Re: LOST — Jack on drugs is a bad thing. I guess we got a good look at where it started last night, but I have to say that I’m not sure how I feel about that relationship and where it might go. Obviously, we’ve seen a point in time after all this stuff, so we know it goes down the toilet somehow. Probably the drugs. It was also interesting to, again, see the healer complex he has. Seriously, I’ve only ever known women who were that wrapped up in “fixing” people. Good to see that it’s not bound to one sex, I guess. How could Kate not bristle hearing him say, “I am the one that saved you” with that superior, drunken tone. I just don’t know about you, Dr. Jack. You’re sweet, sure, but man have you got some issues. I hope they get worked out so you can burn your maps. *hugs*

To buy a belt or not buy a belt? I’m always complaining about my pants falling down (before they would just creep down, now it’s kind of a serious problem) and Kevin’s response is always, “Buy a belt.” I don’t own any belts. Well, there was one ribbony belt that I bought to wear with ONE pair of capris that had lost their button and were beyond being repaired, because I loved them that much. They’d barely stay on even with assistance, so I can’t imagine what they’d be doing now that I’m 17 lbs lighter.

I’m 17 lbs lighter! What a wondrous feeling. I feel like dancing around, like a tiny woodland fairy, because I feel like a tiny woodland fairy. Now, let’s not confuse that with actually looking like one or, even worse (regarding mental health), thinking you are one. I’m even almost to the point of being okay with telling my friends, family, and the rest of the world what my weight is. Man, that’s a big step for me. Once I tell you what I started out at I doubt that you’ll believe me. No idea where I carry it. Thighs, maybe? Hmm. Need to measure those and see if they have gone down any.

Woke up at 1:02 a.m. Friday morning to the sound of my house being ripped in half. Just kidding. But that’s what it SOUNDED like. There was quarter-sized hail raining down on the roof of my house — and on the roof of the dog kennel I HAD LEFT OUTSIDE because we didn’t have very much of a chance of rain, much less severe storms, overnight. My poor pup was probably scared to death. Just a little damp when I reached one arm outside to grab the kennel and pull it into the garage. Half-asleep, I called my parents to see if everything was okay or if I needed to take cover. You don’t think about things like actually turning on your own tv to watch the weathermen freak out whenever you’re that sleepy/scared to death. Fortunately, keeping the tv on during the night isn’t uncommon for my parents and so they weren’t too disturbed when I called them to find out if I needed to grab the couch cushions and crawl in the closet.

Speaking of taking cover during a storm, I have only had to do that once on my own since living in Norman. And it was SCARY. It’s not a tornado until it touches the ground, so I can’t call it that, but the rotation went right over my house while I sat in the closest praying for my life. I felt the pressure change and just knew that I was a goner. And what else did I decide to do while waiting for death to take me by the hand? Post on a message board, duh.

Thinking about buying a desk toy –> spot lap desks –> spend time looking up the ones with the best ratings on Amazon. I’ve needed one of these for a while. And let’s face it, I’m not exactly chomping at the bit to make my own pretty one and have Christmas Expressions here in Norman put a coating of liquid glass on it. Even though they are pretty.