jenny watch...

87 days in --- have lost 3.3 pounds since september 23..

total loss so far: 31.3 pounds

much better this week, even after last weekend's eat-a-rama-festola-of-eating-blitz!! gonna keep it up this week... well, after having a corny dog at the fair.. but THEN i will be good..

i promise..

of it..

sigh....

i completely cleaned out my desk at work.. nothing is left that is me.. next week is vacation.. then who knows what? will i come back to my normal (soon-to-be-gone-forever) job? will i be in a new place?

who knows? not me...

kiss my ass..

this is the cake that our account, who fired us, brought to our office today..

um.. i'm thinking if we were the BEST, then we wouldn't all be losing our JOBS..

FUCK YOU

Urban Word of the Day

Emo
1. Noun: Normally a 15-17 year old teenager. Considers themselves to be much more in touch with their emotions than anyone else; whereas, they really just feel sorry for themselves. Most emo's will claim to be depressed, or simply misunderstood. They think they are unique, and fail to realize that they actually look like half the teenage population of the U.S. - you can recognize an emo by looking for these general characteristics:

SKINNY JEANS (both boys and girls) - The tighter the better. If an emo can hardly walk because of their jeans, then they've reached optimum emo status.
STRIPEY JUMPERS - Normally black and grey. If you're a boy, this should again be worn as tightly as possible. Breathing comfortably is a luxury you may have to sacrifice.
TATTY CLOTHING - Usually drawn on, as most emo's regard themselves as artists.
BLACK LONG HAIR COVERING ONE SIDE OF YOUR FACE - Vision can be compromsised for style as an emo. Try and make it as greasy as possible.

Finally, emo's MUST look down on everyone else, accuse them of being uncreative, judgemental, and the sole cause of their 'depression'. If you're a hardcore emo you'll cut yourself occasionnally. If you're not, then you at least have to pretend you do.

Conversational usage:
Emo: "I wouldn't expect you uncreative facists to understand my art. It's a statement. I'm all alone in this world, all I have is my poetry and my paintings and my music. I am destined to travel through the misty and cold fog of existence alone and cold. My heart has long ago turned to stone, and now your harsh words simply hit the surface. The depths of my soul can no longer be tarnished by your small minded and stereoptyped views..."
Non-Emo: "You are so fucking Emo!"

2. Adj: An excuse for guys to wear makeup, cry and listen to sappy music. Short for emotional; is expressed throughout a music genre known as "emo".

Conversational usage:
"What is that guy listening to? It sounds like a bunch of cats falling down an eternal staircase with spikes on it. Oh, its just emo music."

"What the hell is that guy wearing? He must be emo!"

3. Emo image:
If eating toast is emo, then eating French Toast is tres emo...

4. Adv: Bitching. Emo's wonder why lots of people hate them. Its because they bitch. They bitch about why people are bitching about them and they bitch and whine about why no one understands them. People do understand them. They understand them because the listen to them bitching all the time. Even other emo's hear emo's bitch and then they bitch about them bitching. They need the attention otherwise they'll bitch about it.

Conversational usage:
Emo: "Why does no one understand me? Should I be gay to be cool and fit in with the scene? What about eyeliner: on or of? Can you buy me some girl pants? I mostly masturbate over women but now I'm thinking of skinny men. Does my fringe look good? I hate these kids who don't understand the scene. I need to torment myself before I check my comments."
Non-Emo: SHUT THE FUCK UP!


5. Noun: Emergency Medical Organization

Conversational usage:
Emo: "Help! Call the EMO!"

Non-Emo: "What? Call your brother?"

howdy folks! welcome to the state fair of TEXAS!!

in just 3 days, the mighty state fair of TEXAS opens!! oh, the sights, the sounds, the smells! i am a native dallasite, and i have been going to the fair since i was a little girl.. i remember each fall having a day off from school - all the way from elementary school to high school, and riding the bus (ooooooh how fun back then!) to the funnest place on earth..

originally built for the centennial of the founding of the Republic of Texas, the dallas site of the Centennial Exposition became the location for the state fair of TEXAS.. the biggest State Fair in the United States, the Texas State Fairgrounds are a sprawling area of museums and exhibition halls, a huge midway carnival zone, statues, barns, science exhibits, great roller blading, the western hemisphere's tallest ferris wheel, the famed Cotton Bowl, a blue lagoon.. and the Confederate Statue of Liberty... whew!!

this year, i will be going again, and if i am lucky, i will be going more than once.. there is so much to do, so much to see, SOOOOOOO much to eat!! (damn you jenny craig, but i am gonna have a fletcher's corny dog!!)...

there are all kind of fun events planned, as well as lots of entertainers.. just a few are: bo bice from american idol 10/1; corny dog eating contest 10/1; the famous auto show daily; dog shows, sheep shows, cow shows, etc etc; the US Marine band which i never miss.. there are cooking competitions, livestock competitions.. so much to do and experience..

it seems the mostest funnest attraction there is the food!! the best food (ok, the worst food for you) is there.. you can have: fletcher's corny dogs, tornado fries, onion strings, tamales, pizza, funnel cakes, and almost anything you can think of!! and on top of that, there are so many weird things that they fry -- like oreos, twinkies, cheesecake, ice cream, alligator, snickers, corn, macaroni, and this year -- coca cola! be ready to stuff yourself at the fair.. it is too yummy!

i will always go to the state fair - i have years and years of great memories... with my family when i was young.. with my kids now that i am a mom.. and now seeing Doug enjoy it as a newly transplanted TEXAN..

see ya soon, big tex!



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the state fair is located near downtown dallas at fair park and runs from september 29 til october 22.. open 10am til 10pm daily.. actually, some of the gates open at 7am, but only the livestock are up at that time! parking is $10 per car (ouch!), and tickets are $13 for adults, $9 for children and seniors..

monday's attack of the AWWWWWWW!!

cutesy, clevery hamstey in the teensy-weensy bean pot...

awwwwwwww!!!!

jenny watch...

80 days in --- have lost 0.5 pounds since september 16..

total loss so far: 28 pounds

another hard week with no exercise at all.. i've had a stooooopid ear infection which made me really not wanna move too much..

hopefully after this weekend of food and fun with our friends who are getting married (awwwwwwww how wonderful!!!), i can get back on track on monday..

we shall see

Urban Word of the Day

federline

1.a. Noun; a male version of a gold digger, willing to sacrifice integrity and respect for a life of comfort; the beneficiary of a Sugar Mama.
b. Noun; one who latches on to a wealthy ladyfriend in order to avoid working or a tradionational occupation. Easily identifiable by their lack of ambition and individual thought (relational equivalent of the "Yes Man" in the business world).

Conversational usage:
a. "Stedman is Oprah's federline"
b. "That guy has no talent to speak of. It's a good thing he's a federline."


2. Noun; A useless hanger-on. Someone who brought nothing to the table, but is sitting there anyway. A zero in an entourage. An "I'm just lucky to be here" guy.

Conversational usage: "Ringo Starr was totally the federline of The Beatles."

3.a.Verb; To mooch off of a wealthy woman, displaying no skills of your own other than knocking her up and ensuring your own future income. Dressing poorly is optional; considering the word "pimp" a compliment is not.

b.Adjective; To be like KFed; to attach yourself to a rich woman, marry her and live off of her while trying to promote your own lame Eminem-not-like "career," as well as sleazing around, cornrowing your skanky white hair and avoiding showers and baths as if they would make you melt.

Conversational usage:
a. "That's just gross; he's just federlining now that he has that rich girlfriend. Plus he smells like patchouli, trying to cover up that three-day-old skank. I hope he doesn't take off his shoes!"

b. "I don't know; Ben used to be cool, but now he's become too federline for me. Maybe it's the constant ball-scratching."

it's "International Talk Like A Pirate Day," scallywags!

avast, me maties! it's Talk Like A Pirate day, and all day today, you must show yer "Pirattitude" and speak like a pirate!!

here are just a few fun things you can do on "talk like a pirate" day:

A.Vote for who kicks more booty: pirates or ninjas?

B.Take the "Official Talk Like a Pirate Personality Inventory (TOTLAPPI)" to discover yer "inner pirate" .. here are me results, land lubber (surprised?):

"You are The Cap'n!"

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.


C.Use yer wiley ways to entice them smartly lasses with these very pirate-y pick-up lines:

10 . Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?

9. Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?

8. Come on up and see me urchins.

7. Yes, that is a hornpipe in my pocket and I am happy to see you.

6. I'd love to drop anchor in your lagoon.

5. Pardon me, but would ya mind if fired me cannon through your porthole?

4. How'd you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder?

3. Ya know, darlin’, I’m 97 percent chum free.

2. Well blow me down?

And the number one pickup line for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day is …

1. Prepare to be boarded!


--- all in all, it's a fun day of pillagin', plunderin' and consumin' o' the rum!!
arrrrrrrrrr

what if there were more guests at the Rivendell council?

hmmm... never have seen this particular version of that scene... must be from the "extendo-woop-dee-doo-fa-la-la-powers-beauty-member-knightswhosayNI" holiday boxed set coming out this Christmas...

yeah, that's it

the princess and the spongebob..

this is just too funny...

querstion:

how can something SO HARD be, at the same time, soooooooo yummy soft?

only my Man knows... dayum, baby, i am still hurting this morning..


sweeeeeeeet...

monday's attack of the AWWWWWWW!!

trifecta of cuteness: big eyes, teeny tongue, sweet widdle pink paws!


awwwwwww!!!!!!

i miss you..

not a day goes by that i don't think about you, and it's like i die a little every time.. because i miss you so badly..

i look back at this day four years ago when i lost you, and i can't believe i saw you die in front of my eyes - i remember begging you not to go, pleading frantically - it was useless..

of course, i saw you in the process of dying for a while.. thing is, you were probably very sick even before any of us knew it..

i think you knew, though..

i just wish i could have one more day with you - like you were before cancer ravaged your small body and then mercilessly murdered you.. i know one day wouldn't be enough, but it would be something to hold on to..

mom, i do hold on to every memory i have of you.. every funny thing you said, every shopping trip we went on for lancome and shoes, every concert we rocked at together, every canasta game we played..

but it's not enough.. i am selfish.. i want you back.. i want you to play with my hair like you used to, and i want to go shopping with you.. i wanna taste a meal that you cook.. i want you and me and teri to go back to new york or d.c. and flirt with the wienie man or the doorman and i want us to laugh so hard that we can't even look at each other.. i want to hear your voice tell me you love me..

i will never never never get over losing you.. i will never be the same.. i will never come to terms with your death, and there will never be closure..

i need you to talk to josh and hold on to him after you kick him in the ass.. i need you to hug chris and encourage him and tell him how incredible he is for turning his life around.. i need you to meet Doug and fall in love with him.. i need you to give dad your biggest hug and never let go of him..

as for me, i just need you to sit down in your back yard with me and let's just sit there and talk about nothing and everything.. loving the sun, loving each other.. being us..

i hope somewhere you are looking down on me, and on josh and chris and dad and teri and vince and alex and Doug, and i hope you can send us some of yourself..

help me be strong enough to make it through this life until one day i can finally see you again..

i love you, mom - you are still my best friend..

jenny watch...

73 days in --- have lost 0.8 pounds since september 9..

total loss so far: 27.5 pounds

ok... what happened this week? could it be ... oh, i don't know --- CHIPS????


lawd...

ok.. onward and upward and no mo chips this week


just tequila...

i love dirty rocker boys..

lawd, i do... hep me, hep me!

congrats, lukas, on winning rockstar: supernova.. see ya in february - you too, dave! (and, um, Doug - i will see your hot, nasty, pervery rocker body tonight! MEOW!!)

pour some Bauer on meeeeeeee...

the new season of 24 doesn't start until january 2007 (wah!!), and i am needing a bauer-fix BAD... he is a bad, bad boy (almost as bad as my Mr. Man himself, the "Jack Bauer of the Blogosphere"), and i definitely like the bad boys (shock!).. no tellin' just how bad 'mr b' is, but to give you a clue, here are some bauer-isms i have found...

1.If you wake up in the morning, it’s because Jack Bauer spared your life.
2.Upon hearing that he was played by Kiefer Sutherland, Jack Bauer killed Sutherland. Jack Bauer gets played by no man.
3.If Jack Bauer was in a room with Hitler, Stalin, and Nina Meyers, and he had a gun with 2 bullets, he’d shoot Nina twice.
4.Jack Bauer killed 93 people in just 4 days time. Wait, that is a real fact.
5.Jack Bauer got Hellen Keller to talk.
6.Jack Bauer was never addicted to heroin. Heroin was addicted to Jack Bauer.
7.Jack Bauer’s favorite color is severe terror alert red. His second favorite color is violet, but just because it sounds like violent.
8. 1.6 billion Chinese are angry with Jack Bauer. Sounds like a fair fight.
9.If Jack says "I just want to talk to him/her" and that him/her is you… well amigo, you’re fucked.
10.Jack Bauer once forgot where he put his keys. He then spent the next half-hour torturing himself until he gave up the location of the keys.
11.Jack Bauer doesn’t miss. If he didn’t hit you it’s because he was shooting at another terrorist twelve miles away.
12.If you get 7 stars on your wanted level on Grand Theft Auto, Jack Bauer comes after you. You don’t want to get 7 stars.
13.When you open a can of whoop-ass, Jack Bauer jumps out.
14.Jack Bauer does not sleep. The only rest he needs is what he gets when he’s knocked out or temporarily killed.
15.If you are still conscious, it is because Jack Bauer doesn’t want to carry you.
16.Jack Bauer has no problem following orders, unless you tell him to do something he doesn’t want to.
17.Jack Bauer’s gun is actually a water pistol, but the water shoots out in the form of bullets. Why? Because the gun is being held by Jack fucking Bauer.
18.Lets get one thing straight, the only reason you are conscious right now is because Jack Bauer does not feel like carrying you.
19.As a child, Jack Bauer’s first words were "There’s no time!"
20.While being 'put under' in the hospital, Jack Bauer can count backwards from 100 every time. This really annoys the doctors.
21.Jack Bauer can watch all 4 seasons of 24 in 24 hours.
22.Jack Bauer literally died for his country, and lived to tell about it.
23.Jack Bauer’s family once threw him a surprise birthday party when he was a child. Once.
24.Killing Jack Bauer doesn’t make him dead. It just makes him angry.
25.Everytime Jack Bauer yells "NOW!" at the end of a sentence, a terrorist dies.
26.If Jack’s staring at someone and his eye twitches, assume that person has less than 15 minutes to live.
27.When life gives Jack Bauer lemons, he uses them to kill terrorists.
Jack Bauer fucking hates lemonade.
28.Guns dont kill people, Jack Bauer kills people.
29.David Spade always says ‘yes’ to Jack Bauer when he wants to redeem his credit card miles.
30.Don’t even ask what Jack Bauer would do for a Klondike bar...

.... sounds yummy to me

a fog is lifting?

whitney comes to at least some of her senses!

Urban Word of the Day

a new weekly feature here at 'color me purple.. of it' - to help y'all get the very latest new slants on our sometimes mundane vocabulary... coming at ya from the urban dictionary.. some definitions will be taken from that site, but others will be my own (wonder if you can guess which are mine)..

hey, i'm just trying to help... word..


Pluto

1. Verb; To pluto someone or something is to downgrade, demote or remove
altogether from a prestigious group or list, like what was done to the
planet of the same name.

Conversational usage: "He was plutoed like an old pair of shoes."

2. Noun; No longer a planet. It was discovered in the 1930s and in 2006 they finally decide to change everything we learned growing up...i'm so confused now...

Conversational usage: "WTF!! Everything I learned went out the window; Pluto isn't a planet anymore!"

3. Noun; A big ball of methane and nitrogen that was big ballin' as a planet for about 80 years, until the IAU (International Astronomical Union) decided to get all technical and make that little bitch a "dwarf planet." At this point, it's a pretty safe bet that Pluto won't be getting laid anytime soon.

Conversational usage: "Pluto used to get invited to P Diddy parties back when he was part of the big 9, but now he can't even kick it with Pauly Shore. What a tool!"



4. Noun; Mickey's dog.

Conversational usage: "Come here, Pluto, ol' fella!! Minnie is ready for ya!"

remember...

i LOVE new york! and when i first started blogging, and was looking around at who else was writing out there, i came across a very talented and quirky writer named New York Moments.. she writes about life in NY as a single, confident woman.. i enjoy all her writings, because at one time in my life, i could have seen me as her.. living in new york.. except, instead of working in the financial district, i would be acting on broadway (more likely, off-off-off broadway!!) and loving the bohemian lifestyle..

one of the very first posts i ever read from her is the account of her personal experience on this day, 5 years ago, when all of our lives changed.. i can just see myself there, and can feel the terror and sadness that she felt..

she writes:

Sunday, September 11, 2005
The Day the World Came Crashing Down

I was up early that morning to vote in the primary election on my way to work. The weather was exceptionally beautiful-bright and crisp with not a cloud in the sky. The kind of weather that bode autumn.

After casting my vote, I hopped onto the downtown express bus and opened my copy of "Other Powers." I read all the way downtown, my eyes only leaving the book once to enjoy the view of the Brooklyn Bridge from the FDR highway.

I grabbed a coffee at my usual deli on the way into the office and soaked up the early morning atmosphere of Lower Manhattan. Since my first few weeks in New York, my dream had always been to work in the Financial District. From my first office on 34th Street I would gaze fondly at the view of the skyscrapers standing proudly at end of the island. Especially prominent were the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, literally towering above the highest of the others. Needless to say, I was more than happy to accept a job offer at 90 West Street (across the street from the WTC) five months after moving to New York. And when that job turned out to be a clusterf*ck, six months later I was even happier to accept a job at 140 Broadway (One block from the WTC).

I loved working in that area. It was bustling, charming, and festive all year long. At lunchtime I would often walk to Battery Park to enjoy the view, or shop at the World Trade Center or Century21. Happy hour was enjoyable whether we went to Bull Run, O'Neil's, John Street Bar & Grill, or The Greatest Bar On Earth at the top of the WTC1.

That morning at about a quarter to nine, I was perfectly happy drinking my coffee and checking my Hotmail. It was the sound that initially caught my attention and inspired me to look out of my North facing window. The sound of a plane at full throttle. There, heading South, I saw a very low-flying jetliner. And it was loud...So loud...I was frightened. I watched the plane until it was out of view, but I could still hear it. So loud, and so low. My heart was beating fast and I closed my eyes and held my breath, just waiting for it to pass, because I was afraid it was going to fall on top of our building. And then I heard it. The loudest noise I'd ever heard in my life. It was the same sound that a dumptruck makes as it bounces down the street, except this sound was 2,000 times louder than that. The sound of 2,000 dumptrucks bouncing down the street at once. And our building shook. My initial thought was that the plane had grazed the top of our building. Then someone shouted, "Look out of Dick's window," which faced West.

We all ran to the corner office and it looked just like a tickertape parade. Paper was falling out of the sky. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought a Yankee's World Series parade was passing down on Broadway. The paper never stopped falling, and there was black smoke rising from WTC1.

Looking at all of the paper flying around, and realizing that the plane had flown into the building, my mind instantly thought of the people. People must be hurt and killed, but I tried to erase thoughts like that from my mind. Maybe, somehow, everyone was OK. And several minutes later, we saw the firetrucks from the firecompany across the street from the WTC drive over as first responders. They looked so small from the 23rd floor. Just like toy trucks.

My parents were on a roadtrip visiting family, and had arrived in DC the night before. I didn't have their cellphone number, so I ran into my office and called my uncle in my hometown to find out if he had the number. I knew that I should call them and let them know I was OK, because they'd be worried if they watched the news. While I was on the phone with him, the sound of another crash and explosion assaulted my ears. It was the same exact sound, but 10 times louder than the first. "What the f*ck was THAT?" I shouted as I slammed down the phone and ran to the window.

I was just in time to witness a huge fireball flying out of the middle of WTC2. We all just stood there, speechless. And it was at that time that other, horror stricken co-workers started to run into the office. They told us stories. Stories of watching people jump out of the towers. Stories about seeing the carnage on the streets. Stories about watching the planes fly into the towers.

I'm a weak person, and I started to feel sick to my stomach. I didn't want to hear anymore of these stories. Some of the people in the office, mostly those who lived in Manhattan, said they were going to leave and go home. I didn't see any need for us to panic. The firefighters would fix everything. It would be OK.

We all stood in the corner office, watching the paper fall, and WTC2 burn. The paper kept falling. Some of it was on fire.

Then it happened. DJ, a woman with whom I worked, announced that she was going to leave and go home. Her boyfriend was watching the whole thing from his apartment in Tribeca and told her that we were being attacked and she needed to leave the building immediately. DJ was a cold, calculating, rational person. The most rational person I'd ever met. I was smart enough to realize that if SHE thought she needed to leave the building, the I should go with her. I asked her to wait for me, because I was coming with her. Just as I grabbed my bag to go, my mother called, and I told her that I was safe, and was on my way home.

DJ and I took the elevator down, and walked across the courtyard to 120 Broadway to catch the subway. As we were walking into the building, we saw thousands of people on the street all the way from the WTC to Chase Plaza behind us. They were all looking up at the towers. The fires were very high up in the sky, far away from the ground and us. I was sure that the firefighters would soon put out the flames, and all would be OK.

We were sprinting to the stairway, and asking everyone if the trains were still running. Most of them looked perplexed, as they has no idea yet what had happened. We didn't stop to explain. We ran down the stairs into the subway and ran even faster through the tunnel onto the platform. Luckily, we made it into the first car just as the doors were closing.

DJ got out at Grand Central to try and catch a Metro North train to Westchester, and I made it safely up to my stop on the Upper East Side. The first thing I did as I exited the subway was call my uncle and asked him to call my parents to let them know I had made it safely uptown. I spent about fifteen minutes watching TV with some neighbors at a pub on 1st Avenue before heading to my apartment. As I turned the corner onto my street, the doorman at the corner building told me that WTC2 had collapsed.

My heart stopped. I asked him to repeat what he said. It wasn't a joke. I broke down. The tears began falling and wouldn't stop as I walked down my block. I made it to my apartment, crying hysterically. I carried my dogs onto the bed and held them both tight as I sobbed uncontrollably.

Then I received my first phonecall. It was my oldest friend who still lived in our hometown. She has been watching TV, was worried about me, and implored me to move out of NYC. I told her I couldn't believe that one of the towers had collapsed. That's when she told me that the other tower was gone as well.

Words can't begin to describe the shock and the sorrow that hit me all at once. I sobbed and turned on the TV, hoping that it was all a terrible mistake...But, of course, it wasn't.

...I realize just how lucky I was that day. I left Lower Manhattan before the towers fell, and was lucky enough not to get caught in the cloud of toxic dust and dangerous rubble, as so many of my friends and co-workers did. I was lucky not to have lost anyone close to me. I was just lucky. However, that day was truly the beginning of the end of my life as I knew it...

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for some, it truly was the beginning of the end of their lives.. so many, too many, lost their lives in a blink of an eye.. for the rest of us, it definitely marked the end of an innocence, an arrogance, a closed eye toward the potential for anything like this to happen to us.. we woke up that day as we always had - going about our business - and in just a few moments, we were all shocked awake.. no longer could we go about thinking we were safe just because we live in America.. we had to instantly realize that there is an enemy out there bent on our destruction..

and we did wake up.. we pulled together.. we worked and fought to try to start making things right.. to show those who did this to us that we won't stand for such acts of terrorism..

in the five years following this horror, i hope we are still awake.. i hope we can all still remember who we are, and what we stand for.. we must - for those in new york - those in washington - those in pennsylvania - for those abroad in our enemies' lands - for those of us who love America..

monday's attack of the AWWWWWWW!!

interspecies awwwwwwwww!!!

jenny watch...

66 days in --- have lost 4.8 pounds since september 2!!!!

total loss so far: 26.7 pounds

omg!!! what a great week... i can't believe in just a little over 2 months i have lost almost 30 lbs!! i have also lost a total of 17 inches in the places we are measuring..

gotta keep it up...


watch out, kirstie, i'm right on your ass....

wooooooooooo hooooooooo! says Doug (me, too -- she is HOT HOT HOT!!!)

show your support for our troops...

i am a daily reader (shock!) of dave navarro's blog.. he normally posts about his life and his rockitude, but today's post was a bit different, and i wanted to pass his words along to my readers - please pass it along to yours, if you would..
here is today's post from dave:

We got this e-mail over at Spread Radio Live:

"Dave,

Dude thanks for doing what you do. Our office is under a bunch of Army
soldiers who were injured in current operations. A shout out from you would
make some of their days. If you are ever in Germany please take some time
to stop by and say hi to some of the finest Americans (and rockers) you will
ever meet. Cher stopped by a few weeks ago and it really lifted their
spirits and some of their spirits really need lifted. Anything you do would
be deeply appreciated. Peace.

My sincere thanks for the quick reply. A few of us just found out about the
web radio station and it is cool as hell. We are spreading the word. We are
in Kaiserslautern Germany-Kleber Army Kaserne, that is the belt between
Landstuhl Army Regional Medical Center (the place on the news where the
severely wounded end up) and Ramstein Air Force base. We are nine hours
ahead of you guys. So 7 pm is 4 am for us. Also government computers are
famous for blocking streaming feeds so generally we download what we can
off the site after the broadcast (although live was a totally killer idea).
Your support and the support of Spread Radio means a lot to the troops."

We are going to send a collective written e-mail to these men and women with supportive messages from all of the TPC Asylum Members, The 6767 Family, The SRL Mafia and anyone else who wants to conribute. For the next 24 hours, send your message (Subject: For The Troops) to: spreadradiolive@6767.com

if you would like, please send an email to dave TODAY (september 5th) by 8pm central time zone, and he will forward all our emails to these courageous men and women.. they really deserve our words of support..

thanks, yall...

monday's attack of the AWWWWWWW!!

sweet widdle kitty noises wif sweepy eyes... awwwwwwwwww!!

jenny watch...

59 days in --- have lost 2 pounds since august 26...

total loss so far: 21.9 pounds

lots of my clothes are too loose now.. and almost all of my belts are too big, too.. a good problem to have, for sure!!

i didn't work out at all this past week, so i reallllllllllllly need to get on the ball about that.. will try to get to the gym soon!

btw, Doug lost 4.7 pounds this week!!! OMG!!!! he is looking SOOOOOOO FINE!!!