A few anecdotes from the past few days:

While sitting in my van in the parking lot I witness a handsome 20 something male walking towards my vehicle. The thought popped into my head that he was an attractive guy.........until he started coughing, hacking, and eventually hacked up a great big one. That's not the best part. It unfortunately did not all make it from his mouth to the ground. Yes, he had a lovely string of snot, mucous, what have you hanging from his mouth in which he proceeded to wipe with the sleeve of his jacket. Handsome gent.

I'm walking through the mall (after having a crying session in the car....more later) and I see the old man with the clipboard. Oh yeah, you know the one........the survey dude. First question, "Would you like to lose at least 10 pounds?" I nonchalantly answer, "No." Survey dude responds quite surprised, "Really? None at all?" "Nope. I'm really not interested in doing a survey. But thanks anyway." As I walk away I look back and he looks quite confused. I wonder if anyone ever gives that answer. Of course I was lying because I do want to lose more weight and I actually should. I actually did the math the other day and I have lost 45 pounds over the course of the past year. I could probably stand to lose about 30 more. I just want to get to that stage of feeling really healthy and fit. I'm not looking to fit into a size 0 or anything. Who came up with that size anyways? Back to the survey dude. Later I thought of some good comebacks to that question. "What, do I LOOK like I need to lose weight?" was my favorite.

I'm sitting in my van (again) eating my yogurt, banana, and roasted almonds for lunch (YUM!). I see a guy get out of his car smoking a cigarette. My mind starts to wander and I think how sad it is that he may not be around for his family later on in life because he smokes. That makes me think of my hubby and the fact that he is now on blood pressure medicine, just got back from the sleep clinic to get tested for sleep apnea, will probably be clinically depressed his whole life, and uses every excuse in the book to not go to the "Y" with the kids and I. I start bawling. I have a sneaking suspicion that I may end up being a single parent and I don't want to be. I know that it's a vicious cycle with the depression. He doesn't feel good about himself therefore he doesn't want to take care of himself therefore.......... My kids love their dad and it will kill me if they lose him too soon.

At dinner tonight we're discussing fires and Jesse starts talking about how she's seen firemen take showers, but DEFINITELY not any private parts. Huh? Do I need to monitor your internet use a little more closely, child? I think it was just some t.v. show she was talking about. She said, "You know how when firemen get all dirty and full of soot from the fire. Well, they need to shower when they get back from the firehouse." I whispered in hubby's ear that maybe he needs to get all dirty and sooty so he'll need to take a shower.

More on my life and times in the next episode..............................