The Candyland Perspective

I have a feeling that today will be a very strange day. It's leap year 2012! Last night, my friend Camree had a baby girl. We were so hoping for a leap year baby, but got a happy healthy little pink girl an hour or so early. Hooray! This morning I stopped at 7-11 before getting to work. I went in for a string cheese and a Sprite Zero, but came out with 2 cheeses, the Sprite Zero, and a Boston Cream donut. Sigh. Anyway, on my way in, a gentleman winked and smiled at me. For real. A wink. What year is it? Who does that? I know who. He is the same gentleman who, about this same time last year, allowed me to go ahead of him in line at the same 7-11 and said "just one of the privilidges of being a beautiful woman." Thank you sir for the compliments. I'll admit it: they're nice. But dude, a wink? Really? Okay, so maybe it won't be the weirdest day ever. I am looking forward to the rest of it though. I am only just starting to look forward to

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I need to lose weight.  I want to lose weight.  I am going to lose weight.  Sooner rather than later, please. I'm 36 years old.  I've been saying this on my very own for almost twenty years now.  I've been told this for more than thirty years.  You'd think I'd get it under control one of these days soon.  Well, clearly I have not.  I've had some moments of success.  I once lost 50 pounds all on my own.  I faithfully followed the South Beach Diet and did quite well.  I moved across the country to be closest to the one I love, marry him, and all that, and that was the end of the weight loss success that was most recently known.  Sigh. I'm in a funk.  I like exercise...sorta.  I LOVE food though.  I love easy food.  I love sugary food.  I love bright springy food.  I love fattening food.  I love healthy food.  I freakin' love food.  I love lots of it.  I love it often.  I love it when I'm sad.  I love it when I'm happy.  I love it when I'm

I'm househunting right now, and I came across one of my biggeset pet peeves.  Perhaps this bugs me because I actually work in the real estate industry.  I am the one who puts houses on the market.  I am the one who goes and takes the photos.  I am the one who writes up the ads.  I am the one who does everything she can to give the best and most honest photographic and written portrayal of a home to prospects.  I am also the one who gets to have the not-so-fun conversation with homeowners about the need to de-clutter their homes.  I am the one who on occasion will even make an unmade bed, shove junk in a box, or hide things out of the camera's view just so I can get the best shot.  It's not hard.  It's necessary.  I know this because when I come across photos of a home where the inside is such a disaster that it's hard to imagine my own stuff there, then I just breeze right on by it, and consider another home.  I am the type of house hunter who combs the internet f