I miss the old rebel already. I thought my expression was funny-you can tell I don't think I'll keep it. I've been maintaining radio silence since the guy I was dating since February isn't around anymore as of three weeks/four weeks ago. I love the new job and the new town and the new people. I miss my family a bunch though. I had forgotten living in LA, how much fun they are. I am trying to get some balance-unpacking, working, eating. I lot of you have asked about the weight. I have been fighting the same ten pounds. Lost six when I first moved gained 5!!! This week. I'm just ready to be done. I'm getting back in the saddle and getting it gone. I am so close to goal!! So the fat rosary is going back on. (a bracelet with a charm I can move around to track my points...) and no more social eating... i.e. "Oh! You're eating a cookie?? I should eat one too!"

The funeral was the grandfather of a new friend. I cried like a baby because it was a military funeral which makes me think of my grandfathers's funerals and all the funerals for soliders we've lost in wars. A young military guy on bended knee handing a flag to a sobbing widow realizing that someday some man will hand a flag to his loved ones for him.

Work is great- I love the babies. My job is fun and I am happy like a clam in that respect. Actually, except for struggling with these last few pounds--I am happer than I have been in recent memory. :)