The Thrill is gone

I love me some B.B.King. Thanks to another cloudy day in London, his smokey and soulful stylings only add to my delight. Yes I said delight and it's before noon. I just ate a kick ass breakfast and had a good cup of joe. Does it make more sense now? Anywho back to my thrill. It really is gone. No this time I'm serious. It was further certified yesterday. I kept coming back for more, knowing what I was getting myself into, giving benefit of the doubt. I had this glimmer of hope that I was wrong and it could be different. I knew I was just kidding myself. I hate being so good at this game, but I'm thankful for my ability. This chapter will be closed properly and maybe a dash of corno (up to the sky).

Pasta Chapter 1 Verse 25

How I love it. Every infinite shape. I equally love the sauces that cling to its semolina or rice body. Even down to the simplest butter or olive oil with a sprinkle (OK a pound) of cheese. I am CRAVING a good bowl of pasta. Tonight I shall seek out an Italian one. Given my neck of the woods, I'm a bit limited. My mouth is watering I must stop.

Foggy Day in London

Today's weather is the perfect fit to my mood. Gloomy and chilly. I'm in a blah state. Just working and minding my own business. Of course this translates to me being in a bad mood to everyone else in the office. You know God forbid that you work quietly.
Chris Isaak wants to play some game with me and I might fall into his lure. After all he said he never dreamed he'd find somebody like me.
I've got thoughts beating each other up in my head. I'm a bit distracted. My head is beginning to pound.
Work is buying lunch today. I knew I could like it here.

Wait for it

Picture this, the Broad is standing at the paper shredder and has taken it upon herself to go for a personal best. She will shove oh about 20 pages of THICK paper into the 8 page shredder. Aside from the top literally dancing atop the basket, the paper gets stuck, and she just sits there and listens to it moan. Then the Mouth walks in, you know cuz the Broad is practically breast feeding her (I swear they're joined at the vag), and tries to remedy the situation. She proceeds to reverse the paper, send it back through again, and steps out of the room. The Broad looks up and notices that the shredder is now smoking because the paper won't feed. She doesn't get up and calls for the Mouth to help her. Here I sit just watching these 2 idiots cause a raucous.

Just a Little Bit

Yesterday I had the privilege to spend some time with my friend before he shipped out to Iraq. This isn't something new to me, yet it never gets any easier. It hurts more and more everytime I have to let someone go. I suppressed the tears, but my heart is broken.
EWW that was sappy, sorry.

GO DODGERS! Can't really say much more because I lost my voice screaming my head off.

I would also like to add the Bears are 2-0. Bear Bear Bear GRR GRR GRR YAYE BEARS!

Forgive me Father for I have Sinned

I'm sitting at a green light this morning with 2 cars in front of me, both are attempting to make a right turn. We're waiting and waiting. No one's inching forward. I start getting mad as to why the a-hole in the wannabe A-Team van isn't making a move. The flashing man on the this is how to walk box disappears and the infamous hand comes up. I'm gonna be late. The light is now orange (or amber for those who live out of a crayola box) and red. I slam my hands on the steering wheel and mutter something in Italian. Mind you neither of the cars in front of me have turned yet. Then out of no where this little old man pops out. He was crossing the street, cane and all. I instantly turned into a heel, a la Donald Duck cartoon. I was humbled. Light turned green and I waved to the old man. I don't know where that came from, but it sounded better then to yell at him for walking so damn early in the morning.

Dear Litas,
I know this week has been rough and you're worn out, but please stop eating everything in sight. As much as cookies make your day a little brighter, do you really need to eat them everyday? May I suggest a nice salad. I'm not going to fit in your pants anymore. Let's be friends again?!

Love,
Your Stomach

My Ass has been Handed to me

I would've picked it up off the floor, but I can't seem to bend down. This week is hell week aka boot camp. My friend, let's call him satan, is holding a boot camp all this week. Aside from a massive bug bite on my thigh, which I can't feel due to the soreness, I'm also goose stepping today; again due to the soreness. I'm proud of myself for doing it, but I'm also disgusted in myself for being so out of shape. The diet has been going so so. I have this insatiable craving for cookies and chocolate. Needless to say the cookie aisle cried when I strolled down it. I was a good girl though. I left them alone. Slow and steady wins the race. And this turtle will make it. I just need to apply myself daily. I won't see results overnight. Although I'm still praying to wake up with a wicked body. Hey a girl can dream.

Weep not for the Memories

I remember that day to the T. I mean every detail. I remember how my mom, my sister, and I just stared at the tv with our mouths open. My mom had the family on redial desperately trying to get through, tears streaming down her face. My sister and I hugged each other (it was a first in a very long time).
I had just woken up after the second plane hit the other tower. I didn't know if I was still dreaming or not. My sister was telling me what had happened, but it sounded like she was in a tunnel. Every tv in the house was on. I had never watched that much tv, let alone news, in my entire life. My face had the imprint of the couch pressed deep onto it. I layed on the couch all day and all night. I was numb. I could not grasp what was going on. So juvenile, so naive. I have seen things that happen across the world from the comfort of my couch. I knew things like this happen. I never thought they'd happen to my country, to me.
Today it's hitting me much harder then I'd ever expect. It's still so fresh in my mind. The gaggle of pictures and newscasts throughout the day further highten flashbacks from that day. Maybe it's time to grieve now.

Try as I Might

I can't win with our vendor in Mexico. Aside from being an international spy/exotic dancer. I also moonlight or should I say sunlight (is that even the right saying?) in the import/export business. I'm an Italian what else would I do? Today I come to find out that Mexican customs has not received shipments from our vendor from LAST WEEK. Yesterday though they thought they had them. Today not so much. Now US and Mexico are battling each other to find out what in the world happened. Yet again I had to deliver the bad news to our customers. It comes so easily to me. What's worse is that my senses have been so dulled that I'm not even upset about this. I wish someone would turn the switch on to light my path.

One Toe at a Time

That's usually what the scale says as I step on. Have I weighed myself in 2 weeks? That would be a no. I feel lighter and I don't want to break my happiness with the truth that I, with my luck gained weight, didn't lose any weight. I'm managing with the diet and it's not that bad, but I know I'm gonna get burnt out on chicken. I just might have to add in some fish even though I'm not a big fan. Perhaps if I'm feeling sassy tonight I'll jump on the scale.

Time is on my side?

Maybe it isn't. I was doing some relaxing after work with a good bikini wax. What? It really does things for you. And since I sit in some ugly traffic on the way home, the road rage helps ease the pain. BAM it hits me like a ton of bricks; life is passing me by. No really I think now it is. You know they say you're never to old to ________ (fill in the blank accordingly). Is there too old? I'm sitting on the bench, not for agressive play on the court, watching everything zoom by me.

Another Day Just Breathe

Except I can't cuz my abs are so sore. The big hurt is settling in. Being out of shape really hurts. That's what you get fatty fat fatty. I did this to myself. Next week starts some serious crunch time. Literally and physically. Lord give me the strength to make it through. I will bitch, whine, and moan about it but I'll do it and then I'll look back and say piece of cake. MM piece of cake. Yes there is devil's food cake sitting on my counter at home. I've only eaten half of a pan. No big deal. I'll just sniff it to subdue the hunger pains.