success is so sweet

i worked out a ton (for me) today. first a very brisk 30 minute walk at work. then 40 minutes of intense cardio/strength training video at home tonight. i ate some junk at work today and was happy to see that even after logging my calories (i do this a few times a week) and my exercise, i burned enough to make up for the junk and keep a 600 calorie "deficit".

enter bf tonight at 9:30, french silk pie blizzard (my fave) in hand. guilts me into eating it. so much for the calorie deficit...

i have 11 pounds left to hit my long term goal. 2 pounds to hit my short term goal. most of all i just want to fit comfortably into my summer clothes. i am pretty much there now, so that's good. i've been managing to exercise regularly for a few weeks and it is making a difference. the trick will be to keep it up.

but...boys with blizzards could definitely undermine my progress!

and if it weren't for these damn minnesota winters, i wouldn't be putting on "winter weight" in the first place!

racial irony

saturday night we were invited to dinner at the home of the bf's dad and step-mom. the plan was to celebrate easter, a birthday and a recent graduate. we marked it on the calendar and planned to attend with all four of the kids. 

saturday morning we got a call from the bf's dad. the bf let it go to voice mail. upon checking his voice mail, the bf groaned and replayed it over for me to hear. it went something like this:

"i am just calling to let you know that "the graduate" (the bf's step-sister) is dating a "black gentleman" and is planning to bring him and his young daughter for dinner this evening. i just thought i'd give you a head's up so you can tell the kids about it. i don't want them to be shocked when they walk in the house."

wtf???????

besides this being a totally sad, white bread, minnesota response, it is also extremely ironic considering this fact: THE BF IS FREAKING ASIAN! (adopted from korea by his white bread parents.)

needless to say, the bf and i didn't say anything to the kids. and were they shocked when they walked in? nope. and it made me very proud.

BEWARE of raccoon!

isn't it cute? looks cuddly even, right? but i bet you didn't know just how dangerous these little suckers are!

sunday night on the way to take his kids home, the bf ran over a raccoon. he heard a loud thump and his initial reaction was to feel really bad for the raccoon. he turned the car back around to make sure the creature wasn't suffering, prepared to put it out of it's misery if need be. for some reason he gets out of the car at this point. to make sure it's really, really dead? i don't know. but just past the raccoon he saw a few bits of metal and plastic. pieces. of. his. car! he looks towards the car and sees that there is a a gouge out of the front bumper. he sighs, thinking about how this poor car has been through a lot of "cosmetic" issues, so bf just sighs again and puts the pieces in the trunk. goes along on his not so merry way.

the bf pulls the car back onto the road and points it in the direction of home. he still has about 35 minutes to go. after a few miles he notices smoke coming out of the hood, figures he must have raccoon debris somewhere under the hood. he keeps driving. goes a few more miles and realizes that the needle on the temperature gauge is steadily moving towards "hot". he just about makes it to the nearest town when the car decides it has had enough. the bf barely makes it off the highway and onto a gravel road. the car is as dead as the raccoon.

he calls me and i wake the kids and drive the 20 minutes to pick him up. he decides he won't do anything about the car until morning. because he procrastinates, he does nothing monday. tuesday night he decides we should drive out and see if the car will start. no go. so he decides he will call a tow truck in the morning. morning comes. someone from work tells him his car wasn't there when they drove by on the way in. bf makes some calls. finds out that the county has towed the car. but not the closest town. not to the county seat. oh no. they drag it to some mom and pop shop in a little town about 25 minutes out of the way.

the bf finally gets hooked up with pop from the mom and pop shop. pop tells him the tow will set him back $100. he tells the bf that he just "happens" to have a service shop in addition to towing. if he gets the car fixed there, the tow charge is reduced to $50. mr. crooked pop proceeds to tell the bf that he also won't charge for "storage" if he gets the car fixed there. this pisses me off. makes me want to scream for the obvious corruption! why would they tow the car to a rinky-dink shop in a ghost town way out of the way? the car was 2 miles from a bigger town with more options. corruption, plain and simple.

today mr. rinky dink calls the bf with some news. the car needs a new radiator, and a bunch of other crap. also he thinks the raccoon cracked a head gasket and not on the raccoon's head. head. on. the. motor! READ: car needs new engine. all because of a run in with an effing raccoon! i've seen deer do way less damage.

the insurance company is going to look at the car tomorrow. it will most likely be declared totaled. unbelievable.

screw deer. watch out for those little bastard raccoons!