall into old ruts.

The house is dirty, my car is a mess, I haven’t worked out and I ate guacamole and bacon for dinner tonight. I signed up for Nutrisystem. They send me food and I don’t bother with shopping or cooking. Let’s recap, I made guacamole and microwaved bacon for dinner. I haven’t gotten any do I don’t know if it’s good yet.

The crush is in town tomorrow night. He’ll be around Thursday. Told me today he’d be in town for a week, but I’m leaving. Fate- you evil bitch.

Granted who’s to say we would even see each other potentially this weekend but you can’t see each other if you aren’t in the same town. Insert frowny face.

It’s all I’ve got right now. But at least I can look forward to a weekend with friends. That will be exciting.

No sleep thoughts

Over the weekend I thought about my crush. Last I heard from him he thought about coming back this week. He had planned to see me again before he left on Friday.

He couldn’t come back to the office on Friday, and as of Monday there were no plans to come back this week.

While this shouldn’t be any sign of something wrong, I tend to assume the worst. In a study I read, women’s brains typically over analyzed situations and took the blame upon themselves regardless of the situation. I am a statistic in this exact case.

On Monday there were things happening that were not part of my project but affected my subcontractor. The customer explained the situation with more details than I truly needed to know. I called the sub, my crush, and gave him the same details. He got pretty upset, rightfully so as he was being blamed for something pretty awful. He texted me afterwards but that was our last interaction. All my brain can think is that he would interpret our last phone call as negative. Again, I’m sure this is not the case but I have concern. I’ve been preventing myself from calling or texting to ask how he is. The mothering suffocating handholding that can kill a relationship, which we don’t have.

My other concern is that I’ve withheld information from my boss about this sub being back. I asked the customer to tell him. I’m waiting on the backlash. None of the conversations my boss and I had yesterday were good. I got emotional, and cranky, on all of them which seemed to annoy him. I was out of town at my other project. I don’t know if the customer even had the conversation with him either but again my emotions are guilt, shame, concern, and fear.

I know I’m putting my emotions with the subcontractor before my job. I really have built my career and I’m potentially damaging it because I have a crush. On the other hand, I really like this guy and he’s shown interest in me- real interest others have seen. I’ve been single for 3 years with crushes on people showing no interest. When do I get to have a personal life? Am I willing to have my career in jeopardy over it though? Or will I have a career but no family?

Granted this is just a crush. It’s nothing more at this point. I’m slightly scared for tomorrow. It’s now 2:30 am and I’m wide awake. I’ve got 3 hours at best to still sleep. Wish me luck.

The crush is back part 2

My last blog about a dream man was a Canadian co-worker from a conference. He was attractive, flirty, and yes he was sexy. But my original dream man/crush was a subcontractor we were looking to get pricing from. In the past year I’ve written about him multiple times.

If there was love at first site, I felt it with him, nicknamed the Electron. This instant crazy sexual awe, but not even lust… how to describe it… honestly a loss of words is pretty accurate.

I rounded the corner onto his office and took a step back. I almost would assume my jaw dropped if ever so slightly. There he was, he sounded cute on the phone but cute doesn’t describe it. Huge blue green eyes, perfect hair, long lean with a button down shirt with the first few buttons undone.

I swear he looked at me and took a double take but my friends tell me that’s in my brain. Apparently they don’t think a guy that’s hot would be into me. It’s because I’m overweight. I never said my friends were kind or supportive.

We sat across from each other at his desk, staring into each other’s eyes. Every so often we’d giggle and look to the ground. It was the feeling of your first crush/boyfriend in high school. That giddy, nothing else on the planet matters but us feeling. It’s exciting and more rare than your typical flirting. I know our convo strayed from topic several times. Where we’re from, where we live, our dogs, and I made a point to throw out that I was single. A month later we saw each other again, walking and talking on sites. I won’t recap the rest, it’s in several blogs but the latest is “The crush is back”.

He’s back, because he was in jail and rehab. Again, look back to older blogs.

I saw him the day of his sentencing. That afternoon he came to see me and I was overly giddy. This week we had a meeting. He flew in Wednesday night, we spent 4 hours together between meetings and site visits. Then I had to rush to another meeting.

Friday he came to the City building about an issue. He could have made a call to his customer but I like to think he came with the chance to see me in my temporary office in the same building. I saw him in the stairwell as I was coming in. I told him I was available for a call but he actually drove back to see me. We met for an hour before he had an appointment and then I was in meetings the rest of the day. He said he would’ve come back to meet again.

He bought a farm downstate. A small town of 300 people to live the “quiet life”. But he plans to buy an airplane. What?!?

When I asked, “you know how to fly a plane?” He replied, “I know how to do everything.” It was sexy and cocky and just enough douche bag/bad boy type of tease that made me want to rip off his clothes.

We met with the customer on Thursday. I noticed Electron kept looking at me, when I talked to him he was super focused and laughed extremely loud. He always laughed loud at my jokes and seemed intent on what I had to say. I just assumed it’s who he was. Somehow though, my shyness came out. I couldn’t look at him. I was nervous and awkward.

The customer, he’s a no nonsense ex car plant worker from Detroit. He says it like it is. But he came in the office and says, He’s got a thing for you. And I was like Naw, and he said, Is he single? I shrugged. And he said, I’m just saying, he likes you.

I guess it’s not just me who thinks so.

I brought up randomly that it’s a shame he lives downstate, “because I know you don’t have your text messages but I still have all of mine..” (to recap, he had sexted me multiple times, each time I declined but still expressed my interest. I finally told him to ask me out rather than booty call and he promised to prior to his disappearance) he cut me off to show me a picture of the plane. It was extremely pretty/sexy. Like, I don’t know what I expected. I’ve never thought of a plane as sexy, but somehow this was. I said, oh wow. He grinned and said, you like that? I swear to god we could have been in bed talking about parts of his anatomy the way the conversation played out. I’ve never had sexual tension like this before.

It’s magnetic, it’s like a force beyond us has us connected. I’m not talking spiritual, I’m talking like electronic or science, like our chemical makeup has the exact same number of protons and electrons and our atoms are pulling us to each other. That’s how it feels. I’ve Never felt this way with anyone. It’s not even love, it’s just attraction I guess.

It’s still so complicated. We’re still trying to do business with him. My boss still doesn’t know he’s even back. It’s all sorts of complicated. Never mind the fact he lives downstate. As in 8 hours away.

I can only hope I have an update on this. Sigh swoon sigh is all I can leave it at.