No philosophy here, just shameless self promotion

Being alone has its ups and downs. Downs being severe, soul crushing, mind numbing boredom. Did I mention the constant appetite? Curse you comfort foods.  I’ve been hungry constantly lately, but out of boredom, I’ve also been exercising a lot too- conditioning for some upcoming backpacking trips and whatnot. The last thing I want is to be the sissy girl. No way, not me. But beyond my insatiable appetite for chocolate (yes, I have even reduced myself to straight cocoa powder, don’t judge), I finally had a breakdown moment. You know, one of those, “Screw this I refuse to feel sorry for myself!” moments. And so I painted. Forget cleaning- I’m almost positive Josh was a tornado in his past life. 

"Nice painting, she looks stoned." "Duh, she's a tree." "She's ugly, I'd never date her." "Um, she's a tree?" "I don't know, some guys are into that." Raises eyebrow. "You know, like hippie dudes and stuff."

 

I’m hoping to sell some of these upcoming paintings so I can get a dog (shhh, husband doesn’t know). Hey, it’s really, really lonely here. Don’t tell me to make human friends, I don’t play well with females and I’m married so no more guy friends. I will have a male rat terrier. I will.

            Speaking of really obnoxious females, my husband and I went to THE REI in Seattle to outfit him with the best gear for a winter camping trip this weekend. (Queue more boredom for me this weekend. I wanted to go so bad). Anyway, after I finish my dinner, I go downstairs to find this chick all over Josh, giggling and throwing her hair about, touching him all over like a cat in heat. Who hires these people?! I have never suffered rage quite like that before. I must have given her some kind of look because after leaving to watch her from a distance, I came back and she kept a comfortable five feet away from Josh- he’s very capable of fitting his own backpack, thankyouverymuch.

            Tonight we went down to see True Grit. If that isn’t a movie that makes you want to trailblaze and become a bounty hunter, then I don’t know what movie to direct you to. Please, go see it. You won’t be disappointed. I promise. I groaned about seeing it, and I think I enjoyed it more than Josh did. And now I'm going to do some Tae Bo as I found a way to cram half a super sized popcorn into my stomach, on top of chocolate, numerous granola bars, stew, and yogurt and cereal. Yikes.