"My heart going boom-boom-boom ..."

It's not really my heart ... it's the blasting being done behind our house. For many days now, I hear the warning siren, and I tense ... waiting for the ceiling to fall. BOOM. Today I heard the windows rattle, but no damage seen yet. BOOM.

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So I got this new job. I applied on a whim, and got an interview the next day. Then I got hired, and started before I realized what I was doing. I'm such an idiot. It's "part-time", but it's all squished up into 3 days ... two 8-hour days, and one 6-hour day. At least that's the way it's gone for 3 weeks now. Probably wouldn't be a big deal, if I was sitting for some or most of those hours. But it's all standing. Let me just get my groaning out of the way now:

Arrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhh.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Arrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I'm a fr0nt-end team member (cashier, in the real world) for Wh0le F00dz Church ... uh, I mean Market. (Spelled that way so I can't be googled by the Man) I'm here to tell you, I don't adapt well to change, people. I am pretty much set in my ways of "housewife extraordinaire" after spending 98% of my life at home since 1978. So add that to the whole "standing for 8 hours" thing, and maybe you will understand why I'm calling myself an idiot.

Then add how I have to memorize all the codes for the produce.

THEN add how I have to miss ALL the Clemson football games, since I work on the weekends.

Arrrrrrrghhh, again.

I get a 20% discount on groceries, so last week I bought $100 worth, for ONLY $80. It must be a side effect of growing up on McDonald's cheeseburgers and Piggly Wiggly groceries, but can I say? ... I'm not impressed. The prepared foods I bought ... some salsa, some layered Mexican dip, some roasted veggies, and some macaroni salad ... were "eh" in taste. And everything else is just plain overpriced. Organic and natural, yes. Tasty and affordable, not so much. The majority of shoppers who come through my line are ... pardon my judgemental attitude ... snobby yuppies who shop there because it's trendy, NOT because they care a hoot about preservatives. It must be good, because it costs so damn much ... right?

Back to Publix with my grocery money, 20% discount or not. Maybe I'll use the discount for red wine on sale, and the occasional bowl of chili for my lunch at work.

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Sunday will mark 4 months since my surgery. (I was thinking I had lost enough weight that the job might not be a very big deal ... but my feet and ankles say otherwise.) It looks like I'll be right around the "60 pounds lost since May 24th" mark on Sunday ... 81 pounds since I started the whole thing in March. Can't really wrap my head around those numbers. I still feel exactly as I've always felt, physically and mentally. I wonder how long it takes for your brain to catch up.

I've been eating more carbs than the nutritionist at Dr. Bour's would like me to be eating. Still not getting in as much protein as I should, either. My hair is thinning like you wouldn't believe. Every day, after I wash it, I am horrified at the number of strands that come out onto my hands. I'm surprised I don't have huge bald spots. It's reallllly thin on top. The doctor said it will likely continue until about 8 months post-op. YIKES! I'll be wearing a wig for the holidays.

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I love you too, Beth!

Amy, I'm glad y'all had such a great vacation at the beach ... we should plan an "all girls" trip one of these days! I wish I could take credit for the way Adam turned out, but I'm pretty sure that's just the way he was made. Doesn't keep me from being terribly proud of him, though!

Somehow, both my children survived my immature parenting and went on to become fine human beings.

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I miss my kids.

I miss my weekends.

Call 1-800-Waa Waa Waa-Waa Waa Waa Waa.