I haven't lost mine...

In-teg-ri-ty
-noun
1. adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.

I have found some of the best reasons I ever had for remaining at the bottom simply by looking at the men at the top. ~Frank Moore Colby

The Skinny

25 lbs between 10/01/10 and 12/31/2010 (13 weeks)
25 lbs between 01/10/11 and 04/18/2011 (15 weeks)

I will spend $1000 on new clothes if I reach my goal by my 29th birthday

Interested in your George Foreman Grill

I was interested in a few items I recently saw posted on craigslist, so I sent the following email:

Aloha,

I might be interested in your George Foreman grill. Do you know the model? How much are you asking for it?

I do hope you'll post pictures of some of your other items as well... Particularly your furniture and your Tiffany jewelry. :)

Good luck and happy selling!

Thanks,

From alisa_in_hawaii@yahoo.com I received such a rude response:

nope not showing pics.

this is a moving sale, like a garage sale.

first come first serve

this is not a store, you come look around and if you don't like anything you move on to the next garage/moving sale.

I am selling hundreds of items, post pics of what.........lol.

If I was to email pics back and forth I would not have time to go to work.

like the ad stated, interested email me your telephone number

mahalo

alisa

To which I replied:

I was simply showing interest in the specific items you mentioned in your ad. I know what a moving sale is, I know what a garage sale is. I know you're not a store, and I know it's first come first served. It was unnecessary of you to "lol" at my request for pictures. Pictures of what, you asked? Furniture and Tiffany jewelry I said. But nevermind. Please don't email me again. I have already marked you as SPAM. Good luck on your sale. Hope you're moving away from Hawaii, back to New York or wherever you came from.

Her response, which she titled "LMAO, stupid":

you are as ignorant as possible.

what do you want pics of your brain

I couldn't resist. I had to send her this:

You think I am ignorant? You don't even know how to use capital letters, punctuation, or structure a sentence. Do I "want pics of my brain"? Was that the best you could come up with? I've seen the picture you posted of yourself. You look like a bored, angry, old woman. Certainly too old to be using "LMAO". Do you think that's cute, or something? Old ladies that try too hard to act and appear young are not cute. They are lame. You're an ugly person inside and out. You're spoiling my Hawaii. Sell your junk and LEAVE! I was nice in my initial email, I don't know why you found it necessary to be so rude in your response. At this point I find your ignorance amusing. You're feeble attempts at wit will make great fodder for my blog. Please, keep 'em coming!

I should have left that last bit out. Now she won't want to play with me. And I was having such fun. I imagine this is what Adam feels like when he plays his video game.

Uncle Andrew, May You Rest In Peace

We pulled into the funeral home parking lot. Evangeline began to cry softly. "Papa is very sad", she said. "Today is a sad day", I told her. We got out of the car, and she kissed my dad hello. My dad stayed behind to finish his cigarette, while Evan and I approached the front entrance. "Everyone will cry today", she told me. We sat at the back of the room, I didn't want Evan to see the body. She asked me why we were there. I told her we came to pray. My dad came in quietly. He didn't look at us. He walked to the casket. The rest of the family hadn't arrived. My dad stood alone with his uncle's coffin. He turned to us, his eyes red, his face wet with tears. He wiped his face. He walked to the first row of chairs, and sat down. "Is this Papa's test", Evan asked me in a whisper. "Test?", I asked her. She repeated her question, "Is this Papa's test"? I shrugged. I had no idea what she meant, no idea what she was asking me. She looked across the room at my dad. "Today is Papa's bad dream", she told me. Family and friends arrived and began to file in. The room filled quickly. "It's so cold in here Mommy", Evan told me. It had to be over 85 degrees outside, and with the doors left open the funeral parlor was warm. I wrapped my arm tightly around her shoulders. "I'll keep you warm", I promised. The service was nice. People stood to say kind words about the deceased. My dad cried off and on throughout. Evan patted his shoulder lovingly in an effort to comfort him. At times she rested her hand on his arm. "Mommy, we are going to need lots of Hello Kitty after this", she said seriously.