Not my best week...

So, where do I begin my official pity-party? Let's see... let's start with last friday where I was on a plane flying into Houston for an event and I ended up being sick and throwing up all night until 4:00am. Good. Times. Didn't eat for about 3 whole days. Just out of curiosity I got on the scale when i got back home. Barely moved. Unbelievable. Now since December I have lost 38 lbs...and I'm excited about that, but give me a break! Really? Who doesn't lose weight after throwing up and not eating all weekend? That would be me. The fat is just hanging on like a kitty cat's claws to a piece of crap old sofa. yep.

So I pit-stop in Dallas on my way home from the event (luggage went on to midland) and I got the report back from the doc's about my baby girl. Not what I wanted to hear. Not at all. Will skip the private details. So I'm working out today on the elyptical, watching on my ipad, The King's Speech, which I didn't get to finish, and I pack up, head to the car, and throw everything into the side seat. Or so I remember. All I know is that at 3:30 today the ipad was officially gone. I have torn the place up looking for it. Went back to the YMCA, looked all over the car, looked in the house. It is gone. Forever. Now some sick-o stranger has all my fun apps, email messages, books I downloaded, songs from my itunes...etc.

I have spent the last hour changing all my passwords so the loser can't buy anything or read anymore emails. I'm just sick. And on top of AAAAAALLLLL of that, my poor iphone, that got wet when I jumped in a pool because a little one looked like he was struggling...well...it's toast. Brand new iphone 4. Ok let's do the math. I'm now out $1200 worth of electronics and now will have to go spend another $1200 to replace them. Not fun. So if you see me this week and I look grouchy...well now you know why! :(