So I might feel like a total gomer today but I did get asked on a date. I think the best response from Mom may have been ‘Poor Dan’ or wait . . . maybe I said that. Not that I am going. Dan said I’m a ‘Hot commodity and he better keep his eye on me’! Boy o’ BOY!

I know I wasn’t considering the date, ESPECIALLY considering the man looks oddly like my uncle Tracy, and even shares the name Tracy. Sorry, but I wont go riding motorcycles with a man who looks like family, unless it’s Memorial Day and it really IS the family!

It really was quite flattering though and especially nice today when I am feeling particularly frumpy due to my ever growing thighs and my diminishing self-esteem. Okay, I’m dramatizing just slightly, but it’s true. BAD day, and nice pat on the back from God. ‘You are worth while, you are cute, you aren’t fat! and you aren’t a gomer’, He seemed to say. ; )
So I may have been kicked out on my butt pre lunch, but post lunch I am back on my feet and standing tall. Silly really how we let our minds talk us into believing we aren’t good enough. ‘You gotta keep dancing!’ ; )