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 | Current mood:  anxious Category: Life Most Saturdays I end up taking a trip to my brother's house to work in the office. I help with the accounting for his business. I'm not "employed" by the company, per se, but the trade off is that they have put out small chunks of cash for me when I needed to get my car fixed or even when I needed to buy a used car. It's a fair trade most of the time and it prevents me from having to pay interest on loans, credit cards, etc... it's also a nice place to run away to at times. It gives me space. On days like today it's especially nice because no one is here. The office is inside their house, in their garage, kind of like my room is going to be when it gets finished. LOL. I can pretty much take my time and take breaks when I want. I get credit for two or three hours of work but can stretch the actual work out if I want to. It's a benefit when I need it, and today I need it. I've got Gruff, the crime dog, to keep me company and all the paper work and diet Dr. Pepper a girl could wish for. Today I'm mainly doing filing. The parental units' church is hosting a progressive dinner tonight to raise money for a mission trip to Mexico. My mom and dad offered to provide the desserts. Around 8:00 tonight there will be approximately 20 people in my mom and dad's house sitting around eating their choice of 6 different sugary/fatty apres dinner delectibles that my mother prepared over the course of the last three days. Now mind you, the main course is spaghetti. Yeah, that's what I said, the main course is spaghetti. But my mom has been making desserts like the Queen of England is coming over. She even got her fancy dessert plates out! Why is this pertinent? Well, when I thought it wasn't going to be a big deal I offered to help if she needed it, but now that I see it's going to be a shi-shi soiree I'm not so inclined to be dishing up dessert. I mean, c'mon. I'm not a small girl, and I've got SEVERE issues when it comes to food and eating. The idea of playing server under the watchful eye of my mother, in the midst of hundreds of thousands of calories literally sends chills down my spine. I envision myself snapping under the pressure and reaching out with both hands, crazed look in my eyes, to snatch up handfuls of cake and pie and stuff them into my mouth while chortling and laughing like some lunatic escaped from a fat farm. It's a scary thought. So I'm hiding out. I'm hoping I won't have to go and face the desserts. I'm hoping I'll be able to stay here and draw out the filing and maybe do some data entry and have a few more Diet Dr. Peppers. I've been doing SO well with my food choices and eating only when I'm hungry. I've been more active at work lately and when I used a pedometer last week I realized I was walking over half a mile every day just doing my job! I don't want to wreck it. The jeans are a little looser and I like how that feels... going back to my parents' house tonight would be like walking into a bakery with a signed blank check, only the people behind the counter would be pleased as punch at what I was eating while my mom would stare in horror. Decisions, decisions. At least I've got a few hours to decide what to do. What to do, what to do. |
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