Soap Opera Digest

Previously, on "Winifred..."

Lady, if my butt looked like that I would NOT be wearing light-colored pants.

It's really hard to get anything done with chronic stomach pain. Maybe it's just gas. Gas can be dealt with easily.

The buses are off due to traffic. I can wait or I can walk. I choose walk. It will take longer, but I can argue with myself in peace.

This webcam is going to get me in trouble.

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Found in a stranger's userinfo

A woman is often measured by the things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn't curve, by where she is flat or straight or round. She is measured by inches and ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don't ever add up to who she is on the inside.

And so if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control, by who she is and who she is trying to become. Because every woman knows measurements are only statistics and STATISTICS LIE.

This is not about fat -- it's about unrealistic expectations of things that hardly matter.

More on the DDES debacle

Refresher course: http://winifred.livejournal.com/647613.html

I found an email for the DDES and wrote to them. Today I got a call back from a woman with a pleasant voice explaining to me what the letter meant and how to take care of the issue described inside. I could not tell if she was irritated with me or just abrasive, but I tried to convey to her that I wasn't an unreasonable & bitter divorcee, I just wanted this taken care of and it wasn't my fault it hadn't been yet.

I got a copy fo the final notice because the people who installed the furnace last year hadn't responded to the DDES's inquiries for a permit. As a last resort, the property owner gets a letter. And here we are. The furnace will get inspected next Tuesday.

So it wasn't Garret's fault after all, it was the installer's. If the installers contacted Garret and he still didn't bother to contact me... yeah, I'd be pissed. Right now I'm just happy to not be pissed at somebody who doesn't deserve any more of my emotional energy than I've already given him.