1.5.9. - Yahoo!  It's such a great feeling to be back on track.  Now, I need to stay there.  My one year anniversary is quickly approaching (May 17).

I watched the Biggest Loser finale earlier this week and I am still amazed by the contestants.  I admit - I always pick a contestant that's closest to my pre-surgical weight and watch her progress.  WOW!  I know they bust their butts and exercise way more than I do.  It's not the weight loss that baffles me.  What I really want to know is where does all the flab go?  How can they have such firm tummies and unflappy arms?  I know their bodies do not absorb all of those useless inches.  There must be some surgical intervention.  I really need to know.

Yesterday was a day of firsts for me.  I reported for Jury Duty.  I was so excited.  I pulled into the $4 parking area with 1 hour and 17 minutes to spare.  I inserted my $20 bill into the parking toll and immediately felt like I hit the jackpot; $16 in quarters.  UGH!!!  I made my way to the courthouse in the bitter cold.  Then I thought I might be at the airport because I had to take off my coat and boots, and go through the metal detector thing.  Apparently, my Hello Kitty nail clipper is one of the most deadly weapons on earth.  I had to hand it over or walk it back to my car.  Needless to say, I need a new clipper.  I checked in and waited and waited and waited.  Then the action started.  There were lots of people coming and going and giving instructions, and then a woman came in to talk about donating blood.  I figured; what the heck, I'm already here and I could really use a bottle of water.  It was my first time donating blood, so I can cross that off my bucket list.  No sooner had I sat back down in the juror pool and I was called; Turk #4.  OMG; an attempted murder trial.  Jury selection lasted for hours.  I wanted to be picked in the worst way, but I knew the odds were stacked against me based on Jim's profession.  The defense attorney singled me out and asked me way too many questions.  I was struck at 3pm, and I was devastated.  Even more disheartening, I don't have to go back today.  I've performed my service and I'm good for four years.

Today is a much-anticipated day for Reilly.  He's going to get contact lenses after school.  Thankfully, these are different than retainers.  Right?

Have a super week!