thursday

I know it's Friday--or maybe even Saturday by the time I finally get this finished--but I had an "interesting" Thursday I thought I'd share with you.



First I had to go to the dentist. Ah--the dentist. Where I get to watch TV on the ceiling and attempt to have meaningful conversations with my mouth hanging wide open (I know it's been said before--but why oh why do they always insist on asking you questions?!?!....). The last time I was at the dentist was on Christmas Eve. Yeah, that was "festive". My dental hygienist had a Santa hat on. Anyway--this time I came in and plopped my bottom down in the chair, excited for a little reclined HGTV viewing. The hygienist came in, pulled up my chart on the computer screen, and then looked at me. And then looked back at the screen. Then me again. Then the screen. Then me. Then the screen....... I was starting to get a little creeped out. "Are you Jennifer Peterson?" he asked.



"Yeaaaaah" I answered: "Remember, you asked for one of my business cards the last time I was here. You and your wife were thinking about painting the outside of your house".



The conversation proceeds as he continues to look at the screen which I now realize contains the picture they took of me last time "for insurance fraud purposes":



Him: "Where are your glasses?"



Me: "I'm not wearing them".



Him: "Did you cut your hair?"



Me: "It's just curly today, and it was straight in that picture. I don't think it's any longer or shorter."



Him: "Did you have some kind of plastic surgery done?"



Me (trying not to laugh): "No, but I lost 30 pounds. That probably made my face a little thinner. And it was 9 am on Christmas Eve in that picture, so I probably didn't have any makeup on. I promise that's me."



Silence.



Him: "I need to go get the dentist really quick. I think we might need to take another picture......."



Good thing my dentist is a family friend and recognized me------but only after he asked me where I lived.



I had to take a picture that afternoon so I would always remember the day I apparently looked nothing like myself:


Look Beckie--I'm wearing my Lucky necklace :)!
and getting the camera remote out is such a novelty, Ethan had to try it too....



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After my teeth were bright and shiny and my identity safely confirmed, I took a trip to Fred Meyer for eggs and pants. Mostly pants. All my flippin' pants are falling off me! I really have been eating. Just not putting any of the weight back on. Not too sad about that, actually :).........



I found a pair of cute denim capris and hauled them off to the dressing room to try on. And while in there, the Josh Groban song that you've been knowingly or unknowingly listening to the whole time you've been reading-- came on. (now, of course, you have to go back and start it again, or turn it up or whatever---or this post really has no meaning.....) I have moments like this from time to time. Moments when it feels like God is talking right to my heart. This song did it.



There I was in a 3X3 foot room.....in my undies....... crying like a baby. And feeling like I'd been given an unexpected gift from someone who knew just what I needed.



When it was over, I came out all red-eyed and sniffy. The dressing room lady looked at me kind of weird. I'm sure she thought I'd gone in there to do drugs. Ah well. The pants were cute! And 50 % off. I bought them. And will remember "I am loved" every time I wear them.



Happy Friday....or maybe Saturday.