Two small boys just came into my yard. With a gun. I'm guessing pellet or air (or are those the same thing?) Whatever. I don't really care. I live in the north end of TOWN, NOT the North end of Hick Town. I believe the gun laws still apply to my neighborhood, even though my row of houses is literally the last row of houses in town, and there is an empty lot behind my house. But, I still live in a town. Some people even come here from smaller towns to get their groceries. So really, to some people, I live in the BIG Town. OK, back to my story.

I stood in my window and watched them sneak up on a squirrel in the empty lot behind my yard. Then they came into my yard and used my bushes to hide themselves. This is where I decided I wasn't supporting this activity. After all, in a few days, we're going to have a swing set back there! So I decided to take action.

I marched on out onto my second floor deck. On the way, I considered yelling at them in my best "Marvin" voice. It would sound something like this, "GIT out of my yard!" Emphasis on Git, low grumbling growl on out of my yard. (furrow brows, look like angry ex-marine.) The git part is the part that makes you jump about 6 feet in the air, and the grumble helps solidify your worries when you turn toward the voice to see Mr. big man. But then I realized that having bronchitis and all, and being that it's sort of hard to speak, oh, and being that I'm not a big angry ex-marine (small detail right?), I went with the Kerry version of things. It went like this. (Hands on hips.) "I don't want you boys in my yard with that gun."
Them, "OK."
Me, "So go on back to your own yard then." (So totally sounded like my mom.)

Then I called Darin who proceeded to ask my 20 questions on the type of gun. I don't know. I'm a girl! Real or fake, I definitely don't want it in my yard. So I suppose now, next time I go for a walk, and their in their driveway, I'll have to ask about it. Sheesh. I have to be sure to be nice though, these people have a pool and that would be nice to hang out at some days. :)

I have bought my last pair of fat girl pants. OK. So I didn't lose the 10 pounds I had planned for before my sisters wedding. And I'm still fat. But I did lose 5, (and who cares if it's appeared that I've gained 2 of those back. I am having that monthly girl visit plus I have forgotten to take my water pills the past 4 days. So I'm going to go ahead and assume it's just water weight.) I also started working out to a video every morning for 20 minutes, whereas I had previously been doing sit ups only by myself for 10 minutes each morning. So maybe that is a contributing factor as well.

I found two pairs of my favorite fat girl brand of pants on super clearance for $9.99 each. So my regularly $60 jeans were a super steal! But I decided I'm not buying anymore fat girl cloths. (Granted, there is more room then in my last purchases.) I can't continue to grow my wardrobe with these fat bitch styles.

So consider this my notice.

I know at least one of you are! ha!

Well, I completed the whole colon cleanse bottle without any "incidents" (AKA running to the potty in a mad dash). It actually does make you feel better. I've got a little more pep in my step. Even though, don't count today, because I'm totally exhausted from my weekend.

Yesterday I went to buy more Bare Minerals makeup at this Salon that I always buy from.  Usually, I just barely get in the door, and there is some eager girl there waiting to serve me.  No wait and I'm in and out in minutes.

Today, I went in and was actually relieved that no one was immediately there.  I could now checkout some of their new products without getting hounded.  But then I was done looking and still no one to help me.  Hmm.  Wait some more.  No one.  I had to go to the salon counter and ask for help.  I was not impressed and considered going somewhere else to buy my makeup.

So my question is this.  If a place spoils their customers in the first place, then falls short and gives you half assed service you get everywhere else, is it really bad service they are giving or are my expectations set high because of my previous experience?

Today, I am wearing.
1. My normal lightly padded bra
2. A fitted white undershirt
3. White Silk Blouse

I just went to the bathroom and while washing my hands, noticed I have one rogue nipple. It's just hollering "What Up?!" to all my co-workers.

How imbarrassing is that? I don't normally have nips that do that. They like to stay hidden and to themselves. I'm going to go ahead and blame this one on the child birthing experience.