Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Cooking Fool

Why is it that I find it necessary to volunteer myself and my home for Christmas Eve? Not that I mind the cooking, I really do love doing it, but it just seems that everything that can go wrong does. I have had an awful afternoon. There was more snow, I did not get all my shopping done, and my kitchen is a wreck. Not to mention that whatever magical thing that happens when one cooks and peels hard boiled eggs never happens for me. I am stuck peeling a bazillion little pieces of shell and completely ruining the nice smooth look of the egg. My deviled eggs look like cottage cheese thighs. And I should know, because I have them. The second batch fared better than the first. One third of the first batch is in my childrens tummies, another few were thrown across my kitchen and the rest thrown at the tree in the backyard. I am not neccesarily proud, but it did make me feel slightly better. But I seriously need to chill out. It's the most wonderful time of the year, right?

Sunday, December 21, 2008

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....

I just love snow. Really, there is just nothing like a good 14 inches being dumped on you in the matter of two days. And the -15F windchill? Just lovely. Yeah, I am so ready for summer already.

So I feel like I had something profound to write this morning when I started this blog but now it totally escapes me. Oh well. At least I only have one more day of work until my vacation. Thank goodness. I am so ready to be off work for a couple weeks. I do really enjoy my job but sometimes the monotony just kills me.

I am really excited for Christmas. We really did not get too much stuff this year. The kids have 9 gifts to open each, and most if it is pretty frugal stuff. The most costly would have to be the girl's dance competition warm ups. I would never in a million years spend $85 on a sweat suit for myself, much less my growing child. But since there was no choice in the matter, the suit was purchased. A little bit large to hopefully last a few years. I might have to get a second job just to afford her competition stuff for next year. Seems ridiculous, but she really does love it.

Now we are getting a Wii from my parents and s Wii Fit from Dan's Dad. I am not going to pretend that it is going to inspire me to workout more, but it does seem like it will be good fun.

So for next year I want to do something crazy. Not certifiable or anything, but something out of the ordinary for me. Like working out for an hour every day next year, or doing 1 push up daily and adding one onto it the next day, and so on, so that on December 31st 2009 I would be doing 365 push ups in a day. That probably will not seem too bad for the first few weeks of the year lol. But I have never been good with sticking with a plan. Maybe I should start working on that.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

2008 Reflections

I swear I think about this blog and just never get the inspiration to post. So since I am awake and everyone else is sleeping I guess now is as good a time as any. 

My weight loss has hit a wall. Not only did I hit the wall but it must have been made of rubber because it sprung me back a good 30 pounds or so. There I said it. I gained 30 pounds this year. It's not pretty. I am hanging onto 218 and praying I don't go up anymore. So 2008 is a wash. On the weight loss scale it is a year wasted, no doubt. From here I have 2 choices. I can wallow in self pity and defeat and just give it up, or I can fight it. Just because I failed this year does not mean that next year has to follow suit. I can change it, I can fix it, I can make it better. And I have half a month to figure out how to do so. I definitely have to step it up. I need to get my rear into the gym and on my bike. I need to be more conscious of the food I am putting in my mouth. I know what I need to do but now I need to learn how to just do them. 

I have been feeling very down on myself lately. As if I never do enough around the house. As if I am not as good of a mother as someone else. As if I am not as good of a wife as someone else. And the one thing I think I am finally starting to realize is that comparing myself to others is never going to get me anywhere but down in the gutter. Just because I am not Martha Stewart or Suppernanny does not mean I am any less of a person. I consistently give less than my all because I am afraid that I will never live up to standards that are just set too high. I am afraid of failing so I don't even try. Then I can tell others I have failed but never feel like a true failure because I have never put my all into it. But what if I do put my all into it and fail? Is it such a bad thing to say that for once I put my everything into something? So what if I don't succeed at the task at hand. It will be a huge personal success to just put my all into something. 

So here and now I claim 2009 as the year of Stacy. I will be 29 this year and as my final year in my 20's I expect it to be the best. I will work on myself mentally, spiritually, and physically. I will take care of myself and treat myself as the wonderful person I deserve to be treated like. I will transform my life into the woman I want to become, the woman I know is deep inside of me fighting to get out. The mother. The wife. The athlete. The housekeeper. The philanthropist. 

So onto goal setting. Goal setting, not resolution making. And I certainly have a few. So here we go:

1. The weight. Obviously it was going to be on there. I am giving myself the whole year to get down to my goal of 155. A whole year broken down is about 6 pounds per month. About 1.5 pounds per week. If I can eat right and exercise well I can do this by the end of the year.

2. Spiritual. Sometimes I let this get away from me. It is important to have Jesus in my life daily. I have improved upon this during this year, but I know I can get better. My swearing has improved. I think about things before I say them. I feel more guilt for the things I know I should not do or say. I want a closer relationship with Jesus, plain and simple.

3. Parenting. I know I will never be a super parent. I know this was not something I planned at this time in my life. But these children were a gift from God and he has left me this responsibility of shaping and molding their lives into productive, loving, wonderful adults. So instead of putting my wants first I must start putting them first-100% of the time, not just when it is convenient for me. My goal is to make that my first reaction.

4. Marriage. This is always a constant battle. Maybe not as much lately. One thing I have learned this year is that I can't expect to get much out of my marriage if I am not putting anything into it. So instead of expecting Dan to give me what I want I need to give him what he wants and know that I am going to eventually get fulfillment out of that. It is a two way street. I still need to work on it, but I am in a much better place than I was last year. I only expect things to get better this year. In December of 2009 I want to look back at this post and know my marriage is in a better place than it is today.

5. Community. This year I want to give more than I receive. Monetarily it is not easy but I can donate my time and effort. I know how good it feels to give and I want to have that feeling in my life daily. Goal- to find a way to give back on a consistent basis. Volunteer at church, volunteer in the community, find a way to do at least one thing every month. 

6. Money. Always a touchy subject. Right now with the economy going to crap I feel blessed to have a much as I do. I have a relatively stable job, as does Dan. We can pay our bills with a tiny bit left over. We can live comfortably even if we can't do everything we would like. We are almost finished with our bankruptcy, which is amazing. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. My black and white goal is to have a $1000 emergency fund saved by the end of the year. For some it does not seem like much, but when you are living paycheck to paycheck it is a lifeline. 

So, yeah. There they are, all laid out in black and white. Now I have to stick with them. I am going to print them out and look at them daily. I want to keep them on my mind as a daily reminder of what I am doing with myself for 2009. So now that I have my goals I need to set up my plan. I need support. I need accountability. That's where my coaching comes in. I still have not decided if I am going to go public with this and let you read it J, but maybe soon I will. 

Right now I feel pretty good about things. I just hope I can continue with that.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I never thought it would come to this...

But for the first time in almost 2 years I ate something fully intending to throw it up immediately. I can't say i have never puked from this lapband, or that I have never taken an extra bite or two when I knew I should not, but this is the first time I have put something in my mouth knowing that I was going to bring it back up. And it really scared the heck out of me. Not because I did it, but because of how frightfully easy it was to do. How not painful it was. How easy it would be to hide it. I did the bulimia thing for about 5 minutes in high school (what fat girl didn't) and it was awful. Horrible. Downright putrid. Painful. Disgusting. Hence the reason it lasted 5 minutes and was not the cure to my fatness then. But this? This was too easy. Easy enough to be scary. I don't want to be this weak again.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Charlotte's Web

So last night there was this gargantuan spider outside my doorwall. I mean this thing was so big that I half expected to see the words "Some Pig" woven into the web, which was about 4 feet wide. So I figured if I used the wasp and hornet spray I could stand about 13 feet away while spraying the thing down. After emptying about a half a can of the stuff on him and the web I realized he was never going to die. I mean it was amazing how he was covered in the foam and just shook it off and kept crawling around. Finally I got one of DH's shoes and the flyswatter and doing my best girlie shriek ran at the thing with the shoe, hit it against the window, and repeatedly beat it on the ground with the flyswatter until it was in about 9834759 pieces. Then I needed a Valium. The kids of course thought this whole thing was hilarious. DH just sat back and watched the whole thing. Sometimes I think he is more of a sissy girl than me. At any rate, the spider is dead. And I did not sleep well. At about quarter of two I woke up to two cat or something fighting in my backyard. I have good sounds effects to go along with this but I just can't do them justice via blogger. In fact the spider story is funnier if I can tell it to you with fun hand gestures and sound effects. Anyhow, so after I got up and saw not cats anywhere I went back to bed. Within 5 minutes I hear some some guy yelling obscenities like about how he was going to beat the person he was talking to down. I assume he was on the phone because I did not hear another voice yelling back. And it was more of a "I am going to shoot you down" conversation than anything else. Usually when people get too loud in the middle of the night I will yell out my window for them to shut up. But there was banging on my fence and I'll admit, I was a little scared. Probably the first time I have ever felt really scared in my own house like that. This is the penalty I pay for buying a corner house down the street from the ghetto I suppose. Had I know I would have sicced good old Charlotte on him pre-death. There is a good chance she could have taken him down.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Another day another dollar

Only 7.5 more hours and then I can leave, right? Don't get me wrong, I do like my job. A lot. But sometimes dealing with all of the cranky people I work with just makes me miserable. I don't want to sit on the edge of my bed every weekday morning of my life giving myself a pep talk about coming into work. I shouldn't have to. And I just get so frustrated sometimes looking at all of the dishonesty and corruption going on around here. So many people think they are just entitled to a paycheck. For instance some of the drivers here have hardly any kind of a route to run anymore. They can go home and do their housework, mow the lawn, take a nap, work a second job, whatever. And no one questions it. People can have FMLA leaves (probably the number 1 most abused thing around here) and take every weekend off using this and no one questions it. People can be stalked and made to feel unsafe, go to HR complaining and they don't even question it. It seems like no one in this organization has any balls to do the right thing. Put lowjack on the work vans, investigate medical claims, start providing a safe environment for your employees. It just makes me so angry.

So I am definitely going to the group thing on Saturday. One of my banded friends is going also. I am still having trouble doing things alone. I don't know why I am so anxious about it. Friday I am supposed to be doing this thing at church, joining a small group. I am so nervous about it. I am just socially retarded I think. I am so bad with meeting people and talking to people. I mean once I know them I don't shut up. People I know are shocked to hear me say I am shy. Well I am with new people. It is the meeting and greeting part that scares me.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Well darn it...

I missed a day lol.

So I got my fill yesterday after a whole lot of complaining about it. My surgeon does not like to do fills before he goes on vacation, and of course he is going to Mexico next week. Plus he was in a crabby mood yesterday. Plus I had to deal with this because I was working in his office (as I used to) to help out. So I had to wait until he was in a good mood from some compliant patients and they sneak myself in the exam room. Then I turned on the waterworks. Needless to say it worked. I am back up to 3cc in my band. And I actually followed my full liquid diet yesterday and so far today. Usually I do not do that, but I am a little freaked out that this may be a bit much of a fill. Last time I was at 3cc I needed an unfill badly. But since I have been eating so much and gaining I needed something to jump start my weight loss. If I follow the rules it will be fine.

When I started this whole thing I really expected to be at goal by now. I expected this whole process to be cake. I mean seriously, I would just barf if I ate too much. WRONG. Sometimes I throw up, but more often than not I miserably keep the food down. I can still eat until I get sick. Granted it is less than before but it is still not a healthy habit. And it needs to change. As of yesterday I had gained 21 pounds. So yeah, it is possible to gain once you have had WLS.

I am going to be starting group therapy on Saturday. It is only $20 per session and it is every other week. I think it will be helpful. I really need some individual therapy as well. Hopefully this lady will work out and she accepts my insurance. It is important to me to fix up the inside now. I don't think the outside is going to improve much more without doing something about the inside.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

It hurts

to be a Lions fan. I need valium an booze just to make it through every sunday.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Just to continue the trend...

of posting daily.  I don't have much to say other than I am tired and blah.

Friday, October 3, 2008

So tired of the BS

I am so sick and tired being treated like some sort of second class citizen. I am generally not rude to people and pretty much just stick to myself at work. There is a woman that works here that is channeling her inner satan on a regular basis. She is just downright mean and evil to me. Rude and obnoxious is a good word. Any chance she get she goes whining to our supervisor about something she thinks I have or have not done. Witch get a friggin life. I am sick and tired of smiling pretty and trying to be nice to you when you can't even say hello when you walk by my desk in the morning. You are mean and you are a evil. This woman once told my boss during one of our discussions that she was raised "a good irish catholic girl". Umm yeah, whatever the heck that means. If that means judging everyone that walk by, trying to get people in trouble for petty things, purposely causing trouble, and just downright being rude to others, then yeah I guess you were raised that way. Oh and just because you have 92870298347 pictures of Jesus is your cubicle does not make you a good Christian. It just makes you a hypocrite.

Okay now that I have that out of my system. Ugh. It just makes me so happy for the weekend. Tomorrow DH is going to the Michigan game and I am going to take the minis to Home Depot. They do this free woodworking project the first Sat. of each month and the kids love doing it. I believe they are making wooden fire engines this month. Correction, I am making wood fire engines this month. They are too cute, but way too little to do all that hammering. It is a fun time though. Then maybe we will hit up the apple orchard. Good times, good times.

So I am thinking that I need a fill. I ate an entire cheeseburger for breakfast. And in like 10 minutes. So very bad. I need to face the facts. I am failing here. I am not following the bandster rules I should be and I need to start doing it now. I keep putting off this fill because I get sick when I eat, but I am eating too much. I am taking huge bites which is what is causing my sickness. I am just eating how I used to eat and I need to change that.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Ignorance is bliss....

Did I really need to know that a Tim Horton's large double double is 230 calories? Because now that I know I can't make the conscious decision to drink another one ever again. I mean, seriously. Seriously. Seriously! I suppose I could just use some fat free creamer and splenda but it is just not the same. I guess it is time to put on my big girl pants and deal with it. That is like 6 weight watchers points. 1/4 of my daily total. I think I liked WW more when I was 280 and got like 35 points a day. This 22-25 bullshit sucks. And yes I am dieting again thank you very much.

Oh and 3 days in a row must be some kind of new record.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

So here I am again...1 day later

See I can get on here 2 days in a row.

So food was not too bad yesterday. That is, if you consider pizza for 2 meals, cake and chocolate dunkers not too bad. Yeah, I have problems. But I can't help it if there is a going away party at work and my FIL decideds to buy us dinner. Who am I to argue, right?

So DH did not get the job at the hospital. Apparently they care more about what someone did as a young teenager than what they have done for the last 12 years of their life. I am pretty disappointed. For all of the corruption and dishonesty I witness on a daily basis from this place, it disgusts me that a good quality person like DH can't get employment. Upset and angry. Not to mention I am frustrated to not have heard from my interview last week. You don't want me, fine. But at least give a girl a call or something.

Yep, I can see this turning into some sort of ridiculous pity party.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Ohhh wait.......

Make that 3 things. I did do a 50 mile bike ride this year also. In the blistering cold wasteland they call Ohio. I guess remembering is not my forte either.

Oh and just to add it because I can, I firmly believe Satan herself works in my office.

Not only am I the worst blogger....

But I may also be the worst Lapbander/Planner/Exerciser/Vegetarian/Follow througher on the planet.

Let's see...it's been, oh I don't know, a good six months or so since I remembered I had a blog. Probably about 5 months since I remembered I was a vegetarian, 14 years or so since I actually followed through on something. Not to mention my fat ass is not getting off the couch for anything less than 4 cookies or some other sort of insulin raising foulness. The lapband I remember though. A constant reminder that I can't puke when I want to, but can absolutely blow chunks when I don't wanna. But hey I can still manage to gain about 20 pounds over the fucking summer. Who does that? I mean, seriously? Oh yeah, me.

Oh waaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttt. I forgot about my great Planning skills. Looking back over my goals for the year, what have I done? Out of 7 months, I think I may have done 2 things. The Palm (which was excellent) and the Muddy Buddy. WTF can't I seem to do any local events but you know my ass is out travelling to Chicago to do other races? Oh yeah, because they have good pizza. Motivated by food, no wonder I was 278 pounds.

But now I am feeling like I am back to square 1. 207 was my weight yesterday. I swore I would never get back above 200 (poor planning skills...ding, ding, ding). I have got to figure something out here. With all of the sugar back in my life and the introduction of the Triple Layer Nacho from Taco Bell (only 89 cents and always delicious) I have got to gain some control.

Baby steps? Would daily blogging help my quest? Bwahahahahahahahaha. That actually involves remembering that I have said blog. Perhaps setting this up as my homepage? I don't even think that would help. I read other peoples blogs daily and still manage to forget about my own. But maybe I will try it....

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I am the worst...

Blogger on the planet. I so need to update more. But hey it has only been like a month and a half, right? I am down to about 187 now. I am not working as hard as I should be but I am just waiting for the weather to clear up now. There is still snow on the ground and it is ass cold outside. I got me a nice new bike and I am itching to take her on a nice long ride. Her name is Big Sexy btw. And she is. Very sexy. And that's about all I am going to update for the next month or so lol.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

I am so bad at updating....

Well tings are going well. My quest to update the page has pretty much not worked out as well as I would have liked but then again I am been hella busy the last few weeks. My weight is down to 193 which is impressive since we had our girls weekend last weekend and I did not gain the 5 pounds i was expecting. I need to chill out and think like a thin girl. Thin girls don't expect to gain 5 pounds in a weekend. They don't think drinking occasionally will cause massive weight gain. If I want to be normal I have to chill out and start thinking like a normal girl. Weight loss is going well. Slow but well. And I am not really trying to watch what I eat other than the whole vegan thing and my anti sugar campaign. I have had a few slips here and there. I had a piece of pie up north and I had some buttery popcorn last night. I guess it would be different if I were doing this for the suffering of animals and whatnot but since it is for dieting purposes only I guess a cheat here and there is not out of the norm. Two small cheats out of however many time I ate last week is really next to nothing.

Girls Weekend was a blast. We had a great time and it was only 4 of us this year. Friday we hung out at the cabin and drank. Saturday morning we hit up Big boy for breakfast and then went to the bar in town for a few hours. Then we went back to the cabin and relaxed before getting ready to go to the LimberLost inHoughton Lake for TipupTown. We had a damn fine night at the bar. We met these guys that were up there a few years ago. One of which had given Angie head. Apparently she had told him she was kind of a big deal so he and his friends were all trying to figure out who she was. Anyhow every time some walked over they were like "hey so and so there is the girl Jeff ate out 2 years ago". It was fucking hilarious. Probably the most mortifying experience of her life but the rest of us were pissing ourselves over it. Then we went back to their cabin and hung out because there was no way any of us could make the 30 minute drive to Grayling. I slept in the car in -10 degree weather because things were getting a little too heated inside and I wanted nothing to do with that. It was awesome and amazing to be hit on by so many guys at the bar, and get free drinks, and dance but deep down I just missed Dan and wished he could be there. Funny how out of the 4 of us Ang was the only one who was single. Those boys picked the wrong group to bring home for some play. But it was good times. Loves it.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

It's been a few days....

I have been busy as hell this week. My house was a fucking wreck this morning since no one knows how to clean shit around here but me. I think I was home a total of 3 hours this week while not sleeping. UGH. I am looking forward to this lazy weekend to be followed by next weekends laziness (Girl's weekend woot).

So last night Jenn and I took the girls to the Hannah Montana concert. i"m not gonna lie, I had an awesome time. Our seats were in the last row lol. But we were there. We took the girls to Libby LU and they got their hair and nails done before the concert. They had an amazing time. I was so glad we decided to do this, because I think they will remember it forever. And with $30 t shirts they had better.

I am still going strong on my vegan mission. I am now down to 194 so it is definitely helping. I have officially lost all of my weight I gained over Christmas ?(10 pounds) plus and additional pound. So I figure I am about 5 pounds from my lowest adult weight of 189. I am almost there. I only have 16 more pounds to go before I hit 100 pounds lost. I really want it to happen by my band date (Feb 6) but I am pretty sure that is pushing it majorly. 16 pounds in 20 days is not so doable unless you are on the Biggest Loser or something. I don't want to be unhealthy.

Anyhow that's about all for now. I have a 3 mile run to get in tonight and that's pretty much it for me today.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Life blows

That is just pretty much how I feel right now. I know it is PMS. I know it will pass. But every month when it gets so bad I start to wonder if this will be the month I drive my car into a tree for shits and giggles. I hate how fucking ridiculous emotional I get when I am on my period. How fucking mood swingy I get. I think there is something fucking wrong with me. seriously.

I did get my workout in today. I did a resistance class that pretty much kicked my mother fucking ass. My arms are still hurting. In fact sleep is sounding good right now. I'm out.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Can't stop eating

I don't know what it is about today but I can not stop putting food in my mouth. I obviously must be bored. I keep wanting to go back to old habits and just shove my face full of nasty shit. Like spray cheese. Like fucking cheese that comes out of a can has any kind of nutritional value. Hell No. It is nothing but a chemical shit storm. I don't need to be putting that kind of shit into my body. I don't need that shit. I need some good healthy nutritious food. I need to have a fucking piece of fruit or something. A damn fucking salad, though what the fuck do vegans put on their salad? Oil and vinegar? That's like rotten ass to me. I can't understand how the fuck people like vinegar. Smells like shit. Top it off with the no sugar shit and there are about 4 things I can eat. Okay I know that is not true but still. I guess I am just having a pity party and I need to give it up. I am never going to get anything out of pitying myself. It really is an overrated waste of my time and effort. I suppose I should stop bitching and start doing eh? Eventually this is going to be the way of life for me. Food will become less important. Oh fuck. I am about to start my period, now it all makes sense. Maybe I will treat myself with half a Chocolate Larabar later, that might help the cravings. Too bad those things are a bit high in fat, but I am glad they exist. Tasty and will be good for me to use when I start biking again in Spring.

So since it is January I guess I should set some goals or something. Here is what I am looking at.
April- Half Marathon
May-50 mile bike ride
June-Palm (week long ride across Michigan)
July- Triathlon
August-Muddy buddy
September-100 mile ride
October- Full Marathon

That gives me something to look forward to every month. My marathon training plan actually starts in April so it will definitely keep my busy all summer along with my cycling. I can't say I will ever do another marathon, but I want to finish at least 1 in my lifetime. So why not get er done this year. I also will probably throw in a few more local fun runs and rides but those are all TBD. These are the main goals I want to be accomplishing this year. I definitely want to get my plastic surgery done this year also but I am not sure when. Initially I was planning on the beginning of summer but I don't want to be all shacked up when it is so nice out. I want to work out and enjoy my summer. So I am thinking end of November and taking off until the beginning of 2009. Then I should definitely be down to goal and ready to get all fixed up. Plus the weather will suck and I won't want to be outside anyhow. Sounds brilliant to me.

Friday, January 4, 2008

I need to stay away from the PETA website

I can not go back there. I made a concious decision to stop eating meat for health reasons but now I think dairy and eggs are pretty much out the window too. I can not watch those videos again. Hell I could not even make it through them the first time. I am so sick to my stomach right now it is not even funny. I can't even jusitfy eating that shit an longer. Ugh.

Well the resolutionists at the gym are driving me absolutely batty. They need to learn some track etiqutte. If you are going slow you need to stay to the inside. Don't walk the opposite way traffic is flowing. Don't walk in the running lane. Don't stop on the track. Common fucking sense people. It should not be as difficult as you are making it.

So sugar is part of my past now. I gave the kids some M&Ms that we had left over from Christmas and did not even think of wanting them. Definitely a change from last week. I am one week sugar free and one week flesh free. I would love to get this veggie diet in with the rest of the family but I just can't see any of them going for it. Plus the kids nutrition worries me. I don't think I am that knowledgable yet to make sure they are getting what they need. So maybe some time down the line, just not yet.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Black balled

So the no sugar thing is going well. I feel great today despite only getting 3 hours of sleep last night. I had this plan to go buy DH some running shoes to cheer him up after his long morning at the dentist. Well right after I got home from work his temporary crown fell out and we were back to the dentist for a couple more hours. Finally we got to go get the shoes but I have still yet to work out. Soon though, soon.

So last night we go to the bowling alley with some of Hubby's friends (coworkers actually) and a few of their friends. We get there and I spend 10 minutes searching high and low for an acceptable ball. I find one, but the thumb hole was a little small (this become semi relavant later on) Anyhow we go down to our lane and start to bowl. A few frames in a couple come up to the lane next to us. Well the girl must have decided she did not like her ball because she started to use my pretty blue one. Okay no biggie. Well I'll be damned if she did not snatch my ball straight out of the ball return while I was waiting for it in the middle of my frame. Seriously? Who the fuck does that? So I loudly tell my husband I am going to get a new ball since that one had a small thumb hole. I spend 10 more minutes finding a new ball. I bring it back and a few more people join us. We start the next game and the girl is grabbing a new ball each time she was bowling. It got to the point where one of the people with us held her ball on her lap after her turn. So then she does it again. She takes my new ball right out of the ball return in the middle of my fucking turn. She throws it in the gutter again and I tell her it doesn't matter which ball she uses, it is still going in the gutter so stop touching mine. Finally that worked. I also ran into her boyfriend because he had a problem staying in front of his own lane. After the 4th time of stepping in front of me I just plowed into him. They were the most obnoxious people to be sharing lanes with. And the best part would have to be when I looked at the ball return where there were about 5 black balls and 3 other balls and screamed out something about how much I love black balls. The funny part would probably be that I was one of three white people in the entire place. Our whole group of black friends thought it was hilarious though. SO I was the black ball lover all night long.

Nice eh?