Dear Diet,

I have been reminiscing about all of the time we have spent together over the years.  We’ve have had our ups and we’ve had our downs.

This year, I must tell you, I am making a change.  I have not been happy with the way things have been going in our relationship.  I will have upper hand.  You have discouraged me for long enough.  It is my turn to be beautiful.

I am assembling my arsenal and planning my strategy.  I have brought in the big guns and I’m warming up to do some major ass kicking.

I will win by losing!

Goodbye big ‘ol butt and plus-size clothing!  Victory is mine!

Daisy

There is a word that I would like to purge from my life preferably down the literary garbage disposal.  Though it really hasn’t done me much harm over the years, I can’t say that I have received much good from it either.

The word?  Well, it starts with a P and ends with Rocrastination.

In college, I would write the best if I was writing my papers at the last minute, literally at 11:59 when the paper was due at 12:00.  I would always get A’s; therefore, no motivation to change my habits.  This, of course, did not help with my need to focus…well, technically, focus is my problem.

I can always find something more interesting to do rather than the things I should be doing.  Which by definition is the probably the meaning  of procrastination.   

As the year draws to the end, I’ve been pondering whether or not I should set resolutions.  I’m not sure the point, I never really stick to them anyway.   But I always hope to. 

For the New Year, my plan is to make life style changes, to work harder on my personal projects, pay more attention to blogging and work on my, ah hem…fitness. (shudders)

Or, maybe I should wait until next year….just kidding!

Everytime I am practically climbing over a toilet to close the door of a stall in a restroom, I remind myself that this needs to be a topic to write about.  If nothing else, just to vent and hope that someone, somewhere, possibly a bathroom designer…may hear my cries for change. 

A.  If I can’t walk in and close the door without climbing over the toilet, the stall is too small.
B.  Toilet Paper (maybe this should have been A) – Fully stocked, not an empty roll or a locked supply that you can see but not get to.
C.  Automatic flushers
D.  Why do you install the toilet paper dispenser so that it leaves no room for my legs or so that I have to sit on the toilet seat sideways? 
E.  A place to put/hang my purse (the floor is not an option and neither is my lap)
F.  Doors that close AND stay closed. 
G.  A door is only great if there is not a 1-2″ (or bigger) crack where everybody waiting to use the toilet can still see my business. 
H.  Paper towels do not cost more than providing hot air machines.  The hot air doesn’t work and they are annoying.  I live in Arizona, if I want hot air I could walk outside.
I. Seat Covers (fully stocked – not an empty box)
J. The door lock should not double as a quarter sized peep hole.
K. Air fresheners are nice, please do not install the squirty kind if it only sprays at the level of my face
L. Please disregard anything you would find inside a Wal-Mart restroom
M. Automatic sinks – where the water turns on and off as you put your hands under. 
N.  Please do not install the diaper changing shelves so that if they are in use they block access to the stalls, paper towels, sinks, or trash can.
O. Tile, ’nuff said.
P.  Trash Cans
Q. Mirrors that you can see your reflection – not the silver metal that you can sort of see something that resembles a person.
R. Soap dispensors that actually contain soap.
S.  More toilets than the men’s room…equality is not always right.  Us girls can’t stand to pee.  And when’s the last time you saw men standing in line?

That is all for now.  Feel free to add to the list!