Curves

Let's talk FAT.

It's a sensitive subject among women. It is. If the woman asks; "Honey, do I look fat?" MEN SAY : "No, of course not.", "Baby, I love you.", "That's a really sensitive subject. Do you think you're fat?" or kiss her move the conversation away from that question. Actions speak louder than words, gentlemen.

My husband got in the doghouse over the weekend for seeing the "curvy characters" commercial on USA and then seeing the Quintiles commercial for a weight loss study and said, there you go baby, it's $4000 in compensation. Picture me looking at him, distain in my eyes. He said he was just joking, but he's one of those guys who need to warn you that they are about to say something they think is funny. What do they call that? Or yeah, dry humor. NO ONE CAN TELL WHEN YOU'RE JOKING !!!

But I am making a big deal recently about my weight. Why? When I moved up to Ontario I was an unhealthy 187 pounds. Don't ask. I was working a desk job and didn't really give a sh**. When I moved down to Missouri from Ontario (after helping out in barns the whole time up there) I was 135 pounds. It's frustrating. But you get busy, you get a desk job, you get tired, you stop caring.

USA network shows a commercial for their "character" thing of women in the spotlight who have "curves". (Paul argues that I am wrong in my rant here, but to he** with him) These are women who are technically overweight. Technically obese. Technically. I say this due to the Wii Fit. And this site: www.icb2001.com/icbBMI1.asp At almost 185 pounds I am obese. (I should be between 111 to 150 lbs) I don't feel that way. I look in the mirror and can say that I am overweight, but not obese. So, why, why would you glamourize these women? Oh yeah, to make your simple minded audience think you think that overweight folks are okay. Super skinny folks aren't, but obesity causes alot of heart issues. Super skinny folks are bound to have issues too, but why glamourize the fatties? Peeves me.

Second issue: Quiznos commercials. Toasty Torpedos. If you don't have a Quiznos and see the commercials, check out www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LQpRQh2KSQ OMGWTF?! Were the advertising people, management, the sales team or the whole freaking building on drugs? (Maybe it was ecstasy!) This is freaking disturbing! I haven't spoken to one single person at my office that find it amusing without finding it also very very gross. Yes, it's funny. But the link I've provided was actually the commercial that my brother in law saw and pointed out that the employee looks at his crotch when he said he burned! Uh, ew.

It's almost bedtime.

Anger

Anger.

Define anger.

dictionary.com says: a strong feeling of displeasure

I got upset today because of a bad restuarant. Upset. Not angered. And I was accused of being angry. I have sent a complaint to said resturant's corporate office. The resolution they will come up with? A chinzy phone call to apologize or a letter in the mail accompanied by a free meal. If they're good, they will lecture the manager that screwed up and the training will start.

But this is the point: This is the answer for bad customer service that has gone down since the 1950's. And as far as I know, before that.

I notice this. It irks me.

I watched two boys, twins, didn't know how to handle a full resturant wait with the puzzling conundrum of seating a group of thirteen and another ten people waiting to be seated in smaller groups. And held multiple tables while they gave this customer his choice of where he wanted his enormous party to sit. Then they held the tables that the customer turned down instead of seating the others on the wait! Then, some men walk in and get seated right away. The twins tell me that they take reservations. THIS IS A FAST FOOD RESTUARANT for all intents and purposes. They don't take reservations. Agast, I asked for the proof of this reservation and the boy pointed to a table seating for 2 when they sat 3 men. I'm not stupid. Don't lie to me. It'll cost you a nasty lecture from your boss.

Someone, fix customer service. I hate being out among idiots.

- Chelle

Darkness

I was staring at my soaps that I have in our bathroom. Oatmeal. Caught my eye. Soaps, candles, incense.

Darkness.

The darkness surrounded me when I came of age. I realized this world wasn't going far. I knew that I couldn't kill myself or I would answer to my adopted Dad. I wasn't willing to break his heart. The dark space disappeared when I met Paul. Paul was/is more vibrant than he ever gave himself credit.

We talked about the darkness again today.

I was edging towards Wiccan. Candles, an alter, small "spells" dressing in dark clothes.

What? Wait. Wiccan?

As close to it as I could. I believed there was a bigger force out there. (I know everyone feels God, even if they deny Him being there.)

Paul asked that I try brighter colours. Asked that I consider him an alternative to hopping the short bus or closing the book of life for good. (My adopted Dad's heart just wasn't cutting it anymore with what I was facing) Like everything else, addictions can be hard to break. Thus the soaps, candles, incense. Harmless, right? Is it? I was asking myself that when I stared at the soaps in the bathroom.

I still have my accumulation of Wiccan materials everywhere in the apartment. Maybe getting rid of it will help.