I want a kid…

…but I don’t want any crazy baby-momma drama.

I also want a fully-automatic FN P-90. I have no need whatsoever for one but those are seriously sexy guns.

I need to get moved, but I think I’m going to have to wait until I get my bonus in March, I’m having trouble saving up the money I need for deposits and what all.

I should probably get the truck’s oil changed and check the pressure in the tires. I need to get the engine tuned up too, the mileage is just not where it needs to be, even for a light truck.

I need to get a newer desktop computer for the kids (and me) to use. The one I’ve got was a really good one five years ago, but now not so much.

Blech.

I’ve got to lose weight. I’ve *got* to get down to 200lbs by Christmas. I’ve been screwing around for three years now. I was all the way down to 260 before I got promoted, and now I’m back up to 300, maybe a little more. I’m done with it. Back on the program hard-core. I might even go extreme and only have meal replacement shakes on days I’m working, leaving me a little more wiggle room on my off days. It’s hard to eat Lean Cuisine when the kids have Taco Bell or pizza. Maybe I’ll do four shakes on the days I work, two on my days off and one or two small real food meals.

I have to think that some of my romance problems are weight related. Funny thing is I’m certain some of my weight problem is romance related. Go figure.

I’m a little aggravated at the way weather alerts are handled on cable television. I mean seriously, it’s *so* 1970’s. There has got to be a way for weather alerts to be targeted to the cable companies serving those areas. Bones was interrupted four times by the local news over a weather alert covering a system that would never get to where anyone covered by my cable company lives. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d broken in during commercials, but no, they made sure every second of those precious commercials hit the air. Goobers.