mini what?

What's the mini for in miniAnn? Potential answers (some of which are correct, some of which aren't):

I'm a dwarf or little person.
I'm a people version of mini M&M's.
I drive a mini cooper.
If I were a mouse, I'd be Minny Mouse.
I love mini bars in hotel rooms.
I have an unhealthy obssession of Verne Troyer.
Love those frosted mini wheats.
I listen to an iPod mini.
I own a few mini skirts.
I'm a miniature version of my imaginary twin sister.

Halfway

So I'm doing the whole getting healthy thing that's in vogue right now. With the aid of weight watchers, I've managed to lose 25 pounds as of this past Saturday. This is the first time I've ever lost this much and I'm seeing a difference in my body's shape. My little incentive to myself was to buy a new, uh, titsling (10 points to anyone who knows what movie this is from without googling it). Gotta say, I was ready to run home and post the dimensions of said titsling. But, on better judgement, I'm not. Let's just say I'm now the same orchestra size I was in 9th grade, but not the same glass size. Unfortunately, the sling's orchestra has to be taken in so I won't actually get it for another week and a half. Hopefully I'll have it in time for my husband's company's annual christmas party.

Finding a dress for said Christmas party will likely end up as another post.

Decade

In talking with my husband last night, we realized we've known each other for 10 years. We met online. It is so interesting how far our culture has come in the past decade. Now, no one bats an eye when I tell them I met my husband over the internet. When we were "dating" (you can't really call it dating when you're 900 miles apart) and in the first years of our marriage, I'd get the strangest looks from people when telling them how we met. Some people were fascinated by it, others thought we were nuts (including my parents at first). In the olden days of online dating we had to cross 6 states up hill both ways to meet our online interest. Not so with all the dating sites out there today. Also seems to be a lot more dangerous today. Most folks have a computer and internet access, including the crazies.

So, 10 years. That's a long freaking time. 11 years ago I would never have thought I'd meet the love of my life, let alone marry him and move away from Mississippi. In a state like MS, where teen pregnancy is high, education and job opportunities are low, there are always the kids whose goal it is to "get out." Especially if you're in a small town. I lived in two places in Mississippi - one had a population of around 20,000, the other 2000. I spent most of my childhood and teenage years in the larger of the two places. Somewhere in between was the 2k town where I spent 3 miserable years. When my family lived there, I was one of the kids who was going to "get out." Heh, I was also one of the kids who the town probably wouldn't have wanted to stick around because I asked too many questions and was a feminist. Anyway, when I wanted to get out of that town, that was it - just get out of that town. I eventually got my wish and my family moved back to the 20k town. I never had much desire to move away from there. If I hadn't met my Virginian, I'd probably still be there.

So, 10 years. I didn't date much before I met my husband (not that I date much now that we're married). I'm sure if I'd realized how much power the ta-tas can yield I'd have taken advantage of it. But due to other issues, I didn't know about that. I never thought I'd get married, never really expected to have kids so its a bit surprising to look back and think about that. My husband basically had the same expectations that I did. Maybe we weren't meant to meet until we were older, too old to have children, but that damn internet thwarted the fates. Riiiight. We could potentially spawn children that weren't meant to be in this world! Think of what they could do that shouldn't be done! They could invent a time-traveling device that rips apart space-time and life as we know it will end. The world is going to end cause of unprotected sex and the internet. I just turned 30, let's say I birth these babies within the next 5 years. I should spawn at least two so they can collaborate on this project together, and they will likely invent it in their mid-to-late 20's, maybe early 30's. And with my family history, they'll work out of my garage since they'll still be living at home. Folks, you got rougly 30 years to wrap up all your loose ends before the world ends. Maybe 40 if the kids are slow.

Where's Auggie?

Here's a few pictures of my office at home. I finally started setting it up a few weeks ago. In the office I have two matching desks that my husband and his friend had in college. As you can see, there's the one in the fore-front of the picture and one against the wall behind it with my desk chair and an IKEA poang chair between them. So there really isn't a whole lot of space to move around. Somehow, my 85 pound dog manages to squirm his way under the desk to be right under my feet. He does this at work too, as seen in my previous post. He does this just about anywhere - at our dining room table (but only when we're actually sitting at it, at my mother-in-law's, at our patio table outside that has a ground clearance of maybe a foot, at friends' homes. His moto is "Where ever there's a table with people gathered around it, I'll find a way to lay under it."

Life is so hard

Auggie says -
Sucks to be forced to go to work with mommy. I get back at her by laying under her desk so she has no leg room.

Patch this.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/HEALTH/11/10/patch.warning.ap.ap/index.html

Gotta say, this really ticks me off. I switched from depo provera to the patch about two years ago. Told my doc I was sick of the acne side-effects of depo and wanted to go on the pill instead. She convinced me to give the patch a try instead of the pill. I was on it for about a month when I started having very severe abdominal pain. I can remember sitting in traffic on 66 and thinking that if I couldn't get over to the side of the road I was going to get in an accident. The pain usually lasted anywhere from 5 - 10 minutes and then went away like nothing happened. When it first started, I didn't associate it with the patch at all. But that was the only thing that had changed recently as far as medication or lifestyle. The last time I experienced the pain it was so bad I couldn't walk and ended up laying down on the floor in our dining room. My husband was beside himself so he called the emergency after-hours number for the gyno. A few minutes later she called back and after explaining what was going on she had no explanation except that it couldn't possibly be the patch. Her only suggestion was to call the next morning to schedule an appointment and if it came back go to the emergency room. I told her I was taking it off just to be on the safeside and you know what her response was? In a very condescinding tone, "You know you aren't protected against pregnancy now?" What the fuck? You don't say? Well geez lady, I guess I can manage to use a condom if it means I'm not going to double over in pain.

After a lot of bitching on my end, they manage to find a way to work me in the next day to see the nurse practitioner. She finds nothing wrong with me - surprise, surprise. But still assures me it isn't the patch and that its perfectly safe. I'm not convinced, so I switch to some variation of the pill. I've not had a problem since I took off that goddamn patch. And I've not been back to that sorry excuse for a doctor or clinic. Wonder what would have happened if I had listened to the trained professionals and stayed on the patch.

Have you any wool?

My anal husband gave me shit about the sheep mewing title. He says sheep bah or bleat, not mew. He had me search google to prove his point. http://www.kiddyhouse.com/Farm/Sheep/sheep.html, Sheep do mew, but bleat rhymes with sheep so I changed it. BAAAAAAH.

So much for that.

Started this sucker and forgot about it (kind of like the weight bench except didn't forget about it just didn't use it). Now it seems everyone I know has a blog, so I too must keep up with the Sancoast/Panders family! BLOG.. take two.