Anybody else have any goals they want to reach before Chicago?
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
FYI and Goal for Chicago
Anybody else have any goals they want to reach before Chicago?
Friday, August 27, 2010
Esophageal Spasm Anyone?
Another possibility is esophageal spasm. I'm leaning towards this one because when I take tylenol it helps the feeling. In one website I read, it said that conditions like GERD, anxiety, depression and sensitivity to food are all thought to be causes - none of which I have - unless the sensitivity to food is new, but like I said - it doesn't always occur after eating. I'm taking a prescription antacid regularly (omeprazole) that I was told to take after surgery. I've never had acid reflux before - do you think that is a possibility? I don't think it's restriction because I can eat more than a cup of food with no problem and I haven't had any pbing.
I plan on calling my surgeon on Monday, but I'm a little nervous because I also want to get another fill and I'm afraid he won't give me a fill if I'm complaining about pain. God, that sounds stupid when I write it out loud. I know I've got to get this figured out.
Any input would be appreciated.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Shoes Glorious Shoes!
I am just so freaking excited that I had to post. I bought a pair of Etienne Aigner boots on sale for....wait for it....you are not going to believe this...
Lastly, if any newbies haven't found Band Groupie's Blog at The Sweet Spot, you definitely need to become a follower and read her old posts. She has so much great info that she's in the process of putting it all into a book.
$5.00
WHAT! No I didn't leave a zero out. There is no typo. I didn't mean $50.00. I meant $5.00
The Shoe Dept in our mall was having a sale and I got five pair of shoes for $87! And to make it even better, I normally have a hard time finding shoes I like AND fit me right. So not only did I find 5 pair I liked, but all at an awesome price. Life is good.
So, on the band front, I got my fill a week ago and think I have some restriction. I'm pretty happy considering I wasn't expecting much from this first fill. It seems that bandsters (and pre-bandsters) have different versions of what restriction should be. LDswims talks about fills and restriction in this post and I think what she says makes a lot of sense. To be honest, I did think I wanted the band to restrict what I ate, but after reading Lori's post, I realize that what I have now is the better way to go.
The next step in my journey is to get exercise into the mix. I joined the Chica Challenge, but haven't done much about it as of yet. My daughters and I are going for a walk tomorrow. I know it's not running a marathon, but it's a start.
Lastly, if any newbies haven't found Band Groupie's Blog at The Sweet Spot, you definitely need to become a follower and read her old posts. She has so much great info that she's in the process of putting it all into a book.
Hope you all are having a good week.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I guess it was bound to happen...
So I've lost a follower. I know I shouldn't take it personally. I'm not sure how or if I can tell who I lost, but if that person comes back here to check in, I just want to say I'm sorry that my blog wasn't interesting enough, but if you give me some feedback, I'll definitely take it into consideration.
Again, I know you cannot please everyone and ultimately this blog is for me, but losing a follower got me thinking how I can do better with my blog. With all the activities /vacations of Summer it has definitely been a challenge with trying to keep up with blogs and do my own. I get more satisfaction out of reading everybody else's stories and trying to leave supportive comments rather than doing my own posts. Does that say something about me? A part of me thinks that there are so many of you who have been here (beginning of the journey, I mean), done that, got the t-shirt (in a size small, no less) that I can understand why rehashing the experiences you've already been through really holds little interest. But I also know that you all are so nice and supportive that despite your own successes, you still remember us newbies and give us the advice we so desperately need. But I wish I could give back to you all.
I know I definitely need to do better with pictures. I love seeing pictures of people, their friends and family that accompanies their posts. Makes me feel like I know them. I'm still at the stage where I don't like pictures of myself, but I know I just need to suck it up and put them up so down the road I can post all the great before and after pictures. So here are a few to kick it off.
There are a couple of cool restaurants at Ocean City, MD that we visit every time we go. Fishtales is one of them. There is usually a very long wait for dinner, but they have a playground for little kids and swings for big kids too - conveniently located next to the bar.
I already posted a table picture in a previous post which I thought was particulary brave of me considering I was at the front of the picture - with my eyes closed - looking particulary chunky. I like the below picture a lot more because I'm at the end of the table with my "I love you" hands. My brother's mother-in-law is in front and back from there is my niece, husband's sister and my hubby (you can barely see his face). To my right is my older daughter, Amy, then my younger daughter, Megan, then my sister-in-law's niece and my sister-in-law's brother. I am lucky enough to not only like my sister-in-law (brother's wife), but her family as well.
Update - okay, so I was whining at the beginning of this post that I lost a follower. Well, I went back in to look at something on my blog and I'm back up to 119 followers. So I don't know if I gained a new one or the person who left came back - I'm so confused. Anyway, I am going to stop obsessing on this and just say I am very thankful to all my followers. If I am not following you, please, PLEASE, please let me know. XO
Again, I know you cannot please everyone and ultimately this blog is for me, but losing a follower got me thinking how I can do better with my blog. With all the activities /vacations of Summer it has definitely been a challenge with trying to keep up with blogs and do my own. I get more satisfaction out of reading everybody else's stories and trying to leave supportive comments rather than doing my own posts. Does that say something about me? A part of me thinks that there are so many of you who have been here (beginning of the journey, I mean), done that, got the t-shirt (in a size small, no less) that I can understand why rehashing the experiences you've already been through really holds little interest. But I also know that you all are so nice and supportive that despite your own successes, you still remember us newbies and give us the advice we so desperately need. But I wish I could give back to you all.
I know I definitely need to do better with pictures. I love seeing pictures of people, their friends and family that accompanies their posts. Makes me feel like I know them. I'm still at the stage where I don't like pictures of myself, but I know I just need to suck it up and put them up so down the road I can post all the great before and after pictures. So here are a few to kick it off.
There are a couple of cool restaurants at Ocean City, MD that we visit every time we go. Fishtales is one of them. There is usually a very long wait for dinner, but they have a playground for little kids and swings for big kids too - conveniently located next to the bar.
I already posted a table picture in a previous post which I thought was particulary brave of me considering I was at the front of the picture - with my eyes closed - looking particulary chunky. I like the below picture a lot more because I'm at the end of the table with my "I love you" hands. My brother's mother-in-law is in front and back from there is my niece, husband's sister and my hubby (you can barely see his face). To my right is my older daughter, Amy, then my younger daughter, Megan, then my sister-in-law's niece and my sister-in-law's brother. I am lucky enough to not only like my sister-in-law (brother's wife), but her family as well.
Below is a picture of my daughters, niece and I having a drink at Seacrets in OC before dinner - another very cool restaurant. I'm usually not a big fan of frozen drinks, but they have one called a Miami Vice (best with a rum floater. Don't judge, I was on vacation).
Update - okay, so I was whining at the beginning of this post that I lost a follower. Well, I went back in to look at something on my blog and I'm back up to 119 followers. So I don't know if I gained a new one or the person who left came back - I'm so confused. Anyway, I am going to stop obsessing on this and just say I am very thankful to all my followers. If I am not following you, please, PLEASE, please let me know. XO
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Piece of Cake
No, I did not eat of piece of cake so don't worry. I got my first fill yesterday and it was a piece of cake. I laid on the table and my surgeon gave me a shot to numb my skin which was just a pinch in my stomach - nothing major at all. I didn't look at the needle he used to access my port, but I didn't feel it going in. I was nervous at first because he was having a hard time finding the entrance to my port. That's the one downside about having single incision surgery - he doesn't have a guideline to follow to my port. After a few trys he said he might have to do it with xray. So I freaked out a little, thinking maybe the port had flipped. But then he tried a few more times and finally got it.
He had me drink while the needle was still in me (assume all surgeons do this). Was kind of weird feeling at first. He said that I shouldn't feel the water going down because that would mean I was too tight. I wasn't exactly sure what I should be feeling, but I thought I felt the sensation of the water going down so he took some out. I ended up getting 3 ccs and he said if I didn't feel restriction in two weeks I can call him for another fill. I think I feel a small bit of restriction, but I'm on mushies so hard to tell. I might just be thinking about it too hard. I definitely am staying full longer - even on a liquid shake I had - so loving that!
Going to Ruth Chris tonight for my Dad's 79th birthday. I've only gotten steak there in the past (they are known for their steaks, for those who aren't familiar), but I'll get fish or a crab cake. Sure that will be good too. I know I need to take it easy after a fill.
I'm definitely in the honeymoon stage of this journey. Weight is coming off fairly easy without much work for me. Not that I'm losing super fast, but 2lbs a week is fine with me. I'll enjoy it while it lasts because I know that eventually I'll need to start to be more actively involved for the weight to come off. I do plan in participating in the Chica Challenge so that will help motivate me to exercise.
Happy hump day!
Monday, August 16, 2010
New York, New York
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I've been reading yours.
Had a great time in New York. Saw the broadway show the Adams Family - it was a lot of fun. Last year we saw Rock of Ages and that was fun too. It can be tricky trying to find a show that an 11 year old, a 14 year old and a grown man and woman all enjoy, but we lucked out 2 times in a row.
The first night we stayed outside of New York to save a little bit of money. We ended up lost around the docks of New Jersey. Hopefully nobody takes offense to this but my girls were a little nervous because the area looked a little shady (also known as industrial to an adult) and my husband was irritated because he was lost so I needed to crack a joke. (If you want to know how I knew my husband was irritated, when I asked him if he wanted me to turn on the voice for our GPS system thinking that might help get us on track he said very dryly that he didn't need another voice. I was pissed at the moment, but we laughed about it later) Okay, back to the docks, I told the girls there was nothing to worry about because this was the place where murderers would take their bodies to dump. The good thing is that they already had their murder for the day so we were safe.
We did the NBC tour and thought it was super cool to see the Saturday Night Live set. Looks a lot different than on tv. Also went to Madame Tussauds was museum. It was pretty cool and got took some funny pictures of the kids with the "celebrities." I thought it got a little boring after a while, though. (Above picture is not of my kids. I am terrible at downloading photos as you may have picked up. I still owe you pics from Ocean City.)
Had one bad experience while there. We were walking in Time Square and of course it was pretty jammed pack so jostling is to be expected. However, a large man - he was well over 6 foot - was walking along with his arms out and swinging - talking to himself - so I noticed him right away. Luckily he turned into a store so I thought he was gone. Unfortunately, before I picked him up on my radar again he barrelled into my 11 year old daughter almost knocking her off her feet. My husband was up front and didn't see it happen, but I yelled, "Hey!" to the guy and, to my surprise, quite a few other people on the street started yelling at him for knocking into my daughter. He said, "I didn't do anything! Fuck you!" and stormed off. I turned to my daughter and realized she was holding the back of her head and crying. My husband looked at her and said, "Oh, he made her cry!?" I have to say, David had a look in his eye that both scared me and excited me at the same time. Then he took off running after the guy. The two things running through my head were that either he was going to pound the guy or the guy was going to pull out a weapon. So I started yelling after him to come back. I swear - it was just like a movie. Luckily he just said some choice words to the guy and it ended with the guy saying "Oh, she is your daughter. Tell her I'm sorry." Whatever - I think he did have a screw lose. Ultimately what we got out of it was the good from the experience and how great it was that so many people jumped to my daughter's defense.
Lastly, we went to an awesome restaurant called Carmines on 200 West 44th Street. It's a family style italian restaurant so the portion sizes are huge. In my experience, big portions usually equals average taste. Not so in this circumstance. The food was delicious. We had the chicken parm and ravioli, which we mostly picked because our kids like. I would have liked to try something a little more different, but maybe next time. I definitely ate more than I should have, but not as much as I would have pre-band. And now for my big confession - we got dessert. I am not a dessert person (believe it or not), but the waiter talked us into the hot fudge sundae. I wasn't really worried, because in addition to not being a dessert person, I'm really not a sundae person. However, this was not your average sundae. This was a little piece of heaven on earth. The whipped topping wasn't too sweet or too gooey. The chocolate ice cream was so creamy and rich. But, not only was there ice cream, but it was on top of this delicious dark chocolate cake. Most of the time those kind of cakes make my teeth hurt, but not this one. I should have taken a picture, but didn't think of it until it was too late.
If anybody has any other good ideas about what to do in New York, I'd love to hear. I think our next trip will be end of October so I'm thinking it will be good time to do Central Park and the Ellis Island tour. Also, if anybody has any show ideas appropriate for kids, but interesting to adults, that would be great.
On the band front, I'm doing pretty well. Still down 11 lbs. Carmines didn't help my weight loss effort, but at least I didn't gain. Tomorrow is my first fill. I'm a little nervous, but will be glad when it's over so I know what it will be like going forward. I'm trying to keep my expectations low because I've heard the first fill doesn't give a lot of restriction, but at least it's a start to building restriction. I'm assuming I'll be cleared to do whatever exercise I want, so that will definitely help. Our elliptical has been broken for a few months and we finally found someone to fix it so I'm looking forward to getting back on that and logging minutes for the Chica Challenge.
Had a great time in New York. Saw the broadway show the Adams Family - it was a lot of fun. Last year we saw Rock of Ages and that was fun too. It can be tricky trying to find a show that an 11 year old, a 14 year old and a grown man and woman all enjoy, but we lucked out 2 times in a row.
The first night we stayed outside of New York to save a little bit of money. We ended up lost around the docks of New Jersey. Hopefully nobody takes offense to this but my girls were a little nervous because the area looked a little shady (also known as industrial to an adult) and my husband was irritated because he was lost so I needed to crack a joke. (If you want to know how I knew my husband was irritated, when I asked him if he wanted me to turn on the voice for our GPS system thinking that might help get us on track he said very dryly that he didn't need another voice. I was pissed at the moment, but we laughed about it later) Okay, back to the docks, I told the girls there was nothing to worry about because this was the place where murderers would take their bodies to dump. The good thing is that they already had their murder for the day so we were safe.
We did the NBC tour and thought it was super cool to see the Saturday Night Live set. Looks a lot different than on tv. Also went to Madame Tussauds was museum. It was pretty cool and got took some funny pictures of the kids with the "celebrities." I thought it got a little boring after a while, though. (Above picture is not of my kids. I am terrible at downloading photos as you may have picked up. I still owe you pics from Ocean City.)
Had one bad experience while there. We were walking in Time Square and of course it was pretty jammed pack so jostling is to be expected. However, a large man - he was well over 6 foot - was walking along with his arms out and swinging - talking to himself - so I noticed him right away. Luckily he turned into a store so I thought he was gone. Unfortunately, before I picked him up on my radar again he barrelled into my 11 year old daughter almost knocking her off her feet. My husband was up front and didn't see it happen, but I yelled, "Hey!" to the guy and, to my surprise, quite a few other people on the street started yelling at him for knocking into my daughter. He said, "I didn't do anything! Fuck you!" and stormed off. I turned to my daughter and realized she was holding the back of her head and crying. My husband looked at her and said, "Oh, he made her cry!?" I have to say, David had a look in his eye that both scared me and excited me at the same time. Then he took off running after the guy. The two things running through my head were that either he was going to pound the guy or the guy was going to pull out a weapon. So I started yelling after him to come back. I swear - it was just like a movie. Luckily he just said some choice words to the guy and it ended with the guy saying "Oh, she is your daughter. Tell her I'm sorry." Whatever - I think he did have a screw lose. Ultimately what we got out of it was the good from the experience and how great it was that so many people jumped to my daughter's defense.
Lastly, we went to an awesome restaurant called Carmines on 200 West 44th Street. It's a family style italian restaurant so the portion sizes are huge. In my experience, big portions usually equals average taste. Not so in this circumstance. The food was delicious. We had the chicken parm and ravioli, which we mostly picked because our kids like. I would have liked to try something a little more different, but maybe next time. I definitely ate more than I should have, but not as much as I would have pre-band. And now for my big confession - we got dessert. I am not a dessert person (believe it or not), but the waiter talked us into the hot fudge sundae. I wasn't really worried, because in addition to not being a dessert person, I'm really not a sundae person. However, this was not your average sundae. This was a little piece of heaven on earth. The whipped topping wasn't too sweet or too gooey. The chocolate ice cream was so creamy and rich. But, not only was there ice cream, but it was on top of this delicious dark chocolate cake. Most of the time those kind of cakes make my teeth hurt, but not this one. I should have taken a picture, but didn't think of it until it was too late.
If anybody has any other good ideas about what to do in New York, I'd love to hear. I think our next trip will be end of October so I'm thinking it will be good time to do Central Park and the Ellis Island tour. Also, if anybody has any show ideas appropriate for kids, but interesting to adults, that would be great.
On the band front, I'm doing pretty well. Still down 11 lbs. Carmines didn't help my weight loss effort, but at least I didn't gain. Tomorrow is my first fill. I'm a little nervous, but will be glad when it's over so I know what it will be like going forward. I'm trying to keep my expectations low because I've heard the first fill doesn't give a lot of restriction, but at least it's a start to building restriction. I'm assuming I'll be cleared to do whatever exercise I want, so that will definitely help. Our elliptical has been broken for a few months and we finally found someone to fix it so I'm looking forward to getting back on that and logging minutes for the Chica Challenge.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Versatile Blogger Award and Band Update
Hello Friends. I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I've been trying to read all of yours and comment as much as possible. Man, coming back from vacation is tough on many different levels and I'm going to New York next week for a few days, so I'm going to fall behind again. Hopefully everybody else is having a hard time keeping up with blogging during the Summer. As soon as I get my pictures downloaded, I'll do a post about my time at Ocean City. It was so much fun and the weather was perfect. It was also nice to want to get in front of the camera because I wanted plenty of comparison shots for next year. Some were not as bad as I thought they'd be, but others - well, once you see them you'll know what I mean. Here is one of the worst.
In case you don't already know, I'm on the right in front. Eyes clossed AND rolls of fat showing - nice! I blame the photographer. : ) My hubby is across from me, my brother is to my right (the one I ran away with - see #1 below), his wife is to his right. Across from my brother is our father and to my father's left is my sister-in-law's mother.
On the band front, I am doing great. I am almost a month post op and am 21lbs down. I did lose 10 lbs prior to surgery, but I'm counting it in my total pounds down. I lost it so think I deserve to show it. I've entered the 250s and am excited to blow by them to the 240s. I haven't been in the 240s in a few years. My first fill is scheduled August 17th. I'll be glad to have the experience behind me so I know what it feels like. Most of you said it didn't hurt at all, so that's what I'm hoping for.
It was nice to come back to an award nomination. Thanks so much Sam for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Looks like I need to tell you 7 things about myself that you don't already know, which could be tough. If I tell you too much, I'll have to hunt you down and kill you. Seriously, though, I feel like you all know me so well through my blogs, but I'll do my best to think of some new info.
1. When I was 14, my brother and I ran away from home. Before you get out your tissues thinking this is a sad story of abuse, don't! I had great parents. The reason my 11 year old brother and I ran away is because....wait for it.....extremely good reason.....we had to get away.....we couldn't stand our youngest brother. Don't laugh! Our brother was more irritating than the average 8 year old. We later found out that he is extremely intelligent, which is probably how he knew to push our buttons so well. Anyway, our runaway plan was not very well thought out. Initially, it was just me who wanted to runaway. However, when my 11 year old brother found out, he wanted to come with. My boyfriend at the time (who my parents hated, which in retrospect may have been another reason I wanted to runaway) said we could come stay with him and his father. We took a bus (my first experience with public transportation and I was petrified.) to my boyfriend's house in the city. Unfortunately my boyfriend hadn't cleared this with his father, who said that we could NOT stay with him. Duh! So we decided to go get something to eat, but I didn't have any money and either did my boyfriend. My brother started crying saying he wanted to go home, so I tried calling my grandmother on a pay phone, reversing the charges. She wouldn't accept the charges (I think she was confused on who was calling) so we had to call home. My mom was extremely upset and came down to the city with my 8 year old brother to pick us up. She didn't say a word. On the way home she stopped at a friends house and we had to stay in the car while she went in. Later we found out that she was making us sweat it out. I know I'm not explaining this experience as well as I should. Needless to say, since I didn't take any clothes or money and brought my brother along for the ride, subconsciously I knew I wasn't running away. However, it did scare my mother to death when she found out we were gone, but in later years we laughed about it. And the happy ending is that while my youngest brother still annoyed us for many years after, as adults we are all friends.
2. Last year when my husband and I took our daughters to New York (my daughters' first time) my youngest daughter wanted a Spongebob ice cream from one of the street vendors. We kept putting her off because we were going into this building or it was almost lunch time or we were getting on the bus...but we kept promising her she would soon get her ice cream. Finally, it was time. We went to a street vendor and found out that in New York a Spongebob ice cream is like $5 freaking dollars. But we had been telling her all day she would get it so we shelled out the $5 knowing that our daughter would be so happy to finally get her pop. However, when she opened the ice cream, it was obvious that it had melted and been refrozen. Spongebob had a wildly manic expression on his face and tasted like crap. So we went back up to the vendor and showed it to him, but he wouldn't refund our money or give us another. We kept going back and forth with him until it was obvious we weren't getting anywhere. We walked away from the cart and I think for the sake of my reputation before I say what happened next, I need to point out I was PMSing. My daughter was upset that the ice cream she was promised all day turned into a bust and I was pissed that we shelled out $5 for nothing. So I took the ice cream, marched back up to the vendor and told him he could take the ice cream and shove it. At that point I threw it at him. Not hard. It bounced off his cart. OMG. I can't believe I'm telling you this story. Hopefully you don't think less of me. Again, it is a story that we now crack up about. The cherry on top is that there were a ton of police cars in the parking lot by the vendor cart, which I didn't notice prior to throwing the ice cream. We joked the rest of the trip that there was an APB out for me as a vendor terrorist.
3. I was very involved in drama growing up. In 6th grade I was the understudy for Oliver in Oliver Twist and was in many high school productions. My ultimate was when I was cast as one of the leads - Abby Brewster - in the play Aresenic and Old Lace.
4. My grandmother told me when I was 12 that I had the thighs of a 16 year old. At the time, I thought that was a good thing. I later realized it was not a compliment.
5. I'm addicted to reality tv. I think you probably already picked this up in other posts, but just thought I'd put it out there. I'm looking forward to watching Biggest Loser this year and not feeling like a failure. I've made my own decision on how to lose weight and know that I will be successful.
6. I'm watching a dvr'd America's Got Talent as I type this. (See #5).
7. Linda of Linda's Bandwith and her husband, Rick of Band Together are coming with their lovely daughter, Cate to my house this Sunday to hang out with my hubby and daughters by the pool. Praying for great weather and know we will have an awesome time.
I haven't been able to keep track of who has already been nominated and I love you all, so it's impossible for me to pick only a few to nominate.
On the band front, I am doing great. I am almost a month post op and am 21lbs down. I did lose 10 lbs prior to surgery, but I'm counting it in my total pounds down. I lost it so think I deserve to show it. I've entered the 250s and am excited to blow by them to the 240s. I haven't been in the 240s in a few years. My first fill is scheduled August 17th. I'll be glad to have the experience behind me so I know what it feels like. Most of you said it didn't hurt at all, so that's what I'm hoping for.
It was nice to come back to an award nomination. Thanks so much Sam for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Looks like I need to tell you 7 things about myself that you don't already know, which could be tough. If I tell you too much, I'll have to hunt you down and kill you. Seriously, though, I feel like you all know me so well through my blogs, but I'll do my best to think of some new info.
1. When I was 14, my brother and I ran away from home. Before you get out your tissues thinking this is a sad story of abuse, don't! I had great parents. The reason my 11 year old brother and I ran away is because....wait for it.....extremely good reason.....we had to get away.....we couldn't stand our youngest brother. Don't laugh! Our brother was more irritating than the average 8 year old. We later found out that he is extremely intelligent, which is probably how he knew to push our buttons so well. Anyway, our runaway plan was not very well thought out. Initially, it was just me who wanted to runaway. However, when my 11 year old brother found out, he wanted to come with. My boyfriend at the time (who my parents hated, which in retrospect may have been another reason I wanted to runaway) said we could come stay with him and his father. We took a bus (my first experience with public transportation and I was petrified.) to my boyfriend's house in the city. Unfortunately my boyfriend hadn't cleared this with his father, who said that we could NOT stay with him. Duh! So we decided to go get something to eat, but I didn't have any money and either did my boyfriend. My brother started crying saying he wanted to go home, so I tried calling my grandmother on a pay phone, reversing the charges. She wouldn't accept the charges (I think she was confused on who was calling) so we had to call home. My mom was extremely upset and came down to the city with my 8 year old brother to pick us up. She didn't say a word. On the way home she stopped at a friends house and we had to stay in the car while she went in. Later we found out that she was making us sweat it out. I know I'm not explaining this experience as well as I should. Needless to say, since I didn't take any clothes or money and brought my brother along for the ride, subconsciously I knew I wasn't running away. However, it did scare my mother to death when she found out we were gone, but in later years we laughed about it. And the happy ending is that while my youngest brother still annoyed us for many years after, as adults we are all friends.
2. Last year when my husband and I took our daughters to New York (my daughters' first time) my youngest daughter wanted a Spongebob ice cream from one of the street vendors. We kept putting her off because we were going into this building or it was almost lunch time or we were getting on the bus...but we kept promising her she would soon get her ice cream. Finally, it was time. We went to a street vendor and found out that in New York a Spongebob ice cream is like $5 freaking dollars. But we had been telling her all day she would get it so we shelled out the $5 knowing that our daughter would be so happy to finally get her pop. However, when she opened the ice cream, it was obvious that it had melted and been refrozen. Spongebob had a wildly manic expression on his face and tasted like crap. So we went back up to the vendor and showed it to him, but he wouldn't refund our money or give us another. We kept going back and forth with him until it was obvious we weren't getting anywhere. We walked away from the cart and I think for the sake of my reputation before I say what happened next, I need to point out I was PMSing. My daughter was upset that the ice cream she was promised all day turned into a bust and I was pissed that we shelled out $5 for nothing. So I took the ice cream, marched back up to the vendor and told him he could take the ice cream and shove it. At that point I threw it at him. Not hard. It bounced off his cart. OMG. I can't believe I'm telling you this story. Hopefully you don't think less of me. Again, it is a story that we now crack up about. The cherry on top is that there were a ton of police cars in the parking lot by the vendor cart, which I didn't notice prior to throwing the ice cream. We joked the rest of the trip that there was an APB out for me as a vendor terrorist.
3. I was very involved in drama growing up. In 6th grade I was the understudy for Oliver in Oliver Twist and was in many high school productions. My ultimate was when I was cast as one of the leads - Abby Brewster - in the play Aresenic and Old Lace.
4. My grandmother told me when I was 12 that I had the thighs of a 16 year old. At the time, I thought that was a good thing. I later realized it was not a compliment.
5. I'm addicted to reality tv. I think you probably already picked this up in other posts, but just thought I'd put it out there. I'm looking forward to watching Biggest Loser this year and not feeling like a failure. I've made my own decision on how to lose weight and know that I will be successful.
6. I'm watching a dvr'd America's Got Talent as I type this. (See #5).
7. Linda of Linda's Bandwith and her husband, Rick of Band Together are coming with their lovely daughter, Cate to my house this Sunday to hang out with my hubby and daughters by the pool. Praying for great weather and know we will have an awesome time.
I haven't been able to keep track of who has already been nominated and I love you all, so it's impossible for me to pick only a few to nominate.
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