Friday, November 15, 2013
I grew up beneath the approach path of a major airport, and I learned to identify various aircraft by the whine of their engines (among other identifiers). The last airplane I'd learned to identify was the Boing 767. When those planes were coming in, you couldn't even hear yourself think let alone continue with a conversation. Since then, I've learned to identify all sorts of whines, including the ones inside (and outside) of my head, and the reality is they're all annoying.
The past nine months of this journey have been, for the most part, terrific. The best part, of course, is having lost 50 pounds. The worst part: Only my hairdresser knows. Whine.
Pffft. This morning, my scale reflected a 1.8lb weight gain. OK. I ate 4 pieces of Girl Scout chocolates before wrapping the lot up and giving them to my pottery-making friends. And, yes, I did eat quite a few pistachios. But I don't think that was enough to gain 1.8lbs. Whine.
I felt like throwing it all in after reading that scale (those scales?). So I know there's a bumpy road ahead. After all, The Holidays are looming in on us. Now, I'm getting to the meat of this: Dd has invited her in-laws to our home for Christmas. At this point, I don't know if they're coming, but I sure do hope they do not. I do not like these people. They aren't bad people. Unless you can call having diametrically opposed philosophies to mine as being bad. My daughter lives with them. Her husband is in hog heaven: he has the best of both worlds. Furthermore, he insisted they sell the house she bought with her money, and now he's investing her money in rental property in Idaho. IDAHO! His car fell apart, so he drives the car my daughter bought before they met, AND the car her company gave to my daughter. He's not a bad person, either; at least he's not the ax murderer that I thought he'd be. Wwwhhhhiiiiiiinnnnnnneeeeeeee!
OK. Now I've got to turn this whiner back into the winner she has the potential to be............