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1. Cousin Regina asked what the stars and hearts meant in a previous post but I’ve been a bad replier so I’ll just say here that the hearts indicate days I’ve stuck to my Weight Watchers points and the stars are days when I’ve worked out. I go through stars a lot faster than I go through hearts.

2. There’s some extended family drama going on and I don’t get why it’s even a little bit debatable because when it comes to my niece and nephew I am very black and white. I won’t blah blah blah the details -- mostly because it’s SO black and white for me that I DO NOT CARE and I do not have room in my life for that shit because I will ALWAYS be on whatever team loves and cherishes my niece and nephew as much as I do.

My dad thinks I should be more forgiving. No, nobody did anything awful to anyone, but I just have ZERO interest in forgiving someone who has taken such little interest in the most wonderful things to ever happen to our family. My reason for even mentioning it here is as context for something I was thinking about on my drive to work today:

It’s fascinating to me how caveman selfish ‘ol me feels about those two babies and they’re not even mine. I can’t even imagine how caveman’y a PARENT must feel.

3. I’m going to Guam a week from today. As a result, this weekend’s agenda involves things like:

• Buy something called “aqua socks”
• Get summer clothes out of storage
• Buy sun screen
• Find maternity bathing suit because none of the 75 non-maternity bathing suits I ordered are even remotely acceptable
• Get eyelash extensions (and post before and after pictures this blog!)
• Pack!

But seriously, God forbid anyone gets any pictures of me in aqua socks, eyelash extensions and a maternity bathing suit. That’s gonna be an AWESOME outfit!

4. And for the record, the eyelash extensions are because A) I have a Groupon and B) I’m not going to be blow drying my hair while I’m there and that’s never a big self-esteem booster for me so I figured I’d add glamour by having kick ass eyelashes.

5. I like my job. I tried to figure out a way to explain a compliment I got the other day in a way that anyone would care about while also being vague enough to not get myself in trouble, but it’s really just easier to say that I like my job. And I kick ass at it.