I just typed for 30 min... an awesomely, funny, sad, squirrelly post (POST three glasses of wine), and I had to pee, so I got up, and tripped over power cord, and lost it all.
ahhhh a post alcohol...post...I'm glad you tripped over the cord...what i thought was my best stuff on here after i drank actually sucked and was pretty needy...more pity party..
I thought you were getting "you" where you needed to be..
which was happy....a happy MB..but i see there is still work to do..
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MB is 5'7 and has gained a few lbs. I now require a size 10 jean. My mojo is out the window. Because I feel like a sow.
I was real tempted here...I know talking to a woman about her weight is a cheeseless tunnel..but i will say this...5'7" and a size 10...don't sound bad to me...if you want to lose then lose it the right way...a pill+RedBull ain't the right way IMO..
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Mojo is lost at the door because, H has, traditionally, been a WALKER. 2-4 times per year escapes to our lake house because he chooses not to f*in talk about anythimg, and thinks he can just escape, and come back in a day and things will be fine.
have you read Mars/Venus?? Here's a news flash....I would hazard to guess that 95% of the male population is this way...men don't talk about their feelings because we were raised as the big strong he-man....also..himn going to the lake house...he's running to his man cave...it's a Mars thing..
read that book..
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Mojo is lost at the door because, H is KING of detachment. Hasn't spoken to bro's in years... in fact, I've never met them.
and what did bro do to him...to piss him off...money?? stole his GF??
I also know why you feel like you must have a plan....I gotta do this..I gotta do that..well if MB would make MB happy and stop worrying about all this other crap then things might just fall right in your lap...
but hey..what do i know...
one more thing....if my wife called me at Sams and told me to bring home a "case" of RedBull...I'd run...I'd run like hell to my mancave...
