But then...I realized...What am I laughing at? I'm the one that makes the blackjack dealers count my cards out loud FOR ME.
*sigh*
Maybe this Wal-Mart in Mississippi is on to something.





Can someone please explain to me WHERE this man would wash his hands?
Next question...Where's the line for the women's?

Somehow the words, "Tastes like CHICKEN" takes on a whole new meaning.
Thanks, my fellow WTF Friend!!
March 5, 2009: Grandy takes this picture...reluctantly...while on the phone...to show progress made throughout the year.
Looking at these, it's hard to believe either one is me. I never really saw that person in the top picture and I don't yet see the person yet to be in the bottom.
On March 6, 2008, Grandy had Gastric Bypass surgery. I know you all know that I had a "surgery" back in March last year, but I never really shared with everyone WHAT the surgery was. There are so many opinions out there about the surgery, and the reasons people have them, that I didn't want people making assumptions about me or my reasons while I was going through the process.
First things first, Grandy's weight did not qualify her for the surgery by itself. In looking at the picture, I don't see how that is possible, but it is true. It was the fact that my diabetes was heading off the chart, my heart rate was out of control, blood pressure couldn't get down, and I was pretty much headed to even bigger issues. Despite gym attempts and re-hashing dietary needs over and over and over, Grandy was taking 13 medications per day (200 units of insulin was just the start). Those medications were taking a toll on my system.
The GP had mentioned the surgery to me for a couple years, but each time I would get ticked at the mere mention that I was even large enough. I'm not 100 lbs. overweight DANG IT! He would always come back with, "You don't have to be. You just have to be over 40% body mass index. Clearly you are." ASS
So Grandy tried other ways: Weight Watchers, Atkins, Exercising, Weight Watchers again, you name it. Slowly her weight would fall, rise, fall further, rise higher. All the while, no matter what she did, her blood sugars never balanced out.
In April 2007 Grandy applied to go on "The Biggest Loser". At that time my weight was 226. It was enlightening to even go through the application process (to say the least). I cried as I truthfully answered all the questions. When it came to filling out my health history, it broke my heart. I was now turning 35 and did not see the possibility of me seeing the light of 40.
From that moment I decided it was time for me to take charge of my destiny. I had an overwhelming sense of needing to fight. I broke my back and almost died at 23, I had a stroke at 28, and the writing was on the wall. Must.Overcome. When I wasn't accepted onto the show, I had my "Plan B" in place.
Unfortunately, my body decided to start the implosion, and the doctor put me on my MIS (Medically Induced Sabatical). "I'm going to put you on permanent disability," he told me. I had to do something. Nothing was working.
In November 2007 I met with the surgeon. My weight was 209 (my efforts were slightly paying off) but my insulin needs continued to climb. He told me to STOP going to the gym, and don't lose any more. He worried my weight would drop me too low and the carrier would not qualify it. I had all the other CO-MORBIDITY factors required for the carrier to approve it, why miss out for 5 more pounds?
I started going to a support group (and was looked at funny when some of the patients realized I wasn't an "after" patient) and continued to go every month. I made changes to my diet ahead of time so it wouldn't be too hard after (no more carbonated soda).
One year ago today I took the big step. I had my big surgery. My weight the day of the surgery was 201. My morning blood sugars were 407. Today my weight is 145, and my morning blood sugars are 130. My 200 units of insulin is down to 15. All the other medications I was on have been replaced by vitamin supplements.
In September they discovered a complication (something that only happens in 2% of all gastric bypass patients) and in October I had a "re-do" corrective surgery. Man did that suck. I made it through though, as you all know.
For those of you that think that I took the easy way out, please keep in mind that today I have paperwork that outlines my prospective retirement date of 2037. Try and imagine how it feels to actually believe I might see that day sometime, when before I never thought you would see 2012.
It's very exciting people, I assure you!!


BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fact that even one sweater exists like this, means there must be more.
The fact that there is only one sweater like this on the rack means that someone bought the others.
Why? Who? How???
Trust me... If Grandy were your friend...your true friend...she would NOT let you wear this thing outside.
Pinky Promise!!


Wanna play? Why not send Grandy a pic and she can give it...how shall we say...UMPH!
My Grandy-isms + Your pics = Magic
Or at least it's good for a couple chuckles anyway.
See you all tomorrow!!
Liquid Codeine... aka Liquid Crack... aka the reason I can go on living for the time being. See that plant in the background? I'm trying to keep it alive. But I'm not very good at this stuff. In fact... I suck.
I'm rockin' the puzzle world, and my sisters and friends text me throughout the day to see how I'm doing. Gotta love unlimited texting... and then I don't have to talk to everyone.
My Tivo is a wonderful thing. Look at the CSI's and Without a Trace episodes just sitting there... waiting for me... so I can fast forward through the commercials.
I tell ya, this kid cannot WAIT until I get my happy a$$ back to work because he's suffocating with all the 
Me...on my recliner...with my laptop... with a haze over me. Good grief! Is it possible to LOOK medicated? Sure it is. I'm doing it right here.
So this is a day in my life right now.
Bored yet?
Hey...WAKE UP!! You've been sipping my meds while I wasn't looking, huh?

I'm thinkin' I could be on to something here.
It could come in handy.
Yeah, nothing says, "Welcome to the Grandy's" like Big Foot's A$$ staring at you from 100 yards away. NO THANKS!!!
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This was so nice and relaxing in this tub...Ty and I would put our swim suits on and let the jets go. Hmmmmmmm......
One of these days I should post every picture I took of the sunset. There were about 20 shots with all the different settings on my camera, but boy was it beautiful in each one.
Me and my guy on Christmas day!! LOVE this kid!!!