Growllllll

Man I'm hungry today.  I'm way out of my calorie range according to Fitday.  Well screw Fitday.  I'm hungry.  That means I eat.  Bah. 

The non-crabby section-

Tonight is Craft Night at the house.  Secretly, I think this is the best thing ever.  Really not much happens, but it sure is fun to cozy up in the living room and work on little projects. 

I'm going Snowboarding this weekend.  YEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!  I can't wait.  I dusted off my board last night and pulled it from my little storage closet.  I wonder if I still remember how?  I hope my pants still fit.

The crabby section-

We have an all-staff meeting this afternoon.  It seems like every meeting they (the bosses) manage to put something on the agenda to "force" me to participate.  Which totally sucks.  I think they get kicks on the fact that my face turns purple-red and it's pretty awful for me.  It would be fine if I chose myself to speak at will, but when someone else forces you to; then proceeds to stare at you and enjoy that you are uncomfortable, it kind of sucks.  I don't think non-blushers realize how awful it is.  It's not cute.  It's not funny.  It's not pleasant. It can be really bad news.  Sometimes it can reveal a secret that maybe, for personal reasons, it's best for you to keep.  Sometimes when I blush I can control it if no one points it out, and leaves me be.  But inevitably some jerk has to make a big deal out of it. 

I really hate meetings.  I don't think they are ever very productive.  It would be fine if we could just get the facts out, straight to the point.  Why is it that there are always a couple of folks who want to babble on and on about useless stuff?