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October 30, 2007



Note to Jullianne's Sub-conscious; Be sure Blue Cross-Blue Shield is paid up before attending reunion lunches with old school chums. Hospitalization may be required after back handsprings.


when you get that body you are going to be pissed you gave away all of your low rise jeans and old navy t's


I can't stop laughing at the other comments! I admit to doing the same, without the back handsprings, though. I run into old crushes who immediately wonder how they ever let me get away. And I bust out with Mariah Carey's song "Someday."

You were so blind to let me go
You had it all but did not know
No one you'll find will ever be
Closer to all your dreams than me
Believing the grass would be greener
You told yourself "I just don't need her now"
But I know you'll soon discover
You're never satisfied with any other

Someday, oooh, someday
The one you gave away
Will be the only one
You're wishing for



So funny. I have had similiar fantasies but what always gets me laughing is how after each of my pregnancies I would actually think I looked really good. Sort of like your Barbie image accept mine was a young Sophia Loren-But then a year would go by and I would stumble upon pictures from the exact night I thought I looked good. You can imagine my surprise when I saw a triple chinned girl with too much make up on smiling like she actually thought she looked good. So, I am that person that asks to see the picture right after someone snaps a digital so I can assure myself what I think I look like actually is.


Hmmm. I dream along the same lines, but I'm usually dressed in really expensive clothes, with a really big diamond and I don't do the cartwheels. If only we could figure out how to harness the speed of our imaginations into a way to burn fat. We'd all be skinny, skinny skinny.

Repeat after me - Plump is good. Plump is good.


I don't think I've ever seen a thirty-two year old woman do a back handspring. Most impressive!
I just love that fantasy rewind button!

New Diva on the Blog

All praise to the iPod! Can't get enough old school on mine either, and you are so right about the weight loss fantasies while exercising. Mine usually come crashing to a halt when I am sure my skinny jeans are going to fit this time, and then they look the same as the last hundred times I thought this. Oh well, a little iPod and white girl shimmy is still good for the soul!

Karen Vogel

I think we all need a little fantasy in our lives...

Moving Mama

I love the IPod!!!! Nothing is better than this old mama out running to the Beastie Boys! Seriously - old school rocks. Just wish I hadn't downloaded the explicit lyric versions of some songs from ITunes because I sure am sick of hearing Gwen rock it out with every other word being SH*&. PS/weight loss fantasies are a pass time of mine also - 10 lbs might as well be 100.

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