Oh Goodness I am horrible

This is Farley, he's our new cat. We saved him from the SPCA. He has been dubbed the most expensive cat ever. He has urinary track disease and cost us a pretty bundle at the vet, on top of the initial fee of getting him from the SPCA plus the food (special dietary food), plus the litter box, which he doesn't fit in, plus the scoop for the litter, the collar, the name tag, the mat in front of the litter bin (Yes, we are using a rubbermaid bin for a litter) right before Christmas to save him. But he sure has some kind of personality. He's also giant.

I am horrible. I haven't blogged in forever. If I blogged more often I could have smaller blog entries cuz I'd have less to say...maybe!

Anyways, today I finally got the blog bug after so long cuz "I am facking cold" I've told 3 people I'm moving to Australia, thinking it would be obvious why at minus 5000 degrees, but no, they've all said "Have you been watching the Australian open?" No damnit, cuz I'd just end in tears seeing all those Australians in their shorts and tshirts. I still, for the life of me, can't figure out why I live in facking New Brunswick in facking Canada when it gets this facking cold. We already had our cold snap, why are we having another one? Have I mentioned I hate the cold? This isn't just the usual kinda, "Jeez I really hate cauliflower and would rather not eat it" type of hate, this is a deep seeded, bitter, angry and resentful type of hate towards cold.

Here's the dog. She's the same pitiful canine as always. Forever looking like someone just stole her best friend. She's insanely jealous of the cat and sulks more than usual. I'm showing this picture cuz just before Christmas (really bad financial timing) we bought me some new camera gear. I got two new lenses (faster than what I had and infinitely better), a really great flash that pretty much does the work for me, and a battery grip, which I must say, is mostly for asthetics cuz it makes my camera body huge and thus more impressive, thus justifying a bigger fee for services rendered. So ya, I've decided to dip my toe a little deeper in the photography world and start working towards getting away from the cubicle nightmare that is my job.

I'm on a diet. Yes, a diet. I have Christmas ass** It needs to go. The tipping point was when I ripped a hole in my fat day pants. It wasn't pretty. I never stopped working out over the holidays, I just ate more. The weight isn't noticable to other people (so they say, lying bastards, but I love them all for trying to make me feel better), but I notice it. SO, I'm on a diet...and I'm consistantly hungry, making me cranky, and OH MY GOD, I want a cheeseburger washed down with an ice cream Sunday. Instead, I have an orange, and when I'm done that, I can go to the gym...again...and come back and eat salad, oh yes, salad, a nice big bowl of water that comes in different sizes and shapes called vedetables.

**Christmas ass: Can be defined as "my ass, only bigger" directly caused by consuming entirely too many delicious goodies at Christmas time.

To sum up, I'm hungry, I'm cold, and I'm trapped in a cubical that is litterally surrounded by other cubicals. The day can only go up from this point. :-)