Clothing Sizes: A Federal Coverup

While shopping this evening, I came to the unsettling conclusion that my inability to find anything that fit and was remotely stylish is nothing short of a government conspiracy. Our government has decided to depress people into buying all of the low-carb, low-fat, no-fat, no taste, "healthy" food that is now on the market. The plot: no clothing sizes over a 12 will be created, and the clothing items marked "X-Large" have the number 15 next to them (since when is 15 extra large???). In this way, women of my constitution are made to feel as if they are the abnormal ones. These depressed women will then, in a vain attempt to fit into those x-large size 15's will go out and spend money on whatever the "it" diet is.
Well, I have news for the government: I refuse to comply with their coy plot. I refuse to become depressed because I can find nothing my size that I like. I refuse to jump on the latest diet bandwagon. In fact, just to show my defiance, I am now going to get a bowl of fat-full, carb-loaded, sugar-laden rocky road ice cream. Isn't life sweet?

Frustration: What can I do?

I hate when my sister yells at her kids. I love my sister, I would do anything for her kids, but when she yells at them, telling them that she hopes that she does scare them, she's glad they're crying, I know that there is nothing I can do without making it worse on the kids.
Why does she do that? Does she REALLY THINK that yelling at her kids, making threats that are never carried though, is going to make them respect her and behave? Does she? How can she? What can I do to help?
I just left one yelling scene. I got up from the dinner table (yes, the dinner table) look right at my sister and said, very calmly, "I don't have to listen to yelling." Now she is probably mad at me, but I don't really care. I DO NOT have to listen to her yell. Though I do, since she lives with us and our walls aren't exactly sound proof.
Most mornings I wake up to the sound of her screaming at her children, for whatever reason. It can be anything from them leaving a cup somewhere to the fact that they can't find their shoes.
As I type this, I hear my niece (who was the recent victim of yelling) laughing. I guess it's a good thing that children really do know how to forgive and forget.

To move or not to move....

I have been feeling very restless with my life the way it is right now. I am so close to being able to be out on my own, that I absolutely cannot wait. There is the question, though, of whether or not I should actually move out just because I will be able to.

My first response is "Yahoo! I can live on my own!!!" I mean, I love my family, but I am almost 23 years old, and feel that I am ready to be out on my own. It would be so nice, so quiet, so peaceful. So hard?

Then there is the second, more mundane response: "What's a few more months living at home? I could save money for a down payment on a house, get a new car, not have to worry about paying bills....Sounds nice." But there is a down side to living at home: I really do not relish in the thought of teaching while still living at home. I don't know why really, the thought just doesn't appeal to me at all. Maybe because of how many people are living in this house right now, but hopefully by the time I'm actually teaching as a job then that situation will have changed.

Oh what to do, what to do??

Frustrated

I just typed a very nice, rather long post. Unfortunatly, when I published it, it disappeared. Now I'm feeling even more frustrated than I was when I wrote it to help relieve frustration!!!!!

My Website

I am so excited!! My website has finally been published, thanks largely in part to my wonderful boyfriend who knows more about computers and the internet than I ever will.
The site is: http://students.reinhardt.edu/PSOE/MediaTechnologies/masonm

It still needs some work, but I am very proud of it!