Yo-yo no more

Have you ever just had one of the most “WTF just happened” kind of days??  Because I just had one of those days yesterday that took me straight back to the immaturity of 3rd grade.  I found myself falling asleep last night in bed saying “what the….? how the heck did this just happen…?”.  Oddly enough, this has nothing to do with food.

Let me fill you in. 

The hubby and I have a photography business.  I think that everyone should know that by now…ha!  My husbands best friend of nearly 15 years is getting married in October.  His fiance is a friend of mine (at the moment, the word “friend” is being used loosely) and she was the bridesmaid at our wedding.  Hubby’s best friend was the Best Man.  They started dating the month after our wedding.  Awww.. how sweet. 

Fast forward 5 years.  They are now engaged and getting married in October (yep, the wedding I’m supposed to be in).  They asked us last year how much we would charge them to do their engagement pictures.  We talked about it and told them we’d love to do them for free as a wedding present to them.  We were supposed to do their pictures this past Spring to give them time to lose some weight.  Well, they never lost the weight.  Then, they decided to do them in July of this year.  They (or she, rather) wanted to wait until the last possible day in July to shoot the pictures to give them a month to lose some weight (we were talking about this in June).  But she wanted the pictures to display at her bridal showers.  She’s having 5 of them, the first one was this past weekend, Aug. 2.  I tell her, no problem.  We will take your pictures on the last Sunday of July and we will move them to the top of the list for editing. 

So, we take the pictures.  I tell them they will have them by Thursday.  They call on Tuesday wanting to know if the pictures are done.  They want to come pick them up.  I think “wow”.  Did they really, seriously just call 2 days after we shot their pictures and expect them to be done?  But my hubby busted his REAR to finish them up (I had already edited my part of them so I could come to my parents house for a few days).  THEN, after my husband tells them they’ll be ready Tuesday night, she has my husbands best friend call and ask if they can also have the originals.  WHAT?  WHAT?  Really?  Please tell me you are kidding?  I know that we are your friends, but this is also our business. It’s how we make money.  And you want us to hand over the edited photos as well as the originals?  So, I tell my husband absolutely not.  It’s not how photographers do it.  So, my husband “accidentally” deleted the originals so he wouldn’t have to lie when he told them the originals got deleted.  So, what would normally take us nearly a week to edit, we did in 2 days!  I would think that that would deserve some sort of appreciation….

Already, at this point, I’ve discussed with my husband how much more trouble these 2 have been than any paying customers.  We’ve bent over backward to accomodate them and we don’t get “thanks, we appreciate it so much”…. we just get absolute crap!

But wait, there’s more….

She had asked me if I would take pictures at her Bridal shower.  I say “no problem”.  My hubby needs to keep our camera in Oklahoma, so she said I could use her camera.  So, I bring my lens and memory card and use her camera to take some pictures at the shower.  I was really excited about the pictures I was able to take. I couldn’t wait to edit them to give her some really cool pictures from her shower.  Well, this brings us to last night.

I’m on the phone with my husband when I hear his friends cell phone ring (the hubby went to his friends house to hang out while I came to my parents house).  I hear the best friend ask my husband to ask me where the pictures are at.  I tell him that they are on my memory card here at my parents house.  It is then that all hell breaks loose.  I’m not even kidding.  This girl goes on a f-l-i-p-p-i-n rampage like I’ve just taken her most prized possession and burned it in the street and ran over it with my car two or three times while laughing hysterically in her face.  I’m not even kidding.  I wish I was dramatizing this a little more than what really happened - but sadly, I am not.  She goes on a rampage.  After about 20 minutes he says “why don’t you just call julie and talk to her about it”. At that point, I tell my husband I will not be answering any phone calls from her when she is like that.  I am not a confrontational person in the least bit and break down into a heap of emotions and bawl like a baby.  There is no way I’m going to let her do that to me.  She apparently thinks that I have taken the pictures hostage and will refuse to let her see them (she, her mother and her future mother-in-law all sat at the shower and looked through the pictures).  She did try to call me, but I did not answer.  So, she called her fiance back (all the while I’m on the phone with my husband).  She said that if I’m not going to answer the phone she’s just going to come to my parents house then.  (wow!).  I tell the hubby that if she even dares to come over here, and ring the doorbell at nearly 11:00 at night while my kids are sleeping and make the dogs go crazy, I will not answer, but my dad will……and he won’t be happy.  So, she’s still flipping out.  I hear bits and pieces of what her fiance is saying to her because he’s pacing the hallway trying to calm her down.  (I’m not even kidding…. she’s doing this over 40 pictures from a bridal shower).  I’m bawling my eyes out because I haven’t seen this much drama since I was a TEENAGER!  So then she wants to know if she can get her pictures tomorrow.  Well, I don’t have a card reader at my parents house nor do I feel like shelling out money to go get the pictures put on a disc for her.  She apparently wants them all on her mothers computer before she leaves to go back to Oklahoma the next day (which would be today).  I hear her fiance telling her that her mother doesn’t have a way to view RAW images on her computer, so none of the pictures would pull up even if she had them. 

Eventually she starts saying that it’s not about the pictures anymore, it’s about me not talking to her on the phone.  I say bullcrap - if it wasn’t about the pictures anymore she’d stop bringing up the question of when tomorrow she can come get them from me. That problem would have been solved the second that he told her her mothers computer would be useless in getting any of the pictures off the disc.  However, she was determined to get the pictures (unedited) asap, regardless if the computer could read the files or not.  She was stamping her feet acting like a 2 year old in the midst of a tantrum. AND, her fiance tells her that SHE gets the SAME way when something happens to really piss her off - she doesn’t want to confront anyone or talk to anyone about it until things cool off. Yet, she can’t understand why I don’t want to talk to her after she absolutely flipped her ever lovin lid over 40 pictures!!!!!

So, I tell the hubby I’m going to write her an email via myspace.  He tells his friend that.  His friend tells her.  She sends me a text message that says (and I am quoting this) “please do not send a message through myspace, I will not be checking it”.  Wow again. Is she really being this immature?  Over 40 pictures?  Really?

So, I write her a message anyway.  Not only do I send it via Myspace, I also send it to her via Facebook and 2 of her email addresses.  She was on myspace last night shortly after I sent it.  She did not read it until this morning.  I did not get a reply from her, nothing.

Here is what my message said:

The subject was : “Someone once said ‘it’s not a really wedding without some kind of drama’”

Crap… isn’t that what I said a few months ago.  Double crap because I didn’t ever intend to be part of any drama involved with your wedding….

Listen - I apologize to the moon and back that I forgot to tell you about using our memory card to take pictures today.  It was an honest to God mistake, I swear.  If I could go back in time I would even have written a big sign on my forehead that said “HEY *her name was here*, I WANT TO USE MY OWN MEMORY CARD TODAY”. 

I swear to you it was not done to infuriate anyone, it was not done with malicious intent, I did not kidnap your pictures, I’m not holding your pictures hostage… I was excited to get to come take some really cool, nifty pictures of a bridal shower for a friend of mine whose wedding I get to be in!  The only pictures I got of my bridal shower (my one single bridal shower) was with Tina’s camera and I didn’t get them until AFTER my wedding.  So, I wanted to do for you what was not done for me and take some neat pictures and be able to edit them for you and make them look SO super-cool so that you could have some awesome pictures of your Branson Shower.  That was it.  I wasn’t trying to be sneaky or devious.  I would hope that you’ve known me long enough to know that I wouldn’t do that. There are, maybe 50 pictures, and it would take literally 2 hours to edit them.   I wasn’t planning on waiting to do it in my free time.  Like your engagement pictures, I planned to put them at the top of the pile of pictures that we have to edit.  That’s it.  That was my plan.  Had I used my own camera today, that would have still been my plan. 75% of my bridal party sucked and didn’t want to be on top of things or didn’t want to do things for me.  I don’t want to be that kind of a “bridal party” for you guys.  I realize that this is a H-U-G-E misunderstanding that was caused by my forgetfulness.  I’m sorry that it got blown out of all kinds of proportion like it was.  It sucks.  It sucks big ass.  It sucks even bigger ass if you don’t read this tonight.

I’m going to call our old neighbors tomorrow to see if they have a card reader to see if I can burn off your pictures so I can somehow get them to you tomorrow.  I’ll text or call you either way when I find out something from them.

So…………………………..this is where we are…….

I am sorry that I didn’t tell you about the memory card, but you have to trust me, *her name here*, that I’m not an evil person who is out to mis-lead you or in some way screw you over…..

As far as me not talking on the phone… I get like this.  This put me on a HUGE emotional roller coaster tonight - one like I haven’t been on in a while - I think because you are one of my few friends and I haven’t experienced anything like this with any of my friends since the Erika/Tina days).  I went through many emotions at one time tonight. People are different in how they react to things like this. Some people want to talk to everyone about it… others (such as myself) would prefer to let everything cool off and withdraw myself from everyone (except for Brett, for obvious reasons).  It has nothing to do with you at all.  I wouldn’t want to talk to my mom, dad, sister, aunts, uncles… even people who have nothing to do with the situation.  I can’t explain it.  I wish I could then maybe I could fix it.  So… there’s my attempt to trying to somewhat help you understand that part (though I think I confused myself…sheesh!!!!)
 
 
PS yes, I sent this to any email address I have of yours….. I’m just really cool like that.

There it is.  So, I expected some sort of a “it’s okay, I apologize for blowing up about it” email or text today.  But, alas… nothing.  All I got from her was a text this morning that said “hey I am leaving in less than an hour am I going to be able to get my pictures?”.  To that I told her I would be mailing the card to my husband and he could put them on a disc for her.  She then asked if it wouldn’t be cheaper for her to take the card to him (why on earth is she SO desperate to get ahold of the pictures?!?!).  So, I finally threw my hands in the air, decided to take the high road and I put the card in the mailbox and told her to come pick it up.  So, no apology from her.  Nothing. No “I’m sorry, I over reacted”.  It was just…. ” I want my pictures”.  It would have felt SOOO good to me to tell her to forget it, she couldn’t get her pictures today and would just have to wait until I edited them.  But, for once, I wanted to be the bigger person. 

I believe that I will probably be dropping out of their wedding.  If she can’t be mature enough to apologize for something that she shared fault in, I don’t have time for the drama surrounding it.  My life is too short to endure stuff like this from people who I consider a friend. She threw a tantrum, yelled, screamed, stamped her foot and got her way.  The only satisfaction I have is in knowing that her mothers computer can’t read those types of files…. so even if she tried to put them on there it wouldn’t work.  She should be back in Oklahoma right now.  I only wonder what kind of conversation she and her fiance are having.  I wonder how pleased she is with herself since she got her way.  From now on, any pictures I take at all, no matter who they are for… I am going to be sure to make it known that I will not be giving anyone ANY unedited photos. PERIOD!

So………. with all things, I will keep you updated.  It just feels SO good to VENT!!!

I just found out last night that I have a new mini-goal before the one in October.  My 10 year high school reunion will be September 20! I am SO excited to be able to see everyone that I went to high school with.  Most of them I haven’t even seen since graduation night.  Now, I was never popular in high school, I had 1 friend, never went to dances, rarely talked to anyone - however I never had any enemies either.  People from high school remember me.  So I’m excited to go back and see everyone, unveil my new body (clothed of course…haha) and let them see my new personality that has developed over the last few years.  I am nothing like I was in high school, and that’s a good thing.  I’ve often said that if I could go back and re-do high school, knowing what I know now, I would do it in a heartbeat!  I would pay more attention in class, and I would be a lot more outspoken.

I do know that the reunion falls on the same date as a wedding shower for the wedding I’m going to be in in October.  oops.  My husband told me last night to not even worry about that.  He also asked if I have plans to take him to the reunion, too.  That made me even more excited as I didn’t think it’d be something he’d be interested in.  So, I’m SUPER happy.  My mini-goal for that weekend (Sept. 19-20) will be to be 175.  Ready……. set…… GO!!!!

   So where have I been for the past 2 months….?  BUSY!  Our Photography business is really starting to take off (not to the point that Brett can quit his job, but busy enough that any spare time he has or that I have is spent editing pictures).  So, that’s part of where I’ve been. 

   I’ve stayed clear of the blogging because I didn’t feel as if I was making enough progress to warrent writing.  I just haven’t been as excited about working out and my diet for the past few months.  So…. I have now thrown the “trainer-preferred” diet out the window and have decided to pick up Weight Watchers again.  I lost 40 pounds in about 5 months on Weight Watchers.  I loved Weight Watchers.  I was happy with Weight Watchers.  But I let other people influence me into thinking that Weight Watchers wouldn’t work as well as a different diet would.  So… I’m back to Weight Watchers and SO excited about it!!!

   Another change is a comin…. we found out that our personal trainer and her hubby are moving to Colorado (we live in Oklahoma) in August.  So….. it will be up to ME to exercise.  Yikes!  This scares me.  Although a couple of the ladies who I’ve been training with have all vowed to keep it up together.  It’s a blessing in disguise because that will be extra money a month that we can put towards camera gear. 

   I have also resigned as the Black Team Leader on the Biggest Loser challenge at 3FC.  It was a HARD decision because I LOVED doing it so much.  But I felt like to continue doing it would be so selfish on my part as the people on the team deserve a leader who will be SO much more involved than I have been able to be. 

   I have a lot of updating to do on my blog.  Mainly the “weigh-in” tab.  I need to re-measure myself too.  I dropped doing those things when I became unhappy with my diet…. amazing.  But, now I’m SO excited to be back on Weight Watchers and want to keep track of my progress.  So….here I am!!!!

Yeah, I wrote a whole LONG post, hit “save” then went in and hit “publish” and now the post shows up empty.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Ode To Macy’s
A poem by my husband, Brett

“Outstanding” they all mumbled, gathered like a herd
Round the days chosen dictator, to hear the morning word

Our pay is too low, the coupons don’t work, it makes the patrons mad
It’s okay, just say “outstanding” it will change to good from bad

Where are you going? The managers ask, with disbelief & fear
“I’m going to be ‘out standing’…. far, far away from here.

*teeeheeee*

Yep, my shortest job EVER!  Lasted 2 months…wow!  I think my next shortest job was like 2 years…. with the longest being 9 years.  So, that has to tell you how ridiculous this job is.

I really do like everyone I work with at Macy’s.  They are all just SO nice!  So, it has nothing to do with that.  I was hired on as “seasonal”, therefore I was hired on as “seasonal” with “seasonal” pay…. $7.50/hour.  I had the assurance from the HR lady that at the end of the “season” on Jan. 19, if I wanted to stay on permanently I would then get a raise. Okay… no problem.  Jan 19 came, I had 3 managers fighting over who was going to get me, I had the praise of the store manager.  Everyone loved me!

Cut to 3 weeks ago.  I was curious about my raise and when it would become effective.  So, I stopped to talk to the HR lady.  She then got really quiet and started stuttering saying that she needed to check with Ron (the head HR person) and about that time Ron came in the office.  She mentioned to him that I was there to talk about my raise.  He then got all fumbly with his words and told me how they had accidentally hired on seasonal people at the wrong rate and that $7.50/hour was on the high end of the pay scale, blah blah blah. I then go in the hallway with Ron because Kate has an interview with a poor soul who has no clue as to what’s in store.  So, in the hallway, I look at Ron and say “I can’t work for $7.50 an hour”.  His eyes got big, worried that the girl in the interview heard what I just said.  He then told me to come to his office to talk.  He said that “that sounded like a threat, that kind of scares me”.  I said “no, Ron, that’s not a threat…. it’s just me telling you I can’t work for $7.50 an hour”.  He has me sit down and asks what I thought I should be making.  So, I said $8.50 an hour, $8.00 at the absolute lowest.  I know what Brett makes, I know what other ladies that started at the same time as me makes and I have no clue why I can’t make the same amount (one lady who works there, started a month prior to me starting and has the same amount of retail experience as me makes $9.50 an hour, I’d like to know whose strings she pulled for that…. wait… that’s not how I meant it maybe).  He then pulls out a calculator, does some math and says that he’s almost sure that he can’t get me $8.00 an hour but that he’ll try to “make something work” and that if he can work something out that it needs to be confidential! BLAH and GAG. I was making $7.50 an hour 10 years ago working as a checker at a grocery store….10 YEARS AGO! The cool thing about this was that I did not cry a single tear while I was in his office.  Those of you who know me know that I cry like a baby in situations like that.  I was so proud of myself!

So, shortly after this, all the managers started critiquing any little tiny thing I did. From not using their choice word “outstanding” enough to not telling every single soul who was walking out “thanks for shopping with us…come back and see us” (including people who are on their cell phones?). So the really big “UGH” day for me was when someone from Corporate was coming and all the managers were freaking out and telling us to say “outstanding” all the time.  I literally started gagging every time I said it.  Outstanding is not a word that you use on a daily basis.  When is the last time you said “outstanding” when someone asked how you were.  I felt incredibly fake every time I said it. I can say “wonderful” or “great”….. but not outstanding.  My manager knew of my disdain of it.  She compared our use of the word “outstanding” to the McDonald’s arches…. claiming that like the “golden arches” it sets us apart from everyone else (I heard the Battlehymn of the Republic in the background while she was telling me this).  I thought to myself “yes… you’re in a MALL… you sure are set apart from everyone else… that’s because you’re near the food court so they can bring in their chicken fried rice and eat it while they look for bargains…yeah…  whoooweee… Macy’s is climbing the RANKS!” I didn’t say that, but I felt like it.  I, personally, hate it when sales associates come up and talk to me while I’m shopping, I especially hate when they are overly fake about their giddiness and that is exactly what Macy’s expects of you.  OH, that and to try to sell people on signing up for a Macy’s card.  You do that and you (the associate) get $5 in store credit…ooooooooo…. $5 to spend at Macy’s (as long as your order is OVER $10 and it can’t be an item that’s already on clearance or a super buy….)  I have such a new love for Wal-Mart at 3 in the morning.  People are so disgruntled to be there you don’t have to worry about them talking to you. 

Cut to last week…payday…. I checked my check. I got a raise…. yep…. a big fat 35 cent raise.  That’s right, Ron pulled some strings alright, risked breaking the budget so I could get paid $7.88 an hour (that amounts to an extra $8 per week)  Whew… I hope he didn’t have to fight too hard for that one.  I probably made some little old man whose worked at Macy’s his whole life get a cut in pay for that. 

So, after being at home for a solid week while the kids have been sick, being with them 24 hours a day again, I realized that my time away from them is certainly not worth $7.88 an hour.  It’s not even worth $78 million dollars.  So, I’ve given my 2 weeks notice.  I didn’t go to work again today because my Mother In Law (aka the babysitter) is sick.  I was then informed (via Brett) that in order for the notice to be in effect I have to give them an actual letter….and that next time I want to call out of work because people are sick, I need to give them more notice than 10 minutes (I actually called the “call out number” 2 hours before my shift was to start - this is a line you call and leave a message on - after the pre-recorded message from the store manager tells you how important of a team member you are and to try your best to come to work - then someone is supposed to check the messages and relay it to your manager).  So, someone didn’t check those messages until 10 minutes before my shift started - but they feel the need to tell me to call sooner.  I did let them know on the message that I hope that they have an “outstanding” evening… HAHAHAHhahahaha…. that did bring a smile to my face.

So, I may not “fulfill” my 2 weeks notice.  Maybe my MIL will just have to stay sick for the next 2 weeks.  I won’t be missed at Macy’s.  I’ll be quickly replaced by some high school kid who needs gas money for the new car mommy and daddy just bought for them.  I’ll miss my fellow co-workers.  But I can say, I won’t miss any of the managers or HR people. Fake, fake, fake, fake fake!

The managers there are certainly proud of their store and act as if their entire life is wrapped up in Macy’s… loyalties and sales.  I just can’t do that.  If my heart isn’t in it, I can’t do it.  So, C’est La Vie Macy’s.  Thank you for the cool cheap crap you let me buy at my 20% discount (and even the 10% extra on those special “You Count as an Employee” days).  But, my life is certainly not in retail.  GAG, I feel the need to puke now!   I refuse to spend my life “workin’ for the man”.  Photography here I come!

You all have an OUTSTANDING day! 

Lady J

For the longest time, my 21st Birthday was the Birthday to top all Birthdays (for me anyway).  On my 21st Birthday a group of my friends and I went to Chuck E. Cheese and then went bowling.  It was a BLAST!

Well, today was my 28th Birthday.  I hardly even remember my last 7th birthdays (other than my 21st).  On my 25th Birthday, I had a 4 day old son to care for, on my 26th Birthday, we were having our sons birthday party and I was exactly 1 week out from having our second kid.  My 27th Birthday was…. well…. if you don’t already know about it, you’ll be filled in later.  But just know that it’s a birthday I choose to forget.

So… here I am at my 28th Birthday.  First, Brett let me open one of 7 of my presents last night.  It was a Florida Gator garden flag.  Yes, he knows me oh-so-well.   I cleaned our room up really nice last night, did all the laundry, washed our sheets, etc.  I love going to sleep in a clean room (and waking up in a clean room as well). So, that was a gift to myself. 

We woke up early this morning, we had a session with Jessie.   We had a GREAT workout this morning.  I think that that helps to really get the day going.  Not only that but she told me that on my birthday, all birthday cake is calorie-free! (I never knew that! lol).  We got home and I got to open 2 more of my presents.  He got me some decaf Hazlenut coffee from Gloria Jean’s Coffee Shop. YUM And, he also got me a really nice Atlas to start planning all our trips. 

Shortly after I opened those, Jacob came in the room.  He sang “Happy Birthday” to me.  He sang it so sweetly. It was one of the best birthday presents I could have ever asked for!  He’s a boy after my own heart!

A present I got from Brett (but didn’t get to open) was getting to go get my hair cut again by Jamison.  He cut my hair before Christmas and did an amazing job!  So, I wanted to go back to him and let him cut it again, same style, just a little shorter.  I LOVE it!  So sassy am I!

When I got home from getting my hair cut, it was time for another present or 2 or 3.  Candle tarts from Yankee Candle (LOVE THEM!) and …. oh-my-goodness a box of Godiva Chocolates (since I didn’t have any birthday cake, I think the chocolates are calorie-free, right?).  He also got me some mascara that I had wanted from the Estee Lauder counter at Macy’s.  I’m a hot sassy mama now, let me tell ya! lol

So, we spent the day with the kids.  We went to Claremore to pick up the mail at our PO Box we have there.  Then we decided to take the kids to the park (it was 70-some-odd degrees today!).  First, we had to stop and get some gas.  Brett came out with another present for me… 5 $1 Oklahoma Scratcher tickets.  I laughed.  The very first card I scratched off was a winner…. $99, I kid you not!  Brett had already said he wanted to take me out for dinner tonight, but once we saw the winning ticket, we decided that we’d go out to dinner anywhere we wanted to tonight.  We called this place here in Tulsa called Flemings Steakhouse to see what time they closed.  Turns out, it’s one of “those places” where you have to have a reservation to eat at.  Fancy shmancy!  So, we put our names down.   How exciting! 

We went to the park with the kids and had such a FUN time, just the 4 of us. 

We got back and got ready to go out to eat at Flemings.  We were both on cloud 9! We arrived at Flemings at 7.  It was so nice inside.  We sat down and were going over the menus when I noticed 2 people walk in the front door.  I kept telling myself “I recognize those 2 people”.  And then, because they were standing in the shadows, I’d talk myself out of thinking that I knew who they were.  Finally they got taken to their seat (about 15 feet away from us) and when they got into the light, I KNEW I knew who they were.  It was Isaac and Taylor Hanson from the “boyband” Hanson.  Again, I kid you not.  Now, I think I may be one of the few people who really did like Hanson when they were so popular years ago, and I’m even a fan of their newer stuff. In fact, I still have a mention of them in my “About Me” section on my Myspace page.  At this point of the night, I was absolutely giddy. No, I did not talk to them or take their picture.  But, Brett was a witness to it. As we walked out the door by their table, I made sure to double check and make sure it was really them…… yep…. really them! 

This Birthday is hands down one of the greatest birthday’s I’ve had.  If this is what getting older feels like, then BRING IT!  I had a day filled with love and laughter. 

2007 was the year of Change for us.  2008 is the year of prosperity and redemption! I am absolutely blessed beyond measure with an amazing husband, two priceless kiddos, a wonderful family and awesome friends.  All I can say is that God is so good to me. I give all glory and thanks to Him for the day that He has given to me today.  I look forward to this entire year (and the years to come). 

it’s been a while, huh?  Update to follow…..

Okay.  A fellow Black Team Member posted a great question on our board today asking us if we had any “secret” goals.  Obviously we all want to lose weight to have smaller clothes, be healthy, etc.  She was asking about goals that you haven’t really told anyone.  So…. I got to thinking about it and I have a couple.

1) I have always been the “fat” grandchild.  My grandparents have 14 grandkids…. of all of them, I am the heaviest.  My weight is something that has been acknowledged by my grandfather on a few occasions. So, I am ready to pass on my title and no longer be the fat grandchild!

 2) Sometime in 2008, I will be having my 10 year high school reunion.  I would LOVE to show up smaller than what anyone in high school remembered me.  That won’t be so hard to do seeing how as I was over 200 pounds when I graduated!  I’d love to go knock them all over and be a hottie though.  Show all the guys who didn’t ask me out or give me the time of day what they missed out on.  

3) This could be TMI for some of you.  But I would LOVE to be able to give my hubby a good old-fashioned super sexy lap dance.  I can’t do that now.  I don’t think it’s sexy when your gut reaches your husband before your boobs do!! 

So, these are some of my “secret” goals…. though I don’t guess that they are so much a secret now, huh? *teehee*

 I realized that Sunday will be my 60th day on WW.   I am so proud of myself!  I’ve never stuck with anything for 60 days (other than breathing, being a wife and mommy).  That’s a fairly big deal to me.  So, it’ll be interesting to see what my weight is on Sunday…. see how far I’ve come in only 60 days!

Another new quote, courtesy of MarinePrincess:

“I can’t lose 100 pounds, but I can lose 10 pounds 10 times”

I love it!!!!! It makes weight loss seem a heck of a lot easier!