Just so you guys know, I must really love you and trust you because I really hate this picture!

This picture was taken at Christmas time. It is me and Isabelle at a gingerbread house construction party. It was a blast. I hope that I never look like this again.

When I am done losing weight, I hope to look more like this next picture. A little older and wiser, perhaps, but roughly the same weight. I am about half way to my goal right now.

This is me and my Dad. Isn’t he handsome? Obviously, it was taken on my wedding day, nearly 16 years ago. I don’t think I look much different now. Except the added weight, of course, but I am working on that.

So, if you can picture me looking somewhere between these two pictures, that is what I look like now. I wish I had a good current picture of me. I don’t, but I will leave you with this one. I am the one on the left. I even knew how to work it then. The other two are my cousins, Deb (center) and Tammy. We loved our “jeanie jammies” and wore them everytime we had a sleep-over.

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I will tell you right now that one has nothing to do with the other. In case you were thinking I was psychotically checking my site stats and allowing my mood to be affected by them. It is sometimes isn’t.

My birthday is less than two weeks away. Like I said in a meme a couple days ago, I am happy with the age I am, however, I find myself questioning what I am going to do with the rest of my life. Is there something about the age that I am approaching that is causing me to be so introspective? My cyber twin, Megan is experiencing some of the similar feelings and questions. Or do you think it is it because I am unemployed? Maybe because I feel like I am at a crossroads? I am not sure. I feel like I am not doing what I should be. Well, technically, I am not doing anything, but I think you know what I mean.

If I want to get all depressed about it, I tend to tell myself (there is Chatterbox rearing her ugly head, again) that I am not doing my share to support my family. I sometimes hear that “W” word inside my head. Worthless. I have people, my husband included, who tell me every day that this isn’t true and I am working on listening to them instead of that other annoying voice, but sometimes it is hard. Sunday was a very bad day. Really bad. That is when I decided to put up the imood indicator in my sidebar. I thought, “I just know that people are dying to know what my mood is all the time.” Since it can change at the drop of a hat, often many times between postings, I thought that it would be courteous for me to put the indicator up there for you so that you could check back several times throughout the day. I know you will. You have a desperate need to know.

In other news…
We hit a milestone here at Sentiments yesterday. 15,000 hits! I don’t know who the visitor was, but it was someone in Corpus Christi, Texas. Or somewhere near there, anyway. I would have gotten some awesome graphics to show off this whole momentous occasion, but I am tired and my husband wants me to come to bed now. (hubba hubba) Too much information? Yah, right, like I’ve given you less information in the last two posts. You guys have enough on me to make yourselves rich for years. Wait. You can’t blackmail me because there isn’t anyone else to tell since everybody reads my blog.