Yeah! I'm Back!

You know, its no fun being a loser. Yes, LOSER! I let my blog be hi-jacked, Google hated me, it was the lowest! But by the power of the reset, and a little Canadian Club, I'm back!

First of all, big news. The ex is dating again. Not that I care, really. I am a little upset because I thought it would be me who would move on first. Yes I know, I did move on, but REALLY move on, not just a one sided ordeal. However, it just makes it that much more clear to me that I was NOT the love of his life. Her name is very similar to mine. You know, Tracy, Stacy? Anyway, he met her at the grocery store. He had his first OFFICIAL date (don't know what that means..) the day after what would have been our 19th anniversary. I know this because he had my daughter tell me. Not him. My daughter. When I asked him why, he said because he was afraid I would be mad. MAD? I asked him to leave! She is welcome to him! I know what this is. He needs someone to take care of him. He has always been taken care of. I believe that he will develop this into a serious relationship. He needs someone. Fine. I just wish he would have met some one at another grocery store. Because she works there. So, I can't go there. Otherwise, she might think I'm looking for her. I mean come on! Did he have to make the sweet hook up at the store where I shop?

He didn't tell me she worked there, he just started taking my kids through her check out lane. His mistake was taking the 17 year old. He figured it out. It pissed me off, because what did he think I was going to do? Confront her? Heck no! I'm a lady, and again, I don't want him. If I had not found this out, I might have gone through her aisle at the store. She might have thought I did it on purpose! You know, sometimes guys can be really dumb.

The Vice Presidential Debate

1) I'm glad a woman is in the running.
2) I'm sorry its not Hilary.
3) I thought Palin was going to get her ass kicked.
4) She did not.
5) I think Biden is going to be fodder for SNL more than she will, with his 3 person references.
6) I think the democrats are scared because everyone that I heard interviewed, said the vice presidental debate doesn't influence the election (it does, and it did).
7) She still scares the shit out of me.
8) I think John McCain doesn't want to be president, he choose her as a fall guy, and he is just happy to have a forum to say what he thinks.
9) I still think that Obama does not have the experience for the job, HOWEVER, he is totally a politician and plays the game very well.
10) Anybody who votes for the bailout, does NOT get my vote.

I'm Hurt

He and his wife had their baby. He e-mailed, texted, called his friends. I am not one of them. He will say it is because that is what I said. And I did. I told him he was a co-worker. I said that he had not been that red hot of a friend, and that he kind of sucked as a co-worker.

That kind of talk will get you removed from the friends list in a hurry.

I'm not going to lie. That's exactly what I did. I removed him from my contacts. I deleted him from the list of friends. I deleted every e-mail. I destroyed everything. That is what one does. They try to remove everything that will remind them of him. I totally did that. I seem petty and like a sore loser. I am. But, you see, I have to work with this man, so I can't rage at him. I am still trying to keep the illusion that no one knows. That I was that good at covering my tracks. I was asked to find out what he and his bride wanted as a wedding gift, as we were such good friends. I was asked several times if I knew if she had the baby yet? I would be one of those to ask, because we are friends, right? I told him once in an e-mail that his personal life was of no concern to me, when he complained that he wasn't getting enough sleep. I didn't want to know. Though I knew. But you see, I set the rules. He is just following my example. Probably shared the e-mail with his wife, who told him "She sounds like a stalker! Don't tell her anything." It is none of my business.

I've been betrayed. I was not shown courtesy. He knew. But he didn't give me any consideration. Remember, he broke my heart. I didn't even touch his. If he were a friend, he would have told me, even if I didn't want to hear it. But he didn't. He met a woman, got her pregnant, married her, swore others to secrecy, and then acts annoyed that I even know. I am only following his example.

Of course I'm bitter. But I can't even let anyone know that. All I am is a joke. A pathetic old woman who just needs to get a grip.

Country Music Television

I know. You're concerned. Why am I watching the above? While I admit, some of the show they have on are entertaining, there are a few that make me cringe. The same can be said of VH1 and MTV as well. But I don't want to talk about the shows. I want to talk about the commercials.

Yes.

I watch VH1 and CMT in the morning as I get ready for work. I want to listen to the music. I used to listen to the radio, but there isn't a lot of music there. It's always talk about "What is your most embarrassing moment? Bet it can't top Brittany's!" or "Gas price. Love them or hate them! Next caller!" (I confess, that is actually from a car commercial, but it's on the radio in the commercial). You get the idea. I want to listen to music while I drink my coffee, not a story. So the 2 above stations will play 2 videos in a row. Then a long string of commercials. But, because there are 2 stations, I can flip between the 2, and generally miss all the advertising.

I have been watch CMT this morning, and, I kid you not, I have seen the Lipozene commercial 10 times. I counted. Every commercial break, there is a Lipozene commercial. Every break.

I went to the website to say, "Quit calling us fat! It Saturday, ok! Save the self esteem commercial for the work week!". But they do not have a "contact us" button, drop down, whatever. They have blogs, but I don't think its appropriate to start a thread about this on the "Gone Country" blog. (But let's be honest, Sisqo was robbed!). But what is up with this? I flip over to VH1, and MTV (which kills me, I swear my I.Q. drops 10 points anytime I watch more than 10 seconds on that network), I even will watch MTV2, and none of these networks, which are all part of the MTV family, have this commercial on with the frequency that CMT does.

What are we supposed to think? I know its all about the money, but come on! Do they really think we're not going to notice how often its on?

I need a doughnut......

Cheating On My Bicycle

I love riding my bike. It is a very solitary activity, and at the same time, its a great group activity. I have taken my 2 youngest on the bike trail right by my house. Its fairly flat, paved, long enough, and just right for a 12 and 10 year old. I have occasionally taken my oldest son on a bike trail that was created from an old railway line. He likes that one as it has side trails and he and his friends can disappear from me and I am not too concerned. This trail is quite a ways a way, and gas prices what they are, it seems silly to drive to a place to ride a bike. Better to stay closer to home.

Its very easy to talk myself out of riding, though. Its raining, it's cold, it's winding, it's late, it's too early...you get the idea. So I have a stationary bike. I can ride it, watch tv. Only problem is, is that I do 30 mile and I don't break a sweat. Yes, I'm moving, but its not making me fill like I've accomplished anything. So, I have a treadmill. Now this treadmill is not a compact little thing. Yes it can fold up, but it really is huge, bulky, heavy. There is only one place for it and that is facing a wall. A wall of grey paneling.

So I have to keep occupied. I listen to my ipod. That occupies me for maybe a song and a half. I need something else. So I read. YOU READ!! HOW CAN YOU DO THAT? Well, I'm not going to lie to you: I'm not doing a four minute mile on this treadmill. I maintain a pretty good clip, for me. I walk, no problem 3.5 mph. 4 mph, I have to hold on and can only do that for a shorter amount of time. But by reading and listening to the ipod, I don't realize how long I'm on the treadmill, or how fast or slow I'm going. My treadmill has a timer and goes up to 99 minutes. There have been several times that while walking and reading, the treadmill just stops, because I've reached the time limit. I don't even realize that I'm doing it. It great, the feeling of stepping off, folding the treadmill back up. I feel like some workout stud! Hey, the treadmill quit, not me. I also have noticed the inches ever so slightly melting away. I can definitely see it in my face, and feel it around my waist.

But there's my bike. Sitting in the garage. Not moving. Getting dusty. Dirty. Angry. You know Hell hath no fury like a Schwinn scorned. I fully expect to go out there and find a few spokes missing. Maybe a flat tire. It's already starting. My reflector on the handle bars, just fell off. Just sitting in the garage. Not moving. It just dropped off the front and laid face down in a puddle of old oil. The chain is looking a little rusty too. The chain guard was bent the last time (oh, and how long ago was that? Do you think you can ignore me, and just expect that I will be here, at your beck and call!?) I took it out. The other bikes have moved away from it in the garage. My sons bikes have the wheel turned away from mine, as if to say "Don't look at it, if you don't make eye contact it won't see you." It's shameful, really. It's a perfectly good bike, it gives me as great a work out as the treadmill, yet I seem to be only care about the digital read out, and the heart monitor, and its younger and hipper.....

Wait. Maybe I'm just projecting. Then again, maybe not.

I will ride this weekend, I promise. That is if it doesn't rain, or it's warm enough, and not too windy....