Hey sweetie!! I had a BLAST Friday night. At least what I remember of it.... When are we going again?!! Right now, my heart is telling me to be a good friend and be there for him. But my mind is telling me he was an ass to me and doesn't deserve it. Guess you're right..... I'll follow what my heart is telling me.....

I'm here at work....trying to stay awake....sipping on my protein drink....wondering why weekends go so fast and the work week goes so slow.... ***WARNING*** Ranting and whining ahead. Read at your own risk! Saturday a 'good' friend that wouldn't talk to me for months after I told him I was having gastric bypass and then once he did finally start talking to me, he still would never actually say anything positive about my weight loss....only little digs about me having sagging skin or that my legs still looked huge (thanks, but didn't he think I KNEW that???) told me that he's thinking of getting the Lap-Band. I think he was expecting me to jump for joy at his decision....and was disapointed when I didn't react. Actually I was peeved at all the grief I went through because of him and that now he expects me to be all sunshine and rainbows for him. So what do I do? Do I 'forget' all that he put me through and be his biggest cheerleader and supporter? Or do I say 'screw him' because he treated me like crap when I needed him most?

We did have fun.... I told Greg that next time I want for you all to come up.... We would have so much fun. It was only $18.00 for one hour..... Maybe when you all come up soon, we can do that during the day.. and then go out at night...whooohooo: Hugs

Hi Julie! Sounds like you had a great time! Well.....other than the sore a$$.....

glad to hear you made it! and with your tushes in tact.