Oops my whistle boy has no class. yipes 2000!

I know that you're thinking the title to my post today sounds so familiar that it's just on the tip of your tongue. I know you think you know where it's from. I just know it.

However, it may not be as commonplace as you would have first thought. (surprising, I know.) It's actually what I found on the back of a letter sent to me by April. She stuck a bunch of word stickers together to come up with that phrase. I tell you, I laughed for 10 minutes straight. And tears came to my eyes.

I am going to a Badger hockey game this weekend. The thing I'm most looking forward to is eating out in a restaurant. How sad am I? I feel like I'm deprived sometimes of social situations.

Well, I've now officially lost 10½ of the 17lbs. I gained while in a not-so-good relationship. I hope to lose the other 6½ by the end of January, if I don't give up. Then, if I feel like it, I'd like to lose the 15lbs I gained while with Jeremiah (Unibrow) and then after that, it would be nice to lose the 30lbs I gained while with Jeff. In case these numbers don't help your mental image of me, just know I'm huge!!

I tell you what, though, I'm so not dating anyone for at least 2 more years. If I want to date when I'm 30, then maybe I will, but not until then. Men obviously do nothing for me but make me an emotional eater. I think I'd rather be alone than be fat and unhappy with someone who treats me like crap. I know, I know. I'm crazy to want that, but I think it's for the best.

Other than that, I'm boring. Really, really boring.