Snip, Snip, Snip

I really think there are few things more satisfying than quickly mincing garlic or dicing tomatoes with a perfectly sharpened chef's knife that is just the right weight...but cutting people out of your life is one of those things...once you get past the anger at yourself for letting them (back) in (again) despite feeling like you should have known better from the beginning. But regardless of the number of times I made the mistake before...I won't again. And even though making that cut was hard, painful and at times really kind of sucks...the rest of the time, I honestly feel better..gone from cell phone, g-chat, and my life all together is the constant wondering if things are going to fall through, what the next fight will be, why I'm always at fault, why I'm supposed to put up with everything, yet never get any slack myself...gone, gone, gone, bye, bye, bye. 

I even once made cookies with nuts in them for this guy...what the hell was I thinking!  The first sign I was in a toxic non-relationship was when well, I let the toxins in. Classy move, classy move. Oh well, the past the past..again...but this time, it will stay that way! 

Changes

I never update, and not that I really think anyone reads this, but I feel like I should update because I want to take some time for myself. Lots of changes and yet none at all, moved, broke up with boyfriend, got back with boyfriend, broke up again; had my position cut, took a part time job, had my position restored when the budget was actually voted on; stepped up my working out in a big way only to have it drop off in the last few weeks.  I've also bought several new cookbooks and been growing my own herbs and vegetables again...can't wait for the tomatoes to start being ready to eat :)

In a summary of other news, my mom has suggested I try online dating (creepy only coming from her), I'm off work for 10 days in a row in July (mostly because I don't want to have to acknowledge my birthday) and I've amended my major life goals to now include becoming a trophy wife or at last getting a guy wealthy enough to pay for the plastic surgery I will start needing in a few years.  So basically I want to become some totally awesome mix of Chelsea Handler, Paula Deen, and Teresa Giudace.