{"id":11609,"date":"2013-06-16T02:10:14","date_gmt":"2013-06-16T02:10:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.littlejohnesque.com\/shazam\/?p=11609"},"modified":"2013-06-16T05:03:56","modified_gmt":"2013-06-16T05:03:56","slug":"connected","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.littlejohnesque.com\/shazam\/?p=11609","title":{"rendered":"Connected"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One of my oldest and bestest friends turned 40 last week.  We celebrated at her house today with a rocking BBQ.  Here&#8217;s the picture to prove just.  How.  Rockin&#8217;!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.littlejohnesque.com\/shazam\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/20130615-212833.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.littlejohnesque.com\/shazam\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/20130615-212833.jpg\" alt=\"20130615-212833.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-full\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Actually, she and I are total dorks, still to this day.  As the class of 1991 turns 40, it would seem the way to celebrate is to act like it&#8217;s your 21st birthday all over again, wearing crowns and boas while in avid pursuit of getting wasted!  I see nothing wrong with that.  But Beth doesn&#8217;t drink.  Thus, the picture above is a total faker just so we can be in the same cool kid club as the rest of the peeps on Facebook.  Ha ha!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.littlejohnesque.com\/shazam\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/20130615-220230.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.littlejohnesque.com\/shazam\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/20130615-220230.jpg\" alt=\"20130615-220230.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-full\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n*Back in 1991*<br \/>\nOk, why am I writing about all this?  First, because when I met Beth way back in 8th grade it&#8217;s like our souls touched or something and she left her fingerprint on me; I think I did the same to her.  In so many ways we are like night and day with such different positions on life (she&#8217;s very conservative while I am very liberal politically and religiously), but there is just something about her.  I just love her.  From the moment we met we were inseparable and as a result, I was folded into her family easily and I&#8217;ve hovered in their periphery for years.  I know her brothers, her sisters, her nieces, nephews, her dad.  I&#8217;ve been there for weddings, a premature funeral, at hospitals when babies were born, in home church services and I&#8217;ve kept tabs on them through Beth as life has continued.  I know these people like family.<br \/>\nHere&#8217;s the interesting part two:  I was walking up to the house with my two kids when I saw Beth&#8217;s brother in law.  I have known him for years, he was at my house in October, for goodness sake.  So I say, &#8220;Hi, Brad!&#8221;<br \/>\nTo which he responded, &#8220;Hi.&#8221;  Then an awkward pause.  A pause that stretched on as I saw him look at my kids and me, trying to tie the pieces together.  Finally, &#8220;Who are you?!&#8221;  He didn&#8217;t recognize me!  I told him I who I was and we both laughed.  I was glad he said something because that was the theme of the party for me!  It prepared me with the knowledge that I look drastically different.  Even more different than I knew.  I was a mystery girl, even when giving the birthday girl&#8217;s husband a hello and a squeeze to which he had the strangest, most distant response.  I wondered if I had offended him or something when, about 30 minutes later, he came in and told me he&#8217;d had no idea who I was!  We laughed.<br \/>\nI realized not only did I have to reintroduce myself to her family, but I had to try to naturally weave together details about our shared past experiences, hoping that I would jog their memories of who I was and we could all avoid that awkward embarrassing moment of them not knowing who I am and me having to explain it to them.  &#8220;Yah, I&#8217;ve known Beth forever.  You don&#8217;t recognize me because I&#8217;ve lost over 100 pounds but I have met you, like, a million times,&#8221; is a weird statement to roll out.  And a mouthful!  Ha ha!<br \/>\nI have to assume that they are not alone in trying to recognize me.  It&#8217;s both a celebratory mark, but also kind of a scary one.  The Tamara I have been for years is really changing.  Becoming unrecognizable.  It&#8217;s magnificent evidence of my progress, and now I get a choice: renew myself or reinvent myself.  Or perhaps a mix of the both?  Tamara: version 2.0.<br \/>\nWhat an interesting but truly fun day!<br \/>\n***<br \/>\nThis has been quite a week this week.  I have been SO busy at work and after work that I don&#8217;t even have my report cards completed yet!  Agh!  The last day of school is in 3 days.  Oi!  I&#8217;ve been packing my room and doing all sorts of fun events like a field trip, read in, assemblies, field day and more.  It&#8217;s been intense.  I&#8217;ve been tired.<br \/>\nRegarding my goals and diet, I decided to take it down a notch and not stress out about it.  I know, it was weightloss warrior week, but sometimes life dictates slowing down no matter what.  I only ran about six miles this week BUT I hit the weights hard.  Tonight will be my fourth workout this week, which means SHOPPING!  I noticed my workouts got really easy as I went, enough so I decided that tonight I&#8217;ll do the seven minute sets instead of the five minute sets.  My workout should be closer to 30 minutes.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve found a butt workout that is easy on my knees, a belly workout that makes my entire abdominal wall cramp up in an unpleasant Charlie horse from time to time, and an arms workout.  I assure you- I&#8217;m feeling it big time.<br \/>\nAnd even though I was super easy on myself as far as my food and exercise go, I still lost 1.5 pounds.  \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of my oldest and bestest friends turned 40 last week. We celebrated at her house today with a rocking BBQ. Here&#8217;s the picture to prove just. How. Rockin&#8217;! Actually, she and I are total dorks, still to this day. 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