The other rolling stones

So this blog had to wait until I finished eating my oh so yummy Popsicle. This morning I feel like I have literally eaten us out of house and home. I hate when I get on these binges. I feel like I have to eat and eat and eat and then I am miserable and eat some more. It is really pissing me off. What to do about it? Well, if I was smart, insightful kind of person I would be able to take a step-back and say "Well, Mrs. Wellman, you are binge eating because you are attempting to fill some sort of void in your life. You are eating away the pain and suffering you feel was caused by your childhood" or some other psycho-babble that while may be true isn't really helping me one damn bit at this moment. But instead of taking that step-back and attempting to look at that cause, I take a step-forward to the kitchen till I find some pepcid and eat some-freakin'-more. I am loving life today. It's not really that I am in a bad mood or anything of that sort. I can't tell you what is on my stomach mind I really feel kind of feel blank. I am not really bored, I have shows I can watch, things I can do (like clean or pay bills, you know fun stuff) but instead I have eaten and eaten. And now I am sick and I have weigh-in at WW tonight. It's not going to be good.

My birthday was a few days ago and boy what a birthday it wasn't. Tony and I had a falling out over purchasing a grill. I want a gas-grill for my birthday, this is the second, maybe third birthday in a row in which I wanted a gas-grill and did not get one. Now I know I could just go and buy one myself but dammit, I don't want to do that. It is my birthday wish to get a grill and someone should happily buy me one, whether we have a freakin' porch or not to place it on. And if someone steals the damn thing, well you can give me a big, fat, I told you so. And btw, why wouldn't someone steal it off the porch that we don't have? Oh yeah and giving me a card that I purchased for someone else, doesn't make-up for the fact you didn't buy me a present (or a card, hello)! Tony failed this year for my birthday.

Oh yeah and what did I get for my birthday? Well, you guys know how much women like stones, so I got myself a kidney stone and a trip to the ER for my birthday. And can I pass the stone? Well, that is yet to be seen. I have passed others and even though this stone is "small" I can't seem to get it to come out. Thanks Mr. Stone for hanging out and making me miserable but you can leave anytime and when you go, will you please stop-by Wally's and buy me a grill.