little high, little low.

Things I'm loving:

• The fact that I'm done with season six of Desperate Housewives (holy cow that was awful). But seriously though... mad props to Drea de Matteo for bringing a tiny bit of humanity to a character with zero depth.
• Season seven of Desperate Housewives. Let's count all the ways:
  • Susan moved off the lane (however temporary, I'm still loving it).
  • OMG Vanessa Williams.
  • OMG Lainie Kazan
  • Katherine's gone, which is more of a neutral because I loved Dana Delany in the beginning.
  • This Fairview Strangler thing finally being over... I could not say enough awful things about Julie (Andrea Bowen) having anything more than a brief supporting role (seriously, who decided she should carry a storyline?).
• The Olympics. GIANT VOLDEMORT. The fact that Bob Costas totally called out David Beckham for never having been an Olympic athlete. Scratch that, everything that came out of Bob Costas' mouth. Oh, oh oh, my favorite part: everything being announced in English and French (PS I wish someone would translate Bob Costas' coverage of the games, I bet it would be endlessly amusing in another language).

Things I'm not exactly loving:

• Whatever is going on with all the scales I've come in contact with these days. On Thursday, my home scale read 226.0. And then I saw my neurologist a few hours later (no food OR drink) and it read 228.0. No way my clothes weighed two pounds, and there's no way I gained two pounds. This bothers me. And thennn, I went to see a new gynecologist on Friday and they weighed me there too... 232.8. Yeah.. giant WHAT THE FUCK.
• I hate seeing new doctors. No, no, I take that back. I hate seeing doctors at all. Especially ones that have to feel you up on the first visit. It's kinda awkward talking about calcium and exercise with someone you just met and while you're naked.
• Brian Austin Green on Desperate Housewives. Seriously, casting director, Jesse Mefcalfe much? It's like they weren't even trying to be original. Handyman/boytoy/ACTOR WITH THE SAME FACE. Try harder.
• Nothing has happened to make me feel this way yet but I'm certainly anticipating lots of frustration from attendees at our gym spurred by a sudden interest in fitness The Olympics. Look, I get it... you wanna channel your inner Phelps/Jones/whoever. I'm Team Lolo all the way (seriously... we went to high school together... RIDER PRIDE), but please get your unconditioned ass off my treadmill because people with real athletic interest need to use the equipment like they have been BEFORE Olympic fever hit and will continue to be AFTER the games are done. We're not just here to sooth our egos over squandered athletic opportunities, we're actually doing something about it and not just because Ryan Lochte's abs are reminding us of what could have been. So get off my machines.

I'm still angry at what happened with my neurologist, thankfully my momma's on her way to my city for shopping and drinks and we're gonna have the best of times. BEST OF TIMES.

But I promise I'll still tell you about what happened with my neurologist... later.