I think I'm in love...

with a car! While my minivan is in the shop, I am driving a rental car. It's a 2007 Buick Lacrosse, and it is SWEET!

I don't want to give it back! It drives so smooth, it's so quiet! Leather interior...and only 4000 miles on it. It's a dark metallic blue. What a beautiful car!

But, alas, the van will be finished tomorrow, and I will have to give this baby back to the rental car company. It was fun while it lasted, though!

Help! I'm stuck in the carwash!

Okay, this is in the 'strange but true' section for sure!

I was in one of those drive through car washes where the attendants spray down your car, and then you drive up and your passenger side tires hook onto their little conveyor and you put it in neutral and it pulls you through. Well got in there fine and dandy as you please, and the pretty pink bubbles were just starting to envelop my minivan (yes, I drive a minivan...no snide comments--I'll explain that one another time) anyway...focus here! So, pink bubbles, and all of a sudden I hear a SNAP! Then my side view mirror slaps against my van, and I hear this scraping all along the side of my van. Then everything stops!

The conveyor snapped, and it wrapped up the side of my van. Then I couldn't go forward or back. So, the attendants had to cut me out! They got me out just as I was starting to feel the walls caving in and get hysterical.

Well, luckily my cell phone worked in there and I called the hubby, who works near by and he came & talked to the owner of the car wash. They knew each other, so hopefully we will have a happy ending to this silly--but true--story!

Time to face the music

I started this blog with the intention of using it to mark my progress in weight loss along with just posting about my thoughts on different things because I enjoy creative writing. I have pretty much ignored the weight loss issue.

Until this week. In the last 36 hours I have had my weight pointed out twice.

Thursday my dad made a comment to my kids that I wasn't supposed to hear. My youngest came unglued. She was so angry that she called him on it. I don't know if he didn't mean for her to hear, or if he didn't even realize he said it, but either way, he said it, she heard it and so did I. Yes, it is the truth, but as the old saying goes, the truth hurts. Last night we went to a Mexican restaurant. It is new in town, and we thought we'd give it a try. I ordered a pop. When my order came, one taste told me it was a diet drink. I didn't order a diet drink. I hate diet drinks, but I kept my mouth shut and drank it anyway. The waiter came and my husband ordered another drink, and the waiter asked me if I wanted one. I said yes, and he said 'Diet, right?' I said 'No, regular.' He looked confused for a minute, and then embarrassed. I said, 'It's okay, don't worry about it.' He brought me another drink, and took away the diet drink, but he looked uncomfortable every time he came to our table, although I pretended nothing was wrong.

I hate to diet. I hate to exercise. I love fast food. I love chocolate. I love ice cream. I work full time and am always in a hurry, and convenience foods are easy, but usually fattening. My kids don't like 'diet' or 'healthy' foods.

But, I also hate the way I look right now. I hate that my father makes comments about my appearance, which I have let go. I don't shop for clothes, so I look pretty ragged right now.

I know what I need to do, but it's so HARD!

So, I just need to bite the bullet and get started.