Getting Harder...

2nd day back at work and I get slammed. I knew this would be the dealio for the next month, but jeez!  The girl I'm working with on this project is sharp, and she's a writer...so I've been pretty much delegated to the strong arm role and making sure everyone turns in their papers for the document. That's ok.  It suits me. I'm just trying to keep my sanity at the same time.

Ran into my Bro from anutha Mo "B" and he says, "Hey, I got a pic for you".  OMG...This picture was from 6 years ago..and it isn't pretty.  Yeah, I'm gonna share, but Holy Moly!  I took a head shot today so I could have a before and after picture.  Sometimes, you really don't know what you look like, or looked like until someone shares something with you.  You become oblivious to the damage you've done and you just don't want to know.  Ok,  I'll show you then we'll comment.....















My BFF said I got a chin implant..too funny!  I cracked up over that one, but that's what it looks like, right?  I've got chipmunk cheeks and my nose looks like it's sandwiched in between them.  To be honest, I got to a point where I didn't look in the mirror below my neck. I was miserable on the inside and outside.  Some people use drugs to dull their pain, others use alcohol...I used food. UGH! I'm in a better place and I'M NEVER GOING BACK!

I traded the weight for the scars to get rid of the excess skin...and I don't regret it.  In the picture on the right, you can see the slight cleft in my chin.  I know I get that from the sperm donor...but that's about the only feature I know for sure doesn't come from my mother's side of the family ....something I don't think I've ever really shared with anyone.

Anyway...after I got over the shock of that pic...I ended up in a meeting that lasted until 4 p.m. It was a good meeting, but it made me later than usual...what up with that?

I came home and made the yard my bitch!!!  I cut some limbs from the tree because they were hanging to the ground, and I needed to make sure this was done because the green waste gets picked up tomorrow. As I'm wheeling the container to the curb, this spider comes out from the handle and it looks like a freaking black widow on steroids.  You KNOW Dizzy doesn't do spiders!!! I drop the container and I'm screaming like the bitch the spider made me.  Oh yeah???  Dizzy goes and gets the carb cleaner and settles matters once and for all!  Once it hit the ground, she stomps it and it splats. EWWWWW!!!

Anyway, the entire half acre is mowed, and Dizzy is showered and fresh...sipping a Fireball shot for dinner....not very hungry...yeah, yeah, I know....BAD DIZ!

SUCK IT!!!