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Well, Chris is off first shift and on third now, so I'm still in a funk. Though, hours of watching Supernatural at night have helped. Oh, those guys are so hot! Anyway, some quick updates. Chris hadn't paid his local taxes since 2004 and had gotten a letter in the mail about paying it back. He did. Then, he got another letter saying he needed to file returns for 2005-2011 in 10 days or they would file charges. After searching through the mess that is my file cabinet, I managed to find all his W2s for those years and he got his taxes done. He ended up owing them $57. Yeah...they were going to send him to jail for less than $60.

My mom turns 60 tomorrow, which means this year I'll be turning 30 in May. Every so often I feel like I'm having a mid-life crisis. It's hard to tell, though, if it's that or the clomid I'm taking. Speaking of which, no update there. Still on met and clomid. I think I have two months left before the doc gives up on me. I tried explaining to Chris why I'm so gung-ho about this. He thinks that we should wait til we have money (which will be never) and didn't know why I was always so upset when people talk about kids and whatnot. I tried to explain to him that the "specialist" the doc wants to refer me to will most likely recommend IVF or something and that's generally not covered by insurance. And then he said we could adopt. I explained to him how that also costs money. Anyway, I'm sick of thinking and talking about it.

I got the pink done in my hair again, but it's fading out already. I'm considering getting my hair cut short, but I'm not sure how Chris will feel about it. Last time I got bangs and highlights he said I looked like a lesbian. Yup, that's my husband.

Updates on my totally interesting life

Finally did something with my hair.  Not sure if I mentioned that I dyed it black, but on my day off I walked to Holiday Hair and got layers put in.  She also talked me into a conditioning treatment (it was on sale) and I bought a detangler, too.  Even though I got it trimmed (and cut some shorter layers in it) everyone at work thinks it looks longer.

I went to Walmart yesterday and bought stuff I didn't need.  Yay.  Is there some kind of counseling for that?  Anyway, I could've spent a lot more, but I kept putting things back.  I put back some under eye cream (which I probably should've kept), nail polish, and various eye shadows (I'm scared to start using eye shadow!  I don't know how to apply it!).

I tried to get rid of my BlackBerry.  I called Verizon to see if they would let me upgrade early (tried to use the "my birthday is coming up" line, but they weren't having it).  I found a couple cool phones on ebay and bid on them and at the very last second was outbid.  So sad.  Guess I'm stuck with my BB til Sept. or so.  The chick at Verizon was like, "Oh, don't you like your BB?" and I said, "Try finding apps for a BB.  1 out of every 100 apps made is for BB.  The rest are for iphone or Android."  Stupid people with their stupid fancy, touch-screen phones.  My BB doesn't even have a touch screen, people!

Sexy by Spring

The other weight loss team's name was leaked!  They're going with "Sassy by Summer".  We, naturally being one-uppers, went with "Sexy by Spring" as our team name.  Weigh-in is the 27th, so I still have some time to fatten up!

I keep telling myself to walk on the treadmill, but I end up playing Star Wars.  =\  I need to make some kind of chart; for every hour I play SWTOR, I need to walk a mile on the treadmill...or something like that.

I watched Beetlejuice for the first time the other night.  I wasn't allowed to watch it when it came out...and after seeing it, I understand why.  Someone should remake it, though.  I think now, with CGI and all that fun stuff, it could be really amazing.  Not 3D, though!  Holy crap, enough stuff is 3D.

Still grappling with myself on whether to get my hair cut or not.  Again, it all depends on the money.  No money=no hair cut at all.  I want to chop it off, but then I don't.  I don't want to draw unwanted attention to my fat head.  It's not long enough to donate to Locks of Love and have a decent amount of hair left.  Argh!  Decisions!

Weight loss challenge

Well, on Feb. 27th, work is starting a weight loss challenge.  Our building already has two teams made up.  The ladies in the office somehow got my name on the list.  I told them I didn't want to do it; I'll be the reason we lose (the contest...not weight).  Oh well.  It gives me something to aim for I guess.  I have been enjoying Pepsi Max as my diet beverage of choice.  I can actually drink it and not want to vomit immediately. 

The ladies at the office are crazy for wanting to lose weight anyway.  All of them are thin in my eyes and perfect.  I don't know why they don't see it.  I told them I could lose a lot of weight if I chopped my boobs and ass in half and donated them to people.  I also had a great idea of donating my boobs to women who've had mastectomies.

Uck.  My hair is getting to that point where I want to chop it off.  I really like the color of Beyonce's hair here:

But I hate when my hair is long enough to stick under my arm...or accidently inhale (nose and mouth...I've done both.)  And this is all just me talking under the pretense that I actually have money to get my hair done with!  HA!

"Great" clips?

I went to Great Clips today to get some bangs cut.  I should've just cut them myself.  Instead of getting the lady who signed me in (who had nice bangs that I liked), I got some lady with Parkinson's.  I told her I wanted bangs and then to kinda blend them in.  She blended my long bangs, her hands shaking extremely visibly, and was ready to let me walk out the door.  So I said, "No, I want the short bangs, too," and so she cut like three hairs that laid retardedly on my huge forehead.  Thanks.  I didn't want to argue, so I left and drove over to Walmart, got new shampoo, a new hair dryer, and some Salon Paas pain relief patches for my hand.  While listening to Criminal Minds in the background, I cut my own freakin bangs.

I drank mostly Mountain Dew today, so I'm not sure when I'll fall asleep tonight.  Work early tomorrow and then all weekend, hooray.