Change Apparently Wears a Size 2XL

So I am sitting in my apartment watching the results of one of the most significant elections in history. I am very excited (still very nervous) about what this can mean for our country. Change is definitely upon us whether that change is good or bad. (except wtf is up with CNN talking to people via hologram during the election results).

I think change is funny. People are so scared of it yet it happens all the time. My ten year high school reunion is approaching next year and it makes me think about how much things have changed since those days when I hugged all my closest friends good bye and we all approached the next adventure in our lives when we spread across the east coast and headed to college.

Because I have a disease that I call ODT (obsessive to do) I decided to take over planning our reunion. (usually this is up to the President of the Class but I completely disregarded that minor detail).

So in my true ODT fashion I sent out an email on behalf of the "committee" to the entire class. All of these people who I never talked to in HS were sending me emails at how appreciative they were of my planning. I truly believe that I am going to relive my entire 4 years in one night (a la romy and michelle's high school reunion) The only nasty email I got was from this one girl who seriously came up to my left boob in height, had hair down to her knees and who I thought was a lesbian for all four years but turns out she got married to a man. woops.

Her lovely note:

"Whoa did you seriously think it was ok to publish my email address to all these people?

And you got my name wrong.

You may want to consider getting people’s permission before shotgun blasting their contact information around the world. I don’t want any of these people knowing how to talk to me."

In which I wanted to respond with - Whoa, did you actually think anyone was looking to contact you and have you gone for a haircut yet? But I was nice and simply told her I would take her off the list.

Anyway...back to change. So in the meantime I have also been friend requesting people on Facebook. And I came across something that scarred me for life. My high school crush. Let's just say that my beautiful, tall, charismatic boy of a crush doesn't quite look like he used to. So much so that I almost didn't recognize him. Now I'm 100 % sure that I wasn't the only girl with braces and in the marching band that drooled over him so I am very concerned about him making his grand entrance at our reunion. He will for sure upset many people (probably all of the closeted high school gays as well) So I decided to write him a letter.

Dear Love of My Life,

I recently came across your facebook profile and was quite taken aback from what my eyes saw. In fact I believe my exact words were "My eyes, my eyes!" as I covered my face in horror. In high school you were the image of perfection and now you are just a rather large image. I am concerned. Very concerned. I cannot, will not, let the love of my life enter our high school reunion looking like he ate the rest of the football team for dinner. So. We have decided to have an intervention. We have called the Biggest Loser - they just so happen to be doing a special on reunions. Allison is waiting in the car outside. Just put down the hot dog and beer and do this for all of us. I know that there is that lean, muscular, heartbreaker underneath those layers and he's just waiting to bust out and show his classmates that he is just as much of a hottie now that he was in high school.

All my love,

Sarah

P.S. I made sure to order low carb apps for the reunion.

** It only took me about 3 hours to write this post because I kept getting distracted. We just found out that Barack Obama just won the election. Change is good. :)