I’ve been complaining about several things lately… so much that I sound like a broken record to even myself. So as I found myself on rainy Sunday night RUNNING up the steps of my church in desperation for some one-on-one time with the Big Guy to vent my frustrations, I get to the door to find it locked. So… you all are going to have to help me out because He was busy.
First, I have gained 12 horrible pounds since having my appendix removed in June. These awful pounds have been clinging onto my body for dear life for 5 long and frustrating months now… and I want them gone. My sister has recently shared with me some crazy exercise plan, P90x or something like that. At this point, I am willing to try it because nothing is working and I can’t fit into my suit for work! I know God can’t make me skinny, but can’t he at least make pizza taste bad?
Next, why does everyone feel the need to ask when you are going to get married? I once read that when you’re at weddings and the relatives keep coming up to you, elbowing you saying, “You’re next, heh heh” that I should respond by elbowing those same people at funerals and say, “You’re next, heh heh.” I may begin this practice if people don’t stop asking me. It just makes me feel pressured and I hate that.
Lastly, I need something soft at home that will love me unconditionally. Pets are supposed to lower stress levels and I am in need of just that. I don’t much care for cats and dogs are a lot of work… isn’t there a rent-a-dog type of service so I can have one to snuggle with me for an hour and then someone can take it home? I know there isn’t, but there should be. Young entrepreneurs: I just gave you a million dollar idea. Don’t forget insurance.
So there’s my rant for the week. J