My job is finally starting to shape up the way it was supposed to nine months ago. My boss is on board for my ideas (so it seems at the moment, anyway) and I feel like I am actually contributing to the company again. I tried to do something a little different with the website and created a fairy-tale-like structured page about the new program. He encouraged me to think outside the box, so I did. However, I don't know if he'll approve. I'm going to do what I can to get him to approve it. It is cute, easy to read, and packed full of information in a fun format. It reads in less than a minute--just right! I can get our marketing manager to doll it up for the web.

It is decided. Scott and I do not work out well together. I enjoy my weights. He hates them. He sucks my enjoyment right out of me. I ended up in a crappy mood after weight lifting yesterday and it took all my willpower to get going on the cardio after I dumped his cranky-sourpuss butt off in the spin class. He is going to workout with his new friend at the gym on Thursday (who also hates lifting but knows the benefit). I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO looking forward to that!

I told him on the way home that he sucked my joy out of me like a leech and he felt kinda bad about it. He wanted to quit lifting. I told him our two options are to leave work and go lift for a while, or stay at work until class starts. Amazingly, he said the two are interchangeable to him. Oh, brother. I was willing to give up my Saturday lifting, in exchange for him putting up with the 15 minute ab class on Tue/Thu. I guess he forgot about our "deal." He is sooo pissy about it--oh my. I love him just the same. His blindness usually doesn't affect me, but this is kinda rough. Well, I know we will find a way to work it out, though. We always do.

I hate my car. If any of you who read this are pondering buying a Pontiac G6--don't. I have had it since July and it just gets worse as the months pass. I have 11,000 miles on it and the breaks have been squeaking since about 7,000...the dash makes dumb noises, the door seals are coming off, the power steering is "designed" not to work when making sharp turns from a stop, the gas mileage SUCKS SUCK SUCKS. As soon as we settle the housing situation, I am going to get rid of this dumb car. I don't care what it costs or how "upside down" I am.