6.03.2009

WAKE UP call...or two!

Have you ever had one of those moments where reality slaps you in the face...really, really hard? Well, I had two. Let me share...
WAKE-UP CALL #1 - Steve and I shimmied down the aisle to the back of the plane, right side, by the window where I always sit. I sat down and began to put my seat belt on. I slid the buckle clear to the very end and proceeded to slide it in to the buckle. It didn't reach. I sucked in. It didn't reach. Still sucking in, I sit up nice and tall. It didn't reach. Sucking in, nice and tall, butt plowed into back of seat...still doesn't reach. I'm screaming (in my raspy holding-my-breath voice) while turnig blue, "Steve...help!!!" CLICK...exhale!!! 
WAKE-UP CALL #2 - We got home from our vacation in Portland/Seattle where we'd done LOTS of walking...up and down hilly streets...sometimes with a 2-year old on my shoulders and always with a 7-year old holding my hand. Anxious to see if we'd lost any weight after all of this exercise, we both climbed on the bathroom scale. Steve went first...okay...pretty much what we expected. I stepped on the scale carefully, making sure not to add that extra ".5" that shows up if you push too hard. That can't be right. I hop off. Try again...even more carefully than before. I WEIGH THREE POUNDS MORE THAN MY HUSBAND! Need I say more?
So how 'bout it friends? Have you ever had a wake-up call? For whatever reason? Let's share...and hopefully, along the way, we'll have a few laughs and maybe end up being a little bit better off than we were to begin with...