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Freedom, Sweet Sweet Freedom!

Spring break is over and the rugrats kids all went back to school today!!! I love them, you know I adore each and every one of them but sometimes I find it's best to worship them from afar. Plus, when they aren't around I get so much more done.

I spent an inordinate amount of time on the phone this morning, attempting to speak to real live people in order to set up our benefits through Boeing. This was not as easy as I'd thought it would be. At one point I'd been on hold forever, and actual person finally answered, only to ask me if I minded being put on hold again. My brain said 'you bet your sweet patooty I mind Mr.!, while my traitorous mouth said, 'sure, no problem. Sometimes I think there needs to be a better hook up between brain and mouth. This would result in a lot less need to consume massive quantities of chocolate during times when my heart is beating and I have a pulse of stress.

I also went to the gym and got a membership. Romer girl, are you proud of me or what? I will go tomorrow for the first time. I need to take it slow due to my back still being in a precarious state, but start I shall. Then of course I simply had to punish myself by purchasing a swimsuit. I won't even go into that story, except to say that the event had an ICK FACTOR of four gazillion on a scale of one to ten. Suffice it to say that I found one that fit and I bought it.

I should reward myself with something sugary! (kidding) (kind of)

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  1. honey i'm soooooo proud of you. baby steps and each one will make you stronger! let me know how it goes!

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  2. I did it. Got into a swimming pool without Greenpeace showing up to drag me back out to sea!

    At first it hurt to be in the water. Then it didn't . I think my spinal column had to adjust to the bouancy factor. Once it did, then I was fine. It was fun even. I am going tomorrow.

    One step at a time....

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