Confession

I gave up cokes for Lent (as in all kinds of cokes) and have been doing so, so good. Better than I have ever done on any Lent, ever (and it's only been, like, one and a half weeks of lent. So that should tell you how poorly I usually do). And I know it might not seem like giving up sodas is not that good of a thing to do, since a) how hard can it be? and b) isn't that something that's good for me (sodas = bad) and not a true "sacrifice"?

but you guys. I am addicted to cokes. for real. I drink one every morning at work, first thing. I walk in the door, put my purse down, turn on my computer, and head straight to the fridge for a diet dr. pepper (my drug of choice). I typically have another one mid-morning, often down another one with lunch and *sometimes* even have one in the afternoon. that's FOUR diet dr. peppers before I even leave for home at 4:00.

Eek.

So I quit cold turkey for Lent. I figured for sure I'd have caffeine headaches and withdraws on the wazoo, but really, it hasn't been all that hard. although, when the other girls in my office walk to their desks with one, I immediately have the craving. As soon as I hear the sound of the can when they set it down... it's like a bell goes off: I need a DDP! (yes, it's bad, this addiction.)

But, I've been doing really good. No DDP's at work since Tuesday before Ash Wednesday.

Until just now. Really, I have the munchies. Have I told you about the snack drawer at work? It's more of an actual filing cabinet than just a drawer. Four whole drawers, filled with snacks. Just there for the taking. Totally free. Cheez-it's, goldfish, nuts, cookies, pretzels, granola bars, candy, candy, and more candy, chips, fruit snacks. You name it, it's in the snack drawers. So really, I want to dive into a drawer and eat my way out. But instead, I keep thinking how a DDP would do the job just fine, sans all the calories.

So I did it. I am drinking a coke. I confessed to all my coworkers, because now I am feeling the Catholic guilt. But it is good. Sooo good.

48 Hours

Until I land in this place to visit this girl!



It can't come soon enough.

Just now at work, I had to call the Fancy Schmancy Club where we are having a retirement reception next month and tell them the $35,000 quote they gave me needs to be more in the $8,000 range, per my boss. There was a moment of silence on the other end. She thinks I'm crazy. And for what I'm asking, I think she might be right. If they can't come down to our budget, we have to change locations. For an event that is NEXT MONTH. And for which the invitations are all printed up and sitting in a box next to me, waiting to be mailed today.

I'm keeping my eye on the prize. Miami. Beach. Tan. Pool drinks.