I was just checking through my search stats, and I saw that someone searched for Jenny. Ugh. All of my life I have always been a Jennifer, or a Jenn. Preferably Jenn. When I hear Jennifer, I think I’m in trouble. ;) But Jenny? I’ll pass. I was a Jenny once, in third grade, since there were two other Jennifers in the class. One was referred to as Jennifer, another by Jenn, and me by Jenny. Blech.
Issues with names aside, I’m doing good. We just got back from a quick trip out to pick up food for the dog and the cats, return several bras (okay, six… I wanted just one white bra, but the kids were going crazy that day, so instead of trying the bras on in a fitting room I simply bought all of the ones that interested me, ha!), and get hair cuts for Alyssa and for Ryan. Alyssa is driving me crazy with her hair. She wants it long, but she doesn’t want to sit still long enough for me to put it in a ponytail. She’s happy running around with one big tangled mess on her head, and then bitches and whines up a storm when I sit her down and get to work with a brush, comb, and ample amounts of detangler. The stylist cut her hair into an adorable, slightly layered, chin length bob, but I was tempted to ask her to hack it all off and give her a short little pixie cut instead.
It’s already Sunday evening, which annoys me to no ends, because I had a lot of work, blogging, and web design plans this weekend. Grrr.
I have to show my grandmother your recent pics! I keep telling her that WW isn’t working for me, and though the lap band surgery may seem scary, may be a better option. I’ve been telling her about your experiences with it for the past month or so, but she still gives me a look. I think it has more to do with the cost than anything else. Eh. I read about getting it financed through “mini-med” plans on a lap band forum…maybe I should look into it this week. Something’s gotta give. Congrats on your success, though!
People always pronounce my name wrong (they say Christian), or call me Krissy. I dislike both. But sometimes I just let it slide no matter how much I want to correct the person.
Glad you found a bra that fit! I know how it can be too not be able to focus/have enough time to do your shopping.
I used to and still have peoples calling me “Angie.” No bueno. I’m ok with my actual name and then “Ang” but “Angie” sets me on edge. I just never have liked being given that nickname.
When I was younger on summer vacas on my grandparents’ farm, I used to NOT brush my hair all week then deal with my grandma combing out all my snarls for church on Sundays. Hated that. I was a wild tomboyish little girl.
I hear ya on the weekend being so short. I had to go into work Sunday afternoon to prep for a hospital case we had going at 5:30am this morning. Was not happy, but at least I got some overtime in.