Monday, April 5, 2010

OK, Now I REALLY Feel STOOPID!

I REALLY owe all my followers here an apology.  You have all posted GREAT comments.  Unfortunately, I have been so wrapped up in my other blog, especially since I lost so much, I haven't been paying enough attention to this one!

I have seen a number of new followers here, and couldn't figure out why I had so few comments on my posts.  Well, I just figured it out...can we all say "LIGHTBULB"?  On my other blog peeps can post a comment without moderation, without having to verify anything.  So I assumed this blog was the same.  After all, it's been a few years since I made this one!

Turns out, I need to modify all comments on this blog (which actually I like, cuz then I can keep up with comments.)  I just didn't realize it.  I had 46 unmoderated comments.  I accepted them all, and please understand why I didn't respond to any, or follow any of you back.  That is my goal tomorrow, to follow everyone's blogs back, and to reply to comments.  Look for my replies on your blogs.

Thanks for all of your wonderful comments.  I am so glad you all like this blog, I was worried that people might be offended.  So I will be sure to keep posting!  And please help me decide on which button to use.  I depend on your opinions!!!!!!!!!!!

BIG HUGE HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!

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Putting Things Into Perspective

About 3 months ago I was admitted to the hospital for a week.  During that time I think I only ate the last day and 1/2.  I lost about 20 pounds during my stay there.  The last time I weighed this much was about 10 years ago.  My face has slimmed down, so now I am at that stage where people wonder if I'm fat or pregnant.  I used to get asked all the time before when my baby was due, and I'd just look them straight in the eye and say "Never.  I'm just fat."  The reactions I got were priceless.  Usually people would get extremely embarrassed.  I got such a kick out of it!  Of course no one would ask me that now as I'm closing in on the half-century mark.

Anywhos, they would weigh me each day while I was still in bed.  They have some new contraption that will subtract the tare weight (the bed) from the total weight.  I was told my weight in kilograms.  Well, they might have well just spoken to me in Latin or Greek.  I have no idea how much a kilogram is! 

When I finally got home from the hospital, it was my mission to find some old clothes, to see what I could fit into.  I figured I could get a better idea of my weight by what size clothes I could fit into.  Now I realize that weight and size are not synonymous, but I could get close.

I found a pair of khaki overalls I bought about 12 years ago, and they actually fit!  I was dumbfounded!  So I put them on and was strutting my stuff and told anyone that would listen "I haven't worn these in over 10 years!"

Enter youngest son: "I don't blame you, they're UGLY."