Oh boy, Bad! Bad! Bad! idea, watching this movie while I was missing BJ, because I've been a blubbering mess for the last half hour. A sobbing, blubbering mess. Yeah, that's why I call myself RisibleGirl. Heh..

Maybe I'm a sap, but I really loved this movie. I read the book about a year ago and remember that it made me tear up while riding the train. I hate it when that happens, but a book has to be pretty powerful to make me do that in public. I should have guessed that I'd be a mess watching the movie. I won't spoil the ending for those that haven't watched it, but trust me... if you're in a relationship with someone you love you'll hug them a little tighter after watching the movie. Since a large part of my readership (at least the commenters) are guys, if you want to score big points with the wife (sorry FTS, you'll have to get a wife first...), WATCH THE MOVIE TOGETHER.

The movie got me thinking about the fact that sometimes I really regret the fact that we met later in life, although sometimes I'm glad. Glad, because I think our life experiences make us realize how lucky we are that we're together. I'm not sure that I'd of appreciated our relationship as much as I do if I didn't have a couple (OK, four!) decades of life experiences under my belt. We've both been in relationships with people that weren't right for us, so it makes it really easy to see how great we have it now. On the other hand, I feel that I don't have nearly enough time left to be with hubby and it makes me want to take better care of myself, and makes me want BJ to take better care of himself. Even if we live to be eighty it won't be enough time as far as I'm concerned.

Sheesh... now I'm waxing philosophical. I guess I'd better go have some chocolate or something.

He's home tomorrow morning..... sigh....

My bachelorette days have been fun and I've followed through with everything on my list. Today I'm regretting my overindulgence of the Vietnamese hot chili garlic sauce, however. When I say overindulge, I mean, I put LOTS of it on my dinner last night, and did it again for lunch today. I've avoided eating it because I didn't want BJ to have to deal with dragon breath. Little did I know that I'd have to deal with dragon butt. Here's a visual, in case I haven't been clear enough:



This, gentle readers, is what my butt feels like. I decided to use a glamorous looking cartoon character to offset the mental image you're bound to get.

On an up note, here are my stats for this week.

Exercise: 2 hour hike on Saturday; 1/2 hour Monday and Wednesday, and one hour on Friday on the trampoline
Water: At least 64 ounces every day
Calorie average: 1406 per day
Weight loss this week: 2 lbs.
Total weight loss: 5 lbs

I ride the train to work on the days that I am not telecommuting, and I've posted various stories about some of the annoying things I've had to endure. Yes, endure. I realize how dramatic this sounds, but really....

Today's post is brought to you by my new train friend, the troll. He's not the troll that I've posted about in the past (the one who actually looks like a troll); no, this guy acts like a troll. He doesn't understand proper 'standing in line' etiquette, therefore I've deemed him to be a troll.

I typically get to the train station about 20 minutes ahead of schedule because the parking is dismal at best. Sometimes, in addition to the parking issues, another really long train might cross the other side of the tracks, keeping you from being able to cross the tracks to in time to board the train. I choose to not take the chance and I stand in line for about 15 minutes.

Today I ended up in line right behind the train troll. I try to avoid that at all costs, but it couldn't be helped today. As I stood there, he turned around and faced me. Eeeech. I suppose if he was handsome I wouldn't mind so much, but he's not. There I was, second, in a line of two and he's facing me. I refused to look at him, and turned my body to face a different direction, yet he continued standing this way. Thankfully, more people started filing in line and he ended up making conversation with someone else in line, so I was off the hook.

Is it just me, or is that CREEPY? Doesn't everyone know proper 'standing in line' etiquette? The number one rule is FACE FORWARD, folks. Apparently someone didn't get the memo.

If that wasn't bad enough, I noticed that he also kept doing this weird plié type of move. Several times. In case you don't know what a plié is, here's a visual.



Now if I saw it in a ballet, I wouldn't think it weird; but he wasn't wearing tights and he wasn't at the opera house, so I can only conclude that his shorts were in a bunch and he thought this would be the polite way to un-bunch. The thing is, it wasn't working, so he kept doing it.

Perhaps I'll take a chance on missing the train for a few days.....

Tonight was my hair appointment, finally. I was starting to feel like I fit in a little too well here in hick town, so it's sure nice to have good hair again . Actually, when I left the hairdressers chair I was still a little concerned about looking like one of the locals because my hair looked really awful. Even though I didn't get home until 9:30, I couldn't wait to style my hair to make sure the cut was OK. It was.

I don't know about you, but I'll sleep much better tonight.

But that's not what this post is about. Nope. This post is about getting *that look* from my hairdresser. After sitting in the chair for an hour, you kind of run out of topics to talk about so you start talking about stupid things. At one point, I mentioned that I've decided to be a bad girl while my husband was out of town.

That's when I got *that look*. You could tell she wanted me to dish....

So I did. Yup. I listed all the wild and crazy things I've been doing or plan to do while BJ is on his business trip. For your reading pleasure share that list with you:

1. Eat really garlicky, stinky things
2. Leave my flattening iron and makeup on the bathroom counter
3. Leave the bed unmade
4. Watch LOTS and LOTS of reality TV
5. Read the new issue of Oprah in bed until I fall asleep
6. Eat popcorn for dinner and chase it down with a diet rootbeer
7. Not put on a lick of makeup on the days that I telecommute. Maybe not even style my hair.

.........Nah, that's just crazy talk.

I had a nightmarish dream two nights ago and am still chuckling about what upset me most in the dream...

This part of it is true; we're flying out to see my brother in a play (The Sound of Music) in a couple of weeks and he's playing the part of Captain von Trapp.

Cue in dreamy harp music~~~~

I got a call from him just before we were to leave for California saying that the gal playing Maria von Trapp suddenly dropped out and they needed me to fill in. At first, I was reluctant because I knew they had kissing scenes. Come on... that's just gross. He's my brother! Ewww. He promised me that they'd be air kisses and we'd be able to fool the audience because they were so far away.

I was still grossed out about how that would look (me being his sister and all...) , but being the good sister that I am, I agreed to it and asked him to fax me the script. I memorized the script during the flight, and sang the songs in my head. I dreaded the fact that I was going to have to sing songs that I couldn't practice in advance with the orchestra, especially not knowing if they were going to be in the right key for me.

We got to the hotel room and had just a few minutes before we had to leave for the big show. I could NOT make my hair look good. I kept crying because it looked like I had road kill on my head.

Then I woke up.

~~~~Cue out dreamy harp music

So, of all the things I could have been REALLY upset about in this dream:
1. playing my brother's girlfriend
2. performing in a play that I hadn't rehearsed
3. singing in front of a large crowd with no rehearsal

I was most upset about my hair.

Hmmm....