Weight watchers

Another fun weekend. Went home again, this time for a baby shower. But that wasn’t until Sunday. Saturday I went to the Middleville Heritage Days parade. Was anyone else cool there? I know all you TK grads were in attendance, admit it. It was nice though because I took Delaney, and she sat on the ground between my legs the whole time and scrunched her body into me whenever loud firetrucks (or farm equipment) went by. And we collected a whole frisbee-full of candy for her! Later we went to the actual Heritage Days celebration (which is strangely now at Page instead of ‘downtown’), but it sucked. Found my brother and his fiancee and their kids though. They all came to my dad’s to hang out. It was so great, we had Delaney and Camren (little sister and brother, 3 and half and just over 1), Caleigh and Kyron (neice and nephew, 2 and a half and 1 month), and then Rowdy and Rona (the two kitties) running around. It was great and made me so happy to be there. Took lots of pictures.

That night I went downtown with Matt and Robin. We ate at Sanchez, a place I’ve always wanted to try. It was pretty good, but far too expensive for my taste. It was a good one-timer. Oh and the sangria…I wish we had time for another pitcher. Then to Celebration for some music. We couldn’t find Ah-Nab-Awen Park (guys, apparently it’s the one by Gerald R. Ford museum, the one by the river with the big mounds and stuff), so we watched TBA and someone else at Rosa Parks Circle. Me and Matt are getting some cigars next time we hang out.

I got my hair chopped this weekend too. I was just going to get a trim, but as soon as I sat down I told my mom to chop it off (yes my mom still cuts my hair), so it’s just below my chin. Now, I don’t consider this a drastic change, it was probably only like 4-5 inches, and my head will grow that back in 4-5 months. But I come to work today and everyone comments on the haircut. No real compliments, just a bunch of “Oh, you cut your hair…” The thing is, I always wore it in a flipped-over ponytail anyway, so it’s not like anyone really saw how long it was or anything. This is not a drastic change people, just an exaggerated trim. Nobody even noticed when I dyed my hair a few months ago after having the same color hair for like 5 years straight (last time I dyed was freshman year of college). I don’t think a cut is that much more dramatic than a simple dye, but apparently I’m wrong. I hate the kind of attention you get when you cut your hair. I hate it so much that I almost never change my appearance. I think it’s because I’m such a plain person to begin with that people notice little changes I make. “Are you wearing makeup?” “Oh, you’re wearing a skirt!” “Did you cut your nails?” “One of your eyelashes seems to have fallen out.” SHUT UP I KNOW!

What I hate the most is when people comment on my weight. Let me make an annoucement so that this will never happen again: my weight flucuates 5-10 pounds easily. So if I look a few pounds lighter than the last time you saw me, don’t get too excited because it’ll be back in a week. People are always saying “Oh you look like you’re losing weight” and then the next time the see me they say nothing because I’ve gained the 3 pounds back. When you comment on how I’ve lost weight, I know you notice that I’ve gained it. These people, I believe, are the true weight watchers! I’d rather just not hear about it. From now on, unless I have a pre-pubescent waif-like body, don’t comment. It’s not like I’m huge anyway, geez!