Last night, George and I went to dinner with my mom last night. We had to go pick her up at this restaurant where there were something like thirty loud, drunk real estate agents at this leadership conference. (So loud, drunk, outgoing and outspoken real estate agents.) It was a very uncomfortable (but interesting) thirty minutes. (And thirty minutes of “this is my daughter and George” and “are they the ones getting married?”)

But then it was over and we went to this restaurant that had nothing WW friendly. Oh, I’m sure I could’ve asked them to grill me a piece of fish, but it probably would’ve been blackened. I don’t like blackened fish. So I had a bowl of iceburg lettuce with a bit of ranch dressing and a cup of oyster artichoke soup. Yummy but very creamy and pointy. And then I split (okay, ate most of) some bread pudding with my mom.

But then this morning, I weighed the same as I did last week! You know, as in before I gained the .8 lbs. So that is good and makes me feel like I may have a loss next week. I really hope so.

Next weekend, I’m going to pick blueberries with some girlfriends and I want to make blueberry jam. And then I was thinking, I have to put a clever name on the label, don’t I? Since my name does, after all, rhyme with “jam”. Since my domain does, after all, incorporate the words “pam” and “jam”.

So do I call it “pyjammy’s jam” or “pam’s jam” or “pyjammy jam” or what? Or something else altogether? Does it really matter? How much jam do I think I’m going to make? It’s not like I’m going to be marketing it, after all. I may be giving jars to a few people, but do I really need to stress about this? I’ve never even made jam! What if it’s disgusting? Does anyone know the easiest way to make blueberry jam?

Ooh, tomorrow is Ren’s baby shower. Can’t wait to see her!