Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

My life cannot continue on this way. I've got to do something about the things that bother me, or I don't know how much longer I can last.

First up to bat, the thing that bothers me most - my weight. I've started on Weight Watchers again. It did work for me first time around. I lost 20 pounds and I've kept 15 of them off. I need to get back into the swing of eating better, and then after that I need to work out more. I'm sorry, did I say more? That would imply that I actually work out at all now, which I don't.

Secondly, no more smoking. At least for awhile. The fact that I smoke doesn't really bother me, I think it's just more of a control thing. I need to know that I can quit if I really put my mind to it. Today? I had to go to the dreaded gas station, with their taunting neon lights, but I didn't buy a pack, didn't even want to. Well, not much. *grin* But I resisted.

I'm also going to try and cut down on the drinking, mostly because I can't afford to give up the calories.

I've also been contemplating cutting out the emailing from work, but sheesh- I'm already giving up fast food and cigarettes. Baby steps. *grin*

If I lose some weight, I just know that I would feel better about myself and I would be more self-confident and much more apt to get out and look for a new job or make some new friends. And hopefully, find a boyfriend. *sigh*

I know that all of my problems stem from me being overweight. Self-esteem, self-worth, enthusiasm, confidence, energy-- they are all at practically zero right now. Maybe 1 on a good day. It can't continue. It just can't.

Picture Time!

I finally got the pictures from 4th of July developed. I need a digital camera. Scanning all these in sucked on a stick. *grin* They are too dark, but this has taken me forever and I didn't feel like fixing them. I hope they are at least somewhat visible. I.hate.my.computer.

Here are Tate & Ari wearing Amy's and my sunglasses. Awww!


Amy & Tate at the swing. Ready?... Set?...


GO! (but don't kick Aunt Jen in the face, please)


The yard, where everyone was playing another rousing edition of "The Washer Game" *rolls eyes*


The view from our dock...


*sigh* There is always a gorgeous sunset at the lake...

I just stole

a cigarette from my mom. *sigh* I feel like such a child, sneaking cigarettes. But I really want one, and I don't want to buy a whole pack because then I will smoke them all.

I told Carey the other night that I was trying to quit smoking and she said "Why on earth would you do that?" Ha. I laughed at the time, but you know what? I had no answer. I don't know why. It's not my health, my parents smoked for years around me, I figure if I'm going to get lung cancer I'd already have it, right? (I know this is not true, but I'm just not concerned about it. It's a thing of chance. People who smoke 5 packs a day might not get it, while someone else might get it just from secondhand smoke.) It's not the money, well at least not right now. I have about a 1-2 pack a week habit. $7 a week isn't so bad. I realize that it could be a problem down the road if I start smoking more, but I'm not worried about that right now either.
I think they only reason that I feel I should stop is because I don't want my sister or mom to know that I do it. My mom knows I smoke occasionally, but my sister doesn't know at all. Should I really stop doing something just because others don't want me to? Maybe.

So, the way I see it, I have 3 options right now.
1. Put the stolen cigarette back. I don't need to smoke.
2. Smoke the stolen cigarette on my way home. One won't hurt, right?
3. Put the stolen cigarette back and buy a pack on my way home. Fuck it. If I want to smoke, then I should.

Decisions, decisions. What Would Brian Boitano Do?

I've made a new phrase!!!

My mom said to me, "You have to get this project done by tomorrow, you know." To which I said "Well that sucks on a stick." Whut?

I don't know where it came from, but I like it and I will now use it all the time. Feel free to use it yourself, but if someone laughs you must give me proper credit. If they don't laugh, I had nothing to do with it. *grin*



PS- on a totally unrelated note, this has got me laughing like a moron. I don't know why it struck me as so funny, but I'm having a hard time controlling my laughter.

From the Average Joe forum:

Bebo 13308 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
07-06-05, 10:02 PM (EST)
6. "RE: NO WAY"

Don't bash another poster. If she wants to bash contestants and wish fire ants upon them, that is allowed on these forums. But you making it personal is not. Please read our community guidelines.

I want to help, but how?

I hate it when my friends fight. I hate it when anyone fights. When I was a kid, my mom and sister would fight a lot. They'd be in the kitchen screaming at each other, and I'd be in the living room crying. I always feel like I need to fix it, I need to help. But how? I don't know. And I don't want to butt in. If they wanted my help, they'd ask for it, right? And what makes me think that I could help anyhow? I don't know why they are fighting. I mean, I know... but I don't know, ya know? I don't know how to make it better, and I so wish I could. I don't want them to fight. They are both so upset, and I hate seeing my friends upset. I love them and I want them to be happy, or at least not miserable.

*sigh*

Tonight, on That 70's Show there was some advice given-- You just have to forgive. There may not be a reasonable explanation, but if you love the person and you want them in your life, you just have to forgive them and move on.

It sounds so simple, doesn't it? Maybe it is. Or maybe that's just cliched sitcom bullshit. But most cliche's do have some truth behind them.

I don't know.

XTREME! Fireworks

This weekend I journeyed to my family's lake house. Well, I used to consider it my family's lake house, but ever since my uncle moved up there full time it's more like my uncle's house where my family sometimes goes. I haven't been up there for about 5-6 years, but as a child we were up there all the time. It's a little place in Indiana, on the borders of Ohio, Michigan and Indiana. Lake George is the name. I was very excited about heading back there because it's probably my favorite place in the whole world, but also a little apprehensive because from what my sister told me of her last visit, it has pretty much become a place for all my uncle's buddies to hang out and not a family place anymore.

I left on Saturday at about noon, driving my mom's huge honkin' Explorer because the bastards at the BMV didn't send me my registration renewal stickers in time. (They came today. Phew!) It takes about 2.5 hours to get there, but there was a 1/2 hour backup because of all the holiday traffic on the toll road, so I arrived at 3, which is actually 2 Indiana time. It's nice to gain an hour going, but it sure sucks going home.

I was instantly amazed at all the renovations my uncle has made. There is a whole brand new garage and the building that used to be the garage/barn has been transformed into a cute little guest house. He built an awesome deck that goes halfway around the house and is the new hang out spot. We all used to chill in the front yard by the lake, but now the deck is where it's at. Even the lake looked different, and the trees. Everything was changed, but somehow still welcomingly familiar.

I immediately started drinking, and we just sat around the deck and hung out. By the end of Saturday there was 17 people there.
Me.
Amy, Brian and Tate.
My mom and her boyfriend Gary.
My uncle Dave, the owner. He reminds me so much of my Dad. Looks-wise and personality. He's so much fun. He always cracks me up.
My cousin Amanda and her 4 year old daughter Ari (short for Ariana).
My cousin Matt, his wife Angie, and their 1 year old daughter Marisha.
My cousin Michael, I think he's 21, who I haven't seen since he was a kid. We used to pick on him so bad. Heh. I liked it though, because for once I wasn't the youngest one when we were kids and I could finally get in on some torture. *grin*
My uncle Mike and 3 of his friends (who I barely even saw because they were hanging out on the lawn and they left on Sunday morning before we were even up-- what a bunch of old farts.)
It was a full house! We were joking that it was like a family reunion, which it was. It was so nice to have everyone together again. I've always felt so much more comfortable with my dad's side of the family. They are so much fun and so much more laid back than my mom's side.

So, Saturday was spent drinking and watching everyone play "The Washer Game", which consists of setting up two boxes about 10 feet apart and trying to throw washers in them. Heh. I only played once, a) because I sucked at it and b) I didn't get why everyone thought it was the best game ever invented. LOL. We also ate a ton. Everyone had brought a bunch of food. We had a cooler full of 40 pounds of meat... and I'm not exaggerating.

Then at night we took the pontoon boat out to watch the fireworks show. They set up like a little barge on the lake and have all the fireworks strapped to it. Of course my uncle feels he has to get as close as possible. LOL. We were probably 200 feet from this boat and the fireworks were exploding right over our heads. I swear some of them would have come right on the boat. The current kept pulling us closer to the barge, which was of course on fire, and my uncle had to keep backing up. A police boat actually came and parked right in front of us so we couldn't get any closer. LOL. It was good though, because the show itself was a little boring, so we needed to be right on the edge of catching on fire to spice it up. *grin* It was XTREME! baby!

Sunday was more of the same. Relaxing, eating, drinking, playing games. We went swimming, which I haven't done in a looooong time. It was fun though. Tate loved it, even when he would get a face full of water, he wasn't scared. He's so cute. My mom was being annoying as usual and spazzing out any time I would get more than 2 inches from him. Nevermind the fact that he was wearing a life jacket and the water was only up to his waist. *rolls eyes* We went for another pontoon ride that night and Brian and Michael fished. Mikey caught a gar, which is a huge skeery fish with a lot of teeth. He went back in the lake. Brian didn't catch anything.
Mom and Gary had left earlier in the day and Amy, Brian, and Tate left that night. Mikey, Matt and I started watching South Park: The Movie. Damn, that movie is fucking hilarious when you're drunk off your ass. *grin* Then Angie, Amanda, Mikey and I played Uno until the wee hours. Mikey kept making me draw four and so I started kicking him and calling him a turd. *snort*

Monday was spent lazing around the house. I was exhausted from too much drinking and not enough sleep and I wasn't looking forward to driving home. And it was HOT! I think it was about 90, which felt ok sitting on the deck with the breeze, but as soon as I started to pack my shit up I was sweating buckets. I put off leaving as long as I could. I didn't want to go. I could have stayed up there another week. Said my goodbyes to Uncle Dave and Mikey, everyone else had already left, and I was off.

I really hope to get back up there this summer. I love it there. I think it's my favorite place in the whole world. I took some pics, which I might try to post once I get them developed.

Fooling myself

Ya know, all these years I've been telling myself that the reason I don't have a boyfriend is because I'm fat and ugly. Sometimes I have a good day and only blame it on being fat, and I tell myself that I have a pretty face. I tell myself that if they would just get to know me on the inside, they would see that I'm a good person. A nice person. A fun person.
But that's not true.
I'm not a good person. Or a nice person. Or a fun person. I'm a miserable, mean person. I have awful character traits that nobody wants.
I'm bitchy
I whine too much
I'm jealous
I'm selfish
I'm not intelligent (I wouldn't say I'm dumb, because that's not true, but I'm not intelligent)
I'm lazy (really, really fucking lazy)
I'm un-motivated (to do anything... look for a new job, go back to school, make new friends, even clean my apartment)
I'm depressed and sullen
I have low self-esteem
I'm not independent
I'm not adventure seeking
I'm not spontaneous
I'm a fucking emotional cripple who cries at everything
I'm not strong-minded or strong-willed
I let people walk all over me, and rarely tell them how I really feel
I'm pessimistic and I see the bad in everything
I could go on...

All these years, I've been fooling myself. Telling myself that people should like me, guys should like me, if only they would get to know me. What a fucking joke. I've always known that I hate myself, and I won't be fooled any longer.

Shady dealings at The Gravel Pit

So, my boss is a total scatterbrain. He left the office yesterday without taking his laptop, palm pilot and tickets to a baseball game that he's going to tonight with some customers. He calls up at 5:00 and asks if one of us could meet him somewhere and bring these things to him. My mom still had a bunch of loose ends to tie up at work, so I offered to go. Plus, I get to leave work a 1/2 hour early. Woo!

"Where is he at?" I asked.

"He's at The Gravel Pit down by the highway."

Umm. Ok. In my mind I'm picturing a gay biker bar and wondering what my boss is doing there, but alas it is actually just a pit full of gravel. *grin*

"Oh, and have him sign this check for the cleaning ladies. They're coming tomorrow."

No problem. So, I drive to said gravel pit, hop out of my car, and present the check to my boss for him to sign. He does and then I hand him his briefcase. We both start laughing at the shadiness of this and he says "Gee, I hope there aren't surveillance cameras here. It looks like we're making a drug deal."

I expect the cops to be bursting down my door at any moment. And I didn't even get any drugs out of it. What a rip.

Woot!!

I am going to see my Glowie again this weekend! I'm so fricking excited! We're going to get gelatis and drink cocktails and I don't know what else. But it won't matter because she rocks, the Glow.

You may all envy me now. *grin*

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm addicted

I'm finally ready to admit it. I have an addiction that will probably end up killing me and it's horrible and disgusting, but I can't help myself. No matter how many times I say "Ok, this is the last time" I still go back to it. I am sick.

*stands up* My name is Jen, and I'm addicted to fast food.

This addiction is probably the main reason I am so insanely overweight (along with family genes) but I just can't stop. And yes, I have seen 'Supersize Me'. I know what horrible things this does to your body and how many preservatives and artificial crap is in the food, but I still crave it. All the time.
It's like smokers who see pictures of blackened lungs and see people dying of lung cancer every day and they know it's awful for them, but they still do it.
That's me, only with McDonalds instead of Marlboros.

*sigh*

Potpourri post

1. The fruit in my fruit and yogurt parfait is frozen. I hate that.

2. I'm getting my cable modem back at home. They have a deal going that's too good to pass up. Goodbye suckass NetZero!! I'm very excited about this.

3. My sister is taking us out to dinner and to get manicures tonight. I'm also getting my eyebrows waxed which is very good because I have just been letting them grow all crazy lately since I knew I was going to get them waxed. It's starting to get out of control.

4. I finally finished the tissue packets last night. Which btw, I found out at the party are called 'Tears of Joy' packets. *gag* Martha Stewart should be thrown back in jail for coming up with those. Stupidest.Thing.Ever. Does my sister really think that everyone is going to be bawling their eyes out that much? We couldn't just have boxes of tissues? It was really necessary for me to fold paper into 50 little individual packets that only hold 2 tissues each? *rolls eyes*

5. I'm getting more nervous with each passing day. I can't wait for this wedding to be over. Only 2 more days.

High-5?

I go to pop a piece of gum in my mouth and I notice that on the front of the package it says 'not a low calorie food'. Curious, I turn it over to check out the nutrition information.

Serving size: 2 pieces
Calories: 5

*blink* Umm *blink blink* I turn it over again to make sure I read that right. Yup. Not a low calorie food. Ok doods, if you say so.

On a related note, Dentyne Tango is really yummy.

On an unrelated note, I'm really sleepy and I have an assload of things to do tonight. Anyone want to come and help me? Please? I'll give you a piece of gum, unless you're watching your weight of course.

The bachelorette party

was fun! It went much better than I expected, namely in that I was hardly annoyed by anyone at all! That's really saying something considering some of the people who were there.

We (mom and I) got to the hotel at about 3:15pm. The room was smaller than we thought it would be. It had a living area with a dining room table, couch and chair and a cramped little kitchen. Then there was the bathroom and 2 bedrooms, each with a queen bed. My mom left at about 3:45 to go and pick up my sister and I started to set things up. Heather (the matron of honor) showed up at about 4. She got lost and I was on the phone with her for about 10 minutes trying to tell her where to go. She had gone to the wrong hotel. LOL. Then the masseuse showed up at about 4:30. Ack! I thought she wasn't coming until like 5:30! No one is even here yet! So, she set up her table and stuff and then said "Who's first?" Well, ummm, since I wasn't even sure if I wanted to get one- Heather went first. My mom and Amy finally showed up at about 5. We started drinking. My sister took 3 sips of the drink I made her and she was feeling tipsy. *rolls eyes* I called her a fucking lightweight. LOL. Heather came out of her massage and looked stoned, she was so relaxed and said it was better than sex. My mom went next and we ordered pizza. Heather and I went to pick it up while Amy started her massage. Jess showed up right before we left. Jess is really annoying, but she only got on my nerves like twice. I guess you need to drink to be able to stand her. Once we were done eating, Jess got her massage and then it was my turn. Everyone else had been raving about it, so I decided to spend the $20 I had to get a 20 minute massage. It was ok. I honestly didn't feel any different or more relaxed after it was over. I don't really like to be touched, especially by strangers. I guess it felt ok, but I'll probably never get one again. Tara (the other bridesmaid) showed up at some point during the evening, but I don't remember when.

The rest of the evening was spent drinking, doing make-up, playing games, more drinking, and talking. I won $30 playing a dice game. Yahoo! I felt guilty though and tried to split the money up with everyone since I hadn't been able to chip in, but no one would take it. We had bought a game called "Pin the bow tie on the bachelor" and that was pretty funny. We did it early in the evening and then again later after we were drunk. I don't remember who won.

Everyone started making moves to go to bed at about 2:30, but I wasn't tired and neither was my mom or Jess. So we stayed up while everyone else went to bed. We stayed up until 6:30. Tara woke up then, so I went and crashed in the bed for a few hours. I don't remember what we did for 4 hours while everyone else was asleep. I know we played a card game, but we didn't finish it. We smoked. I think I only had 3. Jess better not tell my sister- she would kick my ass.

I slept until about 10. Then I woke up and lazed around for a bit before starting to pack up and check out. Jess, Tara, and Heather had already left. Nice of them to leave us with the clean up, huh?

I think that's pretty much it. No strippers, no crazy hijinx, but it was a fun time. I wish it had lasted longer.

An Interview from Immunegirl

I know what you're thinking. These interview things are so last month, but I'm really lazy and a master procrastinator and I'm just now getting around to answering them. Sue me.

1.)Where do you eventually want to settle down and live?

I've thought about this a lot over the years. I don't want to stay in Ohio because I absolutely hate winter, but I also don't want to move someplace too warm because I hate heat too. I'm very difficult to please, temperature wise. Lately I've been thinking I would like to live in Seattle. It seems like a neat place and I don't mind rain. Of course, I would hate to move away from my Tater. It sucks enough only seeing him once a week, let alone being all the way across the country and only seeing him a couple times a YEAR.

2.)If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?

I don't really like to travel. I like to be in familiar surroundings, but I do have a few places that I have thought would be nice to visit.

New York, California (hopefully this one will come true next year), New Orleans for Mardi Gras, and England.

I would never go any place where people don't speak English. I get irritated when people are here and can't speak our language, so I wouldn't want to go to another country where I couldn't speak their language.

3.) Which TV character would you most like to be?

Any chick on Scrubs who gets to make out with Zach. :P

Or maybe Carrie on Sex and the City, but I would have to do something with some of those heinous outfits she wears... like incinerate them.

4.) If you could go back in time and change any one thing that you did, what would you change?

I wouldn't have told Jeff that I loved him. That's all I'll say for now. Maybe I'll tell the story one day...

5.) If you had a million dollars to donate to charity(s), where would you donate it?

Oh gosh. There are so many worthy charities. I guess I would have to give it to one dedicated to helping abused children. They can't defend themselves and they need someone to love them and take care of them.


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My car! My poor car!

I needed to get gas yesterday, so I bought a car wash as well. My car was filthy (on the outside, the inside is always practically spotless, tyvm). I had heard it was supposed to rain, so I checked out weather.com-- a 30% chance of rain it said. Hmm. That's not a real good chance. I looked at the radar-- just 1 tiny patch of green hovering over Cleveland. I looked at the sky--sunny and not a cloud in sight. I decided to go for it. Filled up and washed my car before I went to my eye appointment. *sigh* The road where the Lasik Plus office is was all torn up. Construction everywhere, and with construction comes dust and dirt. All over my car. I go to my eye appointment (eyes are great 1 year after my surgery. I now see 20/15 and before I was 20/600!! It's amazing!! ) The office has no windows. I had no idea what was going on outside. I leave the office, and it's POURING!!! Grrrr. I race out to my car and as soon as I'm safely inside (and absolutely drenched) it stops raining. *rolls eyes* So, I get on the highway and all the spray from other cars is flying at me. And of course if it was still raining, at least that would wash some of it away, but no such luck. I arrive home, after getting stuck in a traffic jam of course, and assess the damage. My car is filthy once again. Pfft. What a waste of $4. But wait! There's more! I go to leave for work this morning and what awaits me? 2 insanely huge piles of bird shit on my car. I shouldn't have parked under that tree. Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!

And? to add insult to injury, my sister called me last night and spent 10 minutes gushing over how great the bridal shower that her playgroup friends threw for her was. The food, the decoration, the gifts... great, great, GREAT! The theme was a cute little tea party (which btw was totally going to be our theme before we found out that they were doing that. Assholes.) and everything was just perfect and it was so much fun. Gee, why don't you just come right out and tell me that my shower was a big fat heaping pile of donkey shit? What-ever. Humph.

How nerdy are you?

Dood... STFU!

Tonight I went out to Olive Garden with Tracy. I bought her dinner as an extremely belated birthday present. Her birthday is on Leap Day, so technically she didn't have a birthday this year, but anyhow, at the time I didn't have any money to buy her a gift or anything. I don't really have the money now, but we hadn't hung out in quite a while and I was in the mood. It was a very nice dinner. We both had fettucine alfredo. It was nummy. We had drinks- they were nummy too. Champagne, pineapple juice and grenadine. I'm going to have to make those at home sometime. Or maybe for the Bachelorette party. Anyhow, this waiter (not ours) was such a freak. He was one of those chatty-chatty types who talks to you even though you are so not interested in what he has to say. During the course of our meal, he waited on 3 tables around us. Somehow, with all 3 tables, he managed to bring up the fact that his sister worked at National City Bank. It was amazing. Every time he would start rambling I would LMAO. And then I would hear NCB and I almost lost it. Did he have like a script or something? It was hilarious. Tracy came back to my apartment and we had a few more drinks and talked about the ridiculousness that is my sister's wedding.

On an unrelated note, I broke down and bought another pack of cigarettes. I am usually only a weekend smoker/drinker, but tonight I was bad. I just dropped the cigarette and narrowly escaped another cigarette burn on my pajama pants. They already have 1 burn. These pants make me drop cigarettes. I either need to stop wearing these pants, or stop smoking.

I need to go to bed now. I am going to be kicking myself in the morning for staying up this late.

I love my friends

They are wonderful. They pick me up when I am down. And sometimes, someone who you thought wasn't one of your 'close' friends can come along and just make you feel better about yourself and that you are ok. Thank you all for your comments. I am going to try and think of this blog as some place just for me, and if people see fit to read and comment on it- all the better. I need to stop worrying about what other people think of me so much. I need to be ok with me. It won't be easy, and I may fail 100 times, but that's ok. My friends will be there to pick me up.

Damn I'm sappy and deep when I'm drunk. *grin*

This blog sucks

Everyone seems to be linking to everyone else's blog these days. A lot of people are linking them at OT. I took a little blog tour today, reading various blogs (I'm really nosy) and I came to the realization that my blog sucks. It's boring, and I never have anything important to say, which might be ok if I at least said some funny stuff. But I don't. I do like the new name I made up for my blog though. At least I've got that going for me.

So, where do I go from here? Do I start sharing more personal things and really open up? (warning: that would lead to a whole lot of whining and self torture) Do I only post silly or interesting things? (which is originally what I thought this blog would be, but that didn't seem to work out) or should I just give up on this blog thing completely? Or can I learn to live with the fact that my blog sucks?

Am I just in a piss poor mood and tomorrow I will think that my blog is witty and interesting?

Oldies, but goodies

So, on Saturday I was in a reflective type mood and I decided that I wanted to listen to some of my older cd's. Some of them I haven't listened to in like 8 years and I used to listen to them everyday. Anyway, today I was listening to Reel Big Fish (a ska band). I had forgotten how much I love them.

[Casey Kasem voice] This one goes out to a special fellow. His name begins with an R and ends with an udyRules. Here ya go, big guy...

Reel Big Fish - You Don't Know

Well first of all, I'd like to say FUCK OFF
If you don't get it why don't you go shove your head back up your ass
And don't waste my time
I don't need your opinion

(Chorus)
'Cause you don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like to be like me
You don't know, so keep your mouth shut!

Now this may come as kind of a surprise
I don't like you and I don't care what you think about what I do
But most of all, I don't need your opinion

(repeat chorus)

Well finally, that's the way it is
I like something you don't
And you're telling me its shit
Well it's a waste of time
We can't change our opinions

I don't know what it's like
I don't know what it's like
I don't know what it's like to be like you
I don't know, so I keep my mouth shut!

I heard this song, and he was the first person I thought of. :) And here's another RBF gem that was cracking me up on the way home. I'm not gonna type the whole song out, but it's about a break-up. I think you'll get the gist of the song from the chorus:

Everything is cool
How are things with you?
Everything is cool
I wish you were dead!

Ha! You really have to hear the songs to appreciate them. Peppy, happy ska music with lyrics like this and other song titles such as "Somebody Hates Me" "I Want Your Girlfriend To Be My Girlfriend Too" and "Scott's A Dork". That's just off their 2nd cd. I can't wait to see what other gems I have forgotten about on their 1st one! I love it! *grin*