It’s the Most Wonderful Tiiiiime of the Year! (Or, Going Ham Sandwich Crazy on Valero Employees)

Have I ever mentioned that I once held 4 retail positions at 4 seperate popular retailers, all at once? Because I did.

The year I moved back to San Diego, my mother decided to move back to Connecticut. Faced with a dilemma, seeing as I was currently only working at Torrid when I learned I wouldn’t be living rent free at Mom’s after November that year. In true Sondra fashion, I applied for jobs in the mall I was already working at. I originally planned to get just a second job, but then I kept being offered all of these opportunities….my Other Mother, Melanie, had just given me her old minivan, so I was finally mobile, which opened up my availability (no bus or trolley makes life so nice!), and I knew that if I kept my jobs around the same areas, I’d be able to swing it. I’d done two jobs at once before, so I was ready!

I got a second job at The Children’s Place in Plaza Bonita mall, where my Torrid was. Torrid was a decent job. The hours sucked, but I got to help women find confidence AND the perfect outfit. It was pretty awesome. However, some of the said women had a tendency to come try on clothes after some sort of shower strike, so funky fitting rooms and stupid shoplifters with strollers were probably my biggest issues. Then, I was offered a position working at HoneyBaked Ham for the holidays, where my friend’s mom was the manager. Then, I signed on with GoldRush, to work at the Plaza Bonita and El Camino Real kiosks. I was a very tired individual. I will be blunt, and share that working at ANY mall near the border during the holidays is absolute murder. Those Mexican ladies do NOT play when it comes to $3 pajamas and 75% off clearance racks. They will hit you with carts, fling strollers to throw you off their course, and then? Then they will stand at your register and slow the whooooole line down while they make sure you ring everything up at the right price, and send their 6 year olds back and forth to grab more sale items. Also, I no longer appreciate ham or turkey after HoneyBaked. I went home sticky, smelling like glaze every night, not to mention just being plain grumpy after fighting with old ladies and old men alike because the coupon said 1/4 hams were starting at $19.99, not $19.99 each. As you can see, sir or ma’am…I am a lowly cashier…not the marketing department! Also, it is not my fault that you kept the aforementioned coupon this long, and got in line the day before Thanksgiving to get your “$19.99” ham, and there are none left. That, my dears, is why the coupon was out for long…to allow everyone sufficient time to get a product that is typically in high demand!

Woo sah.

I say all this to make a point: Regardless of what you may think of me after some previous DMV venting, I really do my best to be kind to the retail workers of America. I’ve been there! I did the Starbucks drive-thru, the Torrid Fitting Rooms, the Children’s Place War Zones, and had to hand out flyer after flyer to get people to sell me their gold at a random kiosk in the mall. I was only slightly higher in popularity than those annyoing flat-iron people! I’ve worked at Baby Gap, The Body Shop, a pasta place that went out of business (and didn’t tell me until after I showed up for work to find the windows boarded up. I stopped waiting for my check from them a loooong time ago), and the list goes on! I can relate! I know that it is so hard to deal with some customers, but that EVERY customer has to be treated as if their situation is important, and capable of resolution. I can sell you something you don’t need, and make you believe that you are bat-shit crazy for living this long without it. I can ease your mind, even though I cannot solve your problem myself, because I know exactly who to take your problem to for a solution. I know that your time is precious, so I do all of this with the intention of wasting as little of it as possible.

Which is why I can’t seem to wrap my head around the issues that I had over the past two days at two multi-billion dollar retail corporations.

Target:

Black Friday. I order a nice set of non-stick, dishwasher safe cookware and utensils, as well as a Queen-sized  down-alternative comforter. My items arrived Friday, and I was ridiculously excited to complete my fabulous Liberty of London duvet set with a down alternative comforter I got for a steal! Then I open the box, and FAIL. It’s a twin. I have a moment of internal panic. “Did I order a twin on accident, in my online Black Friday frenzy?” So, I grab my phone, open the shipment email from Target, and the order reveals that I, as I thought, ordered a Queen….not a Twin. So, Saturday morning, Sean is kind enough to take me to Target to return it. I consider exchanging it, but had been informed that the one I need is at another location, and I mean….I ordered it online for a reason. So that I would not have to travel the county to find it. We have far more Wal Marts than Targets around here. So I try to stay sane. Now, you’re telling me that because YOU didn’t properly fulfill my order, I am forced to use MY time on MY Saturday to correct this? Unacceptable. Furthermore, I am informed that regardless of the fact that my packing slip and confirmation slip state that I ordered a Queen size, because it is no longer Black Friday, I will have to pay the difference for the bigger size. Oh honey…..no.

So, I do what I need to do. You know what really pushes my buttons, though? Why is it that it takes all of ten seconds for these people to withdraw my money for my purchases from my bank account, but it takes 3-5 days for me to get my money put back in there? Doesn’t really seem very fair, if you ask me! Especially when TARGET messed this whole thing up. Not me! But hey, I had a fun day with friends to look forward to, so I sucked it up, and cut my losses. I’ll find a better down alternative comforter somewhere else, and it will be Queen sized, and we will live happily ever after.

I bet you $10 (which I will deposit into your account 3-5 days after you win it. Sigh) that I won’t find it at Wal-Mart.

Wal-Mart

I previously posted that I suspect I am allergic to Wal-Mart. Between the stray children, and dazed employees….I just get all itchy and anxious whenever I go to one. It’s really too bad, because Wal-Mart really does have some deals that I can go for. This Black Friday, I gave them a shot, but made sure it was online only (actually, Aunt Elsie and I went to one Friday morning to get some pillows they didn’t have online and she almost got in a cart battle with a lady. And Aunt Elsie isn’t a fighter unless you make her really mad. So, point proven!), and got the major stuff I wanted. A memory foam mattress topper, my new laptop…my laptop arrived three days later, and I have no complaints. However, somehow, my mattress topper arrived…and it is TWIN sized! AGAIN! Sheer panic sets in, I check the confirmation email, and nope! I didn’t accidentally order a Twin! I go back to Wal-Mart, say to heck with it, and decide I just want my freakin’ money back. I don’t want to walk and try to find the other one, because I hate Wal-Mart….especially the one by my house that is right next to a Costco!

And so, it begins. Wait in line behind a strange man who keeps looking back into the large box my mattress topper was delivered in, and grunting. Get OUT of my business, sir. You are freaking me out. Get to register, and nice girl Jen goes to help me. She gives me a strange look, because SOMEBODY at the Wal-Mart warehouse sent my topper shrink wrapped, with a photo copy of the label, rather than an actual BeautyRest label. Don’t look at me, Jen! I didn’t do this crap! I just paid for it. Look at the invoice and packing slip, and get it crackin’!

Nice Jen is having trouble processing return without an actual bar code for the item, even though the bar code on said packing slip registered and clearly states that I am entitled to a refund of $36.09. Jen then informs me that because I made my purchase online, they’ll have to give me a store credit gift card. I kindly inform Jen that I will not accept my reimbursement in that form, because I am not about to walk the aisles of Wal-Mart. I don’t need anything at Wal-Mart, except what I ordered(however, I am tempted to run and grab some Benadryl from Aisle 8, because I feel the hives coming at this point. Scratch, scratch, scratch!) And Target already put me in a bad mood, so I don’t want to attempt to exchange it. Jen informs me that they cannot credit it back to my card, even though I was under the impression that a debit card typically processes as credit, and can only be used online in the first place if it has a Visa or Mastercard, etc symbol, and those are credit companies(scratch, scratch, scratch!). She concedes, and negotiates giving me a cash refund since “debit is almost like paying cash.” Lord have Mercy.

Jen still cannot process code for product, so Gina steps in. Gina gets to the step where she just has to have a Customer Service Manager do an override to give me a cash refund (itch,itch, itch), and then said Customer Service Manager informs me that she needs my card because online orders are ran as credit(itch, itch, itch!). No….you don’t say! At this point, I don’t want to wait 3-5 days for THAT refund to process because I have no cash and have to go to the gas station before I head south to get Josh and Alex from the airport. She gets all irritated with me (nevermind that she missed the last ten minutes of torture I’ve endured, and that her job, as stated on her nifty plastic name tag, is CUSTOMER SERVICE MANAGER, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH!), and says she will do it this time, merely because I was misinformed. And, I only get $31, because they’re not refunding shipping in stores. What the heck EVER.

I leave Wal-Mart without stabbing out my own eyeballs in frustration to arrive at the gas station.

Valero:

I get out of the car, and I am closing the door when a gentleman rushes from the other side of the pump and tells me he is going to pump my gas for me, since my boyfriend isn’t here to do it. Although the gesture was cheesy, I definitely appreciated it after my dreadful Wal-Mart experience just up the road.I lie, tell him that yes, I do have a boyfriend, but he is currently deployed (insert sweet “sorry” smile here).  I go inside and ask for $20 on pump #5. The girl behind the counter smiles, says “$20 on 5?” and I smile, and say yes and thank you, and have a great day. I get back to the car where ol’ boy, who I then realize has a very nicely structured jaw line, is still waiting to pump my gas (that’s what she said. Haha). I look a little bewildered, walk inside and inform the girl it’s not working, and she says “You’re at pump 5? I put it on pump 3…” I reply by saying, ‘Yes, I’m at pump 5.” She says “Oh, well I can’t do anything about it.”

Did I mention that I worked with little old ladies, arguing over honey-glazed hams? On the day before Thanksgiving, AND even on Christmas Eve? Did I mention that I never ONCE lost my cool, acted rude or incapable, or made them hate me? Did I perhaps, mention, that I was a genius when it came to making them understand that I understood how ridiculous the coupon verbage was, and that while unfortunately, I the lowly cashier could not correct this issue, I would be back, in just a moment if you don’t mind waiting, because I know how busy you must be, with my manager?

Oh. I did? Well! Then, perhaps you can understand why I was about 3 seconds from lunging across the counter at this girl.

First, let me just say that it didn’t actually dawn on me until I was recapping this story for Alex and Josh that I could have just driven around to the other pump. It was just one of those days where I was mentally exhausted from dealing with trivial issues. The Wal-Mart thing really killed me! So, I stand there, try to keep my composure, and pressed my index and middle finger to the spot between my eyes. I do that sometimes to calm myself down when I’m really annoyed. I don’t know why, because it really doesn’t help. But it gives me a second to plan how to handle something without going to jail, you know?

Then, I look up at her, thinking she might have figured out how to simply put the money on the correct pump by now, and she looks at me like I am the stupid one and says “Well, I mean, I don’t know what you want me to…”

I can only assume the last word there was going to be “do.” But I’m not really sure, because that was the point when I went ham sandwich crazy!

I slam my hand on the counter, and tell her that I am not going to pay another $20 to use the pump I am already parked at, where a man is wasting his time waiting to pump gas into the car I have, although he has already filled his tank up! I am not. I WILL NOT!

I may or may not have insulted her intelligence and begged her to go back and get her GED, so that she could go somewhere and take a computer literacy class. I was seeing red, so the part after I slammed my hand down is a bit hazy. I am not proud of the way I acted, but I was really just not in the mood.

Wouldn’t you know? Somebody sure did figure out how to fix it, then. May I just say, and I mean this in the nicest way possible: Some people shouldn’t work in any position that involves cash registers, technology, or contact with other people.

Whew. I really just needed to vent. I mean, all these occurences within a matter of two days was really just a little too much for me. I’ve done these jobs, and I feel that I was trained to handle these types of situations for customers with much more finesse, poise, and professionalism than I witnessed at any of these THREE establishments. And that is seriously disappointing.

Also, “ham sandwich crazy” is a lovingly used phrase that I reserve for my worst moments, stemming from when I worked at HoneyBaked. When it wasn’t peak hoilday season, HoneyBaked makes sandwiches. They are actually REALLY good, in the most legit way. Tons of bread options, fresh veggies usually purchased at the store daily, and HoneyBaked ham or turkey made it just delicious. I once had a customer who went out of their way to complicate this simple order process, and checked every single condiment and topping on the sandwich order form for her HoneyBaked ham sandwich, and then came back and tried to get me fired, because I put pepperocinis,which she claimed to be allergic to, on her sandwich.

a) you checked pepperocinis on the form, loca!

b) you watched me make your sandwich behind the GLASS

c) I am new here, and I do not appreciate you causing a scene or bringing my manager into this. I’m the girl who gets customer service awards….not problems.

d) I actually get kinda sensitive with stuff like this, because you know, I give 150% on my jobs…even if I am slinging ham to the masses or spraying disinfectant in fitting rooms. So don’t you come over here with your mess, when it was YOUR fault for being a glutton!

e) Who the heck ever heard of someone being allergic to pickled peppers? I am allergic to avocados, bananas, mangoes, and coconut…and that’s weird. But really? Pepperocinis? Smack yourself.

She tells my manager she didn’t have her glasses on, and so she had no idea that pepperocinis are what she marked on the form. She feels that I should have asked if she had any food allergies. Oh, honey. I am a cashier/sandwich maker. Not a registered nurse or physician. Again, smack yourself.

After she finally left, my manager tried to stop laughing and said “You should have seen your face! I thought you were going to faint! Were you….(gasps, laughs some more)… holding your breath?”

I simply replied “I sure was….because that lady was about to have me get all kinds of crazy in here! You want a ham sandwich? I’m about to go ham sandwich crazy!”

And the rest, my friends is history. And to be quite honest, I think that wretched woman is also a part of why I cannot stand ham anymore.

‘Til Next Time!

XOXO

Weekend Wrap Up…and an Award!

ME!

Is it really already Sunday afternoon? I feel like my weekend should have just started!

Friday night, Sean and Jamar came to spend the night and watch movies with me! I got these awesome coupons from BzzAgent for a free Private Selection appetizer, entree, and dessert… so I headed to Ralphs and got $25 worth of food for FREE. You know how I do! Lol.

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Sean is currently taking a 30 day vegetarian challenge, so I opted for the Pizza Margherita Napolitana (Random Italian Fact: Pizza Margherita is named for the Queen, Margherita. One of her chefs made her a pizza with fresh perlini mozzarella balls, basil leaves and tomatoes to represent the colors of the Italian flag…and presto! Pizza Margherita!) entree, and got these yummy looking Southwestern Chicken Trumpets…which are basically a sppin-off of Chili’s Southwestern Eggrolls, in little trumpet shapes. Heated those up in the stove, plated them with a dish of sour cream for an appetizer. Nice. Gotta love being able to keep it simple! Check out Private Selection, if you’re ever in need of quick and tasty frozen meal options. They’re awesome for the nights you work late, but know you better eat something. Each item took less than 20 minutes in the stove to make!

Saturday morning, we all slept in, and I made scrambled eggs and turkey sausage for breakfast. Now, to be honest, if it were not for the guys being there, I would have had a protein shake and avoided the kitchen. But what can I say? I think I’m kinda like my Aunt Elsie…I spoil the boys.

Candace came over later, and we headed to Julian. I was beyond excited, because the last time Sean and I headed to Julian, it was spring, and it was pretty warm. This time, it was freezing! I loved it! A drive through the San Diego countryside with 3 great friends(sprinkled with jokes about being chased off of the zillions of citrus groves we considered going into), that ends in fresh Julian apple filled Caramel Apple Crumb pie(although, Jamar doesn’t like apple pie. Therefore, he is not American.), and a stop in the Julian candy store( where Jamar evidently does like big blocks of white chocolate, chocolate covered honeycombs, sugar free gummy bears and other assorted delicacies)? Count me IN! We had fun….but it is definitely arguable that the trips there and back were the best parts. The trip back especially, because we had a jawbreaker contest (Jamar won. Foreigners….), and a rowdy game of Ten Fingers. I don’t know why Candace and I are incapable of behaving around other people…but it always makes for goood times. And videos. And let’s face it: people love our videos. Lol.

We got back to the house, opened a bottle of red wine, and watched another movie. Then, the boys headed back home and Candace proceeded to do some pin curls for me. I love pin curls, but unfortunately, I am far too lazy and uncoordinated when it comes to doing them myself.

End Result= Love!

Did you know? If you sleep on said pin curls, and wake up the next day, and pin a few pieces back, you’ll look effortlessly pretty. And men at the gas station will run around the pump to pump your gas for you!

Exhibit A

I look like I’m 12 years old…but I’m okay with that.

Then, a guy Candace recently met came over to hang out with one of his friends, and we spent the night engaging in nostalgic pastimes. If you have ever played the game B.S. with a deck of cards, then you are aware of how heated the game really gets! We were going around and around and people were getting crazy! I actually didn’t have to lie most of the rounds…I got lucky with my hand! But boy, does Candace get mad when she gets called out!

And also, I think that over time, my generation has forgotten how to play Truth or Dare! If someone says “Truth,” a question is asked, and they are supposed to answer it…..TRUTHFULLY! Oh, and if you choose “Dare,” and then you make up a million excuses as to why you can’t take the dare? When you’re playing with Candace and I?? You’re fired! How that got skewed is seriously beyond me…but it made for some shenanigans. You know I’m all about shenanigans!

Ten Fingers. A dangerous, dangerous game. It was a recurring theme of my Saturday, as Candace and I played it in the car with Jamar and Sean, and again last night with the other two. Understandably, when two males and two females engage in this game, it becomes a battle of the sexes. “I’ve never peed standing up!” “I’ve never had a PAP smear!” ….it just gets so ugly. And it is so freakin’ hilarious!

For example:

Guy: “I’ve never had to go visit an OB/Gyn.”

Candace: “Me either.”

Guy: “Yo. So you’ve never gone to the lady doctor?!”

Me: “Well, I mean, we’ve seen the gynecologist….but not an OB!”

Guy: (lost face)

Candace: “You see an OB during your pregnancy. I’m not pregnant, and neither is she! We don’t have any kids!”

Guy: (“You must be joking” face)

You get the gist of it….we were all finding any loophole we could, so that we wouldn’t have to put a finger down and risk losing. And honestly, it’s soooo easy to get guys out when it gets to that point. What can I say? We get a little competitive. And we are fiercely protective of each other while we plot their destruction! Lol.

Today, I slept in, did some laundry, ran some errands, and then picked Josh and Alex up at the airport! So glad my bestie is home from Colorado! No more loneliness! Lol.

On to the Versatile Blogger Award business ( I even get a spiffy little badge for the site! WOO!):

Yay! Thank you to Kiran Mall-Kainth, over at K M Kalology for the nomination! In the spirit of the Versatile Blogger Award, I would like to pass on the honor to some of my favorite blogs, and share 7 random facts about myself! Also, may I ask why that is the tradition? Lol. I am only listing a few, rather than the typical 15 blogs I love. The ones listed have recently been discovered, and I will be updating the “Blogs I Love!” page shortly! 🙂 In the meantime, check out my newest reading treasures! This blogger award is awesome, because it really encourages blogger recogntion in our own blogging communities, and makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside 🙂

1. Does My Bum Look Big in This? My personal fave entry of hers presently? “We Found Dove in a Soapless Place.”

2. Ardent Amanda I appreciate her sincerity, and the fact that she truly takes accountability for her actions!

3.  Alison May See: “Where I muse on weight loss and dieting and shaking fat off of one’s childbearing hips.”

4. 15 Weeks, 110 Days  Genuine reflections on a journey to lose weight….plus, there is a ridiculously cute baby to look at!

As far as seven random facts about myself?:

1. Most people know that I am utterly repulsed by any milk-based products. I don’t do cream sauces, soups, etc. I don’t drink milk. I only use soy milk when absolutely necessary, and have gone out of my way to find protein beverages that taste like Crystal Light, versus a milkshake. I do realize that I am somewhat a disgrace to my Italian heritage on the whole milk/cream based sauce thing…but I’ll be that. 🙂

2. I have a small obsession with wall clings. I have a pretty one with vines above my bed. And a Lil Wayne quote at the top of my bathroom mirror (it’s awesome, believe me. Waking up and seeing “I don’t think you’re beautiful, I think you’re beyond it.” is the ultimate bathroom accessory for a narcissist such as myself!). I also have several saved in my Amazon.com shopping cart, because I am considering putting one in my walk-in closet on the wall….it’s pretty serious. Haha.

3. My trip to Italy is still a ways away, but I am literally dreaming about it. I have already began planning any detail that I can (I really am trying to stop planning so much, but it’s so hard for me. Ugh!). I am buying The Rosetta Stone as soon as my ticket is confirmed, and joining the Italian coversation group I mentioned in the “Viva, Italia” entry. I am reading Fodor’s Italy with the same diligence reserved for my bible, and studying “Italian Phrases for Dummies” in my spare time. I’ve looked into my mom’s timeshare and it’s foreign exchange credits option, and already know that my villa (Yup! I said it!) will be $200/week in both Greece and Italy.

4. The Fodors Greece 2012 guide is in my Amazon.com shopping cart as we speak. I’m buying it Friday. And planning that leg of my trip. Faith without works is dead, after all.

5. Did I mention my obsession with Amazon.com……..?

6. I am purposely avoiding a man that I’ve known for 3 years, simply because I know that I am not truly attracted to him other than physically. And it is really hard to do. But, alas….it must be done. Like always, I’m just trying to forget what I feel and remember what I deserve.

7. I am currently pushing myself to finish my first book. It’s basically a big hodge-podge of my memories and experiences. People kept telling me I should write a book, I felt like there was no possible way all these crazy things in my life could go without documentation…and so I have began. It’s tricky, because while I don’t want to leave anything out, I want to keep some little pieces to myself. I see it in my creative visions as a cross between a Jen Lancaster memoir, and “Why Men Love Bitches.” But time will tell what we end up with. Haha.

Ok, I think I’m done here. I always worry that lengthy posts are annoying…but like I said, I don’t want to miss anything!

‘Til Next Time!

XOXO

Mini Meatcakes, and Substantial Victory.

It’s Thursday!

Which means, it’s almost Friday, which trails to Saturday (which is when my Ace and I head to Julian and have a fun day of adventures!), which leads to Sunday, when Alex returns from Colorado and I won’t have to be alone in the condo anymore! WOOO!

You know, it’s interesting, because I see my roomie/bestie everyday….we live together. We work together. We hang out together outside of home and work! But, she leaves for more than a night, and I get all bored and lonely. It kinda cracks me up! But on the bright side, my visions of her boyfriend meeting her dad have brought several smiles to my face…so I’m good!

I promised the mini spinach and mozzarella meatloaf recipe for the past 2-3 posts, and so here I am to deliver!

Sondra’s Mini Spinach and Mozzarella MeatCakes:

What you need:

1 lb ground turkey (or beef, if that’s your thing)

1 egg

Salt and Pepper

2 tblsp worchestire sauce

Italian Seasoning

1/2 cup shaved parmesan cheese

2 cups spinach

1 clove garlic, minced

1/2 yellow onion, diced finely

2 cups shredded mozzarella cheese

 

What You Need to Do:

Combine all inrgedients, except the last 4, in a bowl. Mix with hands, and set in fridge. In skillet, saute garlic and spinach in 2 tsp olive oil. Add salt and pepper to taste.

Using muffin tins, set up your meatcake base. Press meat mixture into bottom and sides of cupcake pan, leaving space in the middle.

 

To each base, add a tbsp or so of the sauteed spinach.

Filling!

Add shredded cheese to filling:

With remaining meat mixture form thin patties with hands, and cover meatcakes, as pictured:

 

Top with any extra shredded mozzarella for the last 5 minutes or so of baking! and Voila! Dinner! I kinda got a little excited, and was really hungry when they were finished, and I didn’t think about taking a photo of the finished product until after I had packed them up for the potluck. My apologies. 🙂

Bake at 375 degrees for about 25-30 minutes. I usually cut into the side of one to check for pinkness. Depending on what kind of stove you’re using, cook times will vary. This recipe is simple, savory, and as my boss pointed out at the Thanksgiving potluck, gluten free. I don’t use breadcrumbs or anything like that, because I’ve noticed products with those fillers make me feel pretty gross after I eat them. Premade turkey meatballs and I are NOT friends. But if I make my own, I do just fine! So, the choice is yours when it comes to that. Also, I don’t top mine with BBQ sauce or anything, but you can! you don’t like onions, take them out. You want more, put them in! It’s pretty freestyle, in my kitchen!

My favorite way to serve these is with mashed potatoes, and green beans or asparagus. I’ve definitely altered the recipe since my pre-op days. But people still ask for the recipe even years later! So, hopefully you all enjoy. The instructions aren’t very strict, but that’s because it’s easy to put your own spin on it. I’ve done bacon on top of them before, I’ve added tomatoes to the filling….theres all kinds of variations. But you just can’t beat melty cheese and sauteed spinach in every bite! Let me know if you try it!

Moving on to Victory:

I stepped on the scale this morning, and it read 221 lbs.

Yes, 221 lbs. Meaning, I’ve lost 84 lbs since VSG Surgery, and I am 16 lbs away from the 100 lb mark. I am hoping to reach 100 lbs lost by January 10th, when Alex and I do our photo shoots with the San Diego Boudoir Divas. Although, if that’s the case, I’ll definitely need to buy a new outfit for the shoot…because mine is already bagging in the wrong places. Lol. Also, it’d be an awesome goal to reach before our next Vegas trip in January! WOOO!

Again, I need to thank everyone for being a huge source of my support and motivation along the road on this journey. I have been blessed to bring old friends with me, and make new ones along the way. I am doing all that I can to incorporate time into my day to devote to SeeSondraSlim, in the hopes that I can use it as a platform to fight the issues Obesity is causing in our society. For every “like” on Facebook, for every comment on a blog entry, and for every encouraging word…I am beyond thankful!

In the works? SeeSondraSlim YouTube channel with product reviews, shopping tips, and more! I am very excited to start this part of the movement, and cannot wait to share it with all of you!

In the meantime, I need to get to work! After work, I’m hititng the gym! WOOT WOOT! Let’s get it!

I hope everyone has an awesome day!

‘Til Next Time!

XOXO