Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Reunion....

Saturday is the day I head back to the town I went to school in and see the people I went to school with. (Wahooo) That was a sarcastic 'wahoo.'

I had a dream last night. The girl that talked me into going called. She said, "Megan, now I'm not for sure if this is a rumor or not, but my dad heard that Melissa __ is planning on beating you up when you get there and that you had better watch your back."

That was the dream.

I woke up this morning rejoicing because that meant I didn't have to go, I mean I was going to get beat up. At this point, I'm looking for any reason what so ever not to go, even if it means real or dreamt physical threats of violence.

Too bad it was just a dream. Guess I'll be hanging out in 215degree weather at what Cleveland people call a park, I just call it stagnate water with twisted metal some may call a 'playground.' Maybe it's different now, who knows.

One reason I'm not looking forward to going is this?

The girl who talked me into going had a baby 2 months ago and competed in a triathlon last weekend! What?! Yeah, I'm 4 months postpartum and I for sure haven't competed in anything besides a big boob contest. My worry is I'll get a complex. Who am I fooling, I already have a complex. I love nursing, but that dictates what I can and can't do in order to shed some lbs.

Oh well, right? I get to walk in, with my 2 b-e-a-u-tiful children, my one and only husband. I'm sure some would prefer to have that over being skinnier huh? So as you're reading this, don't think badly of me for my weight issues. This talk is actually milder than I used to be. Maybe one day I'll share a secret only few know.

1 comment:

  1. I wish I was seeing you and your family this weekend!

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