Friday, July 29, 2005

Blogspot Is Evil

I tried posting to my blog from home this morning and I couldn't.

Blogspot said that I didn't have java script or cookies enabled on my browser.

Not true. I checked. I double checked. I closed the brower and reopened it.

Blogspot still wouldn't let me log in.

Then I recalled that yesterday at work while I was browsing through the blogs, hitting "next blog, next blog, next blog" suddenly something started streaming into the line at the bottom of the screen.

So I quick did an anti-virus check of the C drive and found out an Adware thingie had been added RIGHT THEN -- right then when I saw the streaming.

So I.T. had to run Spybot and they found hundreds of these things in my system.

Boy did things speed up after they were finished!

So I'm thinking my super-duper internet protection at home was keeping Blogspot from opening because they couldn't install that Adware thingie on my computer at home.

So I'm left on the horns of a dilemma. A moral quandary. A tough decision.

Do I keep blogging on my breaks and lunch hour and after hours at work knowing full well that I'm leaving my employer's computer open to this stuff and clogging it up with Adware?

Or do I let the guard down on my Internet protection at home enough that I can blog, leaving my personal computer open to attack?

Sometimes I hate having been a Girl Scout.

I know the answer.

I can't blog anymore. Period. It just isn't ethical any way I slice it.

So unless I find out there's a way to fix all this so I can have my cake and eat it, too (oh, spare me the diet metaphors!) I have to quit this blog.

If you want updates on the weight loss, email me (if you know my address). Everybody else, sorry. 'Bye.

Jo Anne

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Best News of Today

'Penguins' march defies summer box office trend.

A cold story that warms my heart.

This is the Best. Movie. Ever.

The Target Now in the Sights

You wouldn't know it by this photo, but this dress is drop-dead gorgeous!

I found it on eBay (permission to use the photo given by the seller). It's red plaid rayon and the bodice and sleeves are embroidered all over with a filigree pattern in black which isn't visible in the photo.

It's a size smaller than I am.

I realized that my progress began to slow after I had lost enough to fit into a pair of jeans I loved. I still had two more pairs of jeans that were a bit smaller, but I didn't care for their styles.

So rather than aiming for the size, it appears I should have been aiming for the specific article of clothing that inspired me.

This oughta do it.

I've bought the accessories to go with it so that the day it finally fits is the day I get to wear it.

Onederland*, here I come!

*Onederland: That place where all your weigh-ins are under 200 pounds.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

squcps, a history

Before you ask, it was the funny-looking word in the box that you have to type when you create a blog.

Obligatory Pet Reference, No. 1

These are my cats, Booger and George.

Booger is the grey striped one. She is half Siamese, although you can't tell it by looking at her. You can sure tell it by listening to her, though. She has a lot to say and she ain't afraid to speak up at any time of the day or night.

George is a female. She got her name because of Fate or Kismet or ESP or Eerie Conicidence or however you prefer to think of it.

She was part of a pair of nearly identical kittens. Her sister had the same features but with black on the opposite side of the face and white on more paws.

DD, then about 15, was holding the box the two of them were in as we brought them to their new home. We'd agreed that we'd each claim and name one of them. She had chosen to name hers Metallica for obvious reasons and to call her "Talica" or "Tally" for short.

I was still pondering a name for mine while I was driving. The name "George" kept popping into my head and I kept ignoring it because this was a girl kitty.

But then I remembered my favorite character in Nancy Drew was a girl named George, and I thought George Sands and just when I was thinking in those terms, the kitten popped her head out of the box again and my daughter poked her back down and said, "You're just like Curious George!"

That did it. How could I ignore such an obvious communication from the cat herself?

I must say, it suits her.

Weight Loss Progress Report

Back to accountability.

After losing 25 pounds I'm plateauing.

This isn't a "my body is catching up to its new size" plateau.

This is an "I'm tired of all the planning that it takes to lose weight" plateau.

The good news: I am at least down 0.6 pounds for the past two weeks.

The bad news: The way I did it.

I did it by:

1. Getting very, very sick;

2. Staying home where there was no "illegal" food; then

3. Getting well and returning to work with no groceries in the house and having to eat out every meal and thus throwing diet to the winds and enjoying pizza, chocolate and chicken tikka masala to my heart's content.

Now I have to get back into the habits I so easily threw away. I'm not off to a good start today but hey, I've got another six days before my next weigh-in, right?

Okay, so here are the stats:

Down 0.6 pounds for a total of 25.6 pounds lost since mid-January.

Weight: 212.4 (Ouch! I did promise to be accountable, though, didn't I?)