So it is Monday. Wonderful, lovely Monday. I am at the coast store today and still nursing a little bit of a headache from the rake whack.
Yesterday we got together with my best friend, Tina, and her husband, Steve. It was Steve's birthday so we went out to the rooftop (in the heat!) and had a great late lunch and drinks. After that we strolled down to La Rambla for dessert and drinks. It was quite lovely.
Of course, my day wouldn't be complete without a little drama or hecticness, now would it? I mean, I am a magnet for the little things in life that get completely out of hand.
While I was biting into my seared Ahi steak my cell phone rang. It was Sonya. Jordan, the young man who was babysitting my kids for a couple of hours while we were out and also Sonya's son, cut himself and it wouldn't stop bleeding. So she took him to the ER and dropped the kids at her house with her husband.
He was alright after all, he did nick off the pad of one his digits so the fingerprint will never be the same again I am sure, but the bleeding stopped and he will live to play soccer and basketball and use his finger to do God knows what in the future. So all is well.
He even told his mom that I didn't have to pay him for the time he did spend with the kids. How sweet is that? Sure, come over to my house, loose a body part and then tell me I don't have to pay you for working. It is a sweet little system I have going over here. Anyone want to do some yardwork with a tempermental rotatiller or weedwhacker? I will provide free transportation to the ER if you happen to loose your foot or a couple of toes. And whatever you got done before the offing is for my benefit, so don't expect to get paid.
Of course, I am sure he is at his attorney's this morning giving a deposition about how we carelessly laid some really sharp scissors around our house in the hopes of having an accident in our family now that we have signed up for Aflac. But it isn't true!!!! I swear it isn't so!!
I will give Jordan his due pay sometime this week. And I am not heartless, geez, I just have to make light of all the whacky things that happen in my life. It is just not normal, but for some reason it is for me. So I am happy as a little clam in my world of chaos, so here is wishing you a wonderful week as well.
Aug. 28, 2006
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Wednesday, July 2, 2008
First day
Paul had his first day at his new job yesterday. He loved it. He is very excited about this new job and he deserves it! I am glad to see him so happy.
On another note, when I called home last night, Paul was crying. He had been watching the new Spike Lee mini-series about Hurricane Katrina. Hurricane Katrina really did a number on Paul. He hasn't been the same since he got back. I am hoping that he is able to get some help for his psyche. He is so emotional about the ordeal and it is still very "raw" for him.
I am sitting in LC today. The day here is absolutely beautiful. The store hasn't been too busy this morning, so I am just taking some time out to write this blog.
On Sunday I went shopping with the familia for Back To School. Geez, already! William is going to be my big third grader. I am so blown away by the thought that I have a third grader! He is getting so big it is incredible. He is wearing a size 12. I just can't believe it. This year he can play football and we have asked him if he wants to. He is definitely built for football. But he is more interested in getting into the dolphin program at the aquatic center. He just loves swimming and loves the water!
Jack is going to be 5 in November. That is another brain blower. He is soooooo little! Opposite build of his big brother. He is moving up to the older age group in gymnastics already and he loves his nanny, Lynda. He is so limber and petite....I am jealous.
Both boys spend their Fridays with their Grandma and Papa during the summer, and they are spoiled to no end. They have a certain routine there and love the safety, security and unconditional love they have at their grandparents house. I am so blessed to have them in our lives. We stopped by with my mom on Sunday and chatted. My mom had picked up a special licorice she had talked to Grams about, so we dropped it off for her. I am so glad that they like each other and get along well. My family is pretty easy going that way. I hope we start our family dinners up again. It was really nice to see everyone every Sunday. I think Grams got a kick out the huge difference between John, Dianne and I. I talked to my mom the other day noting that John and Dianne are so completely different from each other. John has no traits of Dianne, and Dianne has no traits of John. I on the other hand, have a few traits of both, so it is easier for me to get along with each of them. But they clash like oil and vinegar. I will leave it to you to guess which one is which.
I have been hopping to trade shows on the weekends in Washington and Oregon. A lot of new products have been coming out and I am trying to stay on top of it all. Ordering for the stores and displaying the new products is fun, but I hate the budgeting part! I want it all!
I have been running the businesses on a cash basis only and it has been working very well for us, but I just drool over all the new stuff that comes out at the summer CHA show and it is hard to wait....
John has been working pretty much full time at the stores this summer. He does a great job. The women just love him. He is very good at selling things. This winter I will be demo'ing the Creative Cutter and trying to get them into the hands of local crafters. I think this is the perfect thing for John. It is an expensive tool, and he is good at pitching more expensive items.
I gotta run....
Aug. 22, 2006
On another note, when I called home last night, Paul was crying. He had been watching the new Spike Lee mini-series about Hurricane Katrina. Hurricane Katrina really did a number on Paul. He hasn't been the same since he got back. I am hoping that he is able to get some help for his psyche. He is so emotional about the ordeal and it is still very "raw" for him.
I am sitting in LC today. The day here is absolutely beautiful. The store hasn't been too busy this morning, so I am just taking some time out to write this blog.
On Sunday I went shopping with the familia for Back To School. Geez, already! William is going to be my big third grader. I am so blown away by the thought that I have a third grader! He is getting so big it is incredible. He is wearing a size 12. I just can't believe it. This year he can play football and we have asked him if he wants to. He is definitely built for football. But he is more interested in getting into the dolphin program at the aquatic center. He just loves swimming and loves the water!
Jack is going to be 5 in November. That is another brain blower. He is soooooo little! Opposite build of his big brother. He is moving up to the older age group in gymnastics already and he loves his nanny, Lynda. He is so limber and petite....I am jealous.
Both boys spend their Fridays with their Grandma and Papa during the summer, and they are spoiled to no end. They have a certain routine there and love the safety, security and unconditional love they have at their grandparents house. I am so blessed to have them in our lives. We stopped by with my mom on Sunday and chatted. My mom had picked up a special licorice she had talked to Grams about, so we dropped it off for her. I am so glad that they like each other and get along well. My family is pretty easy going that way. I hope we start our family dinners up again. It was really nice to see everyone every Sunday. I think Grams got a kick out the huge difference between John, Dianne and I. I talked to my mom the other day noting that John and Dianne are so completely different from each other. John has no traits of Dianne, and Dianne has no traits of John. I on the other hand, have a few traits of both, so it is easier for me to get along with each of them. But they clash like oil and vinegar. I will leave it to you to guess which one is which.
I have been hopping to trade shows on the weekends in Washington and Oregon. A lot of new products have been coming out and I am trying to stay on top of it all. Ordering for the stores and displaying the new products is fun, but I hate the budgeting part! I want it all!
I have been running the businesses on a cash basis only and it has been working very well for us, but I just drool over all the new stuff that comes out at the summer CHA show and it is hard to wait....
John has been working pretty much full time at the stores this summer. He does a great job. The women just love him. He is very good at selling things. This winter I will be demo'ing the Creative Cutter and trying to get them into the hands of local crafters. I think this is the perfect thing for John. It is an expensive tool, and he is good at pitching more expensive items.
I gotta run....
Aug. 22, 2006
Wow...
It has been a week since I wrote and a lot has happened.
After the birthday party last weekend I started to throw up... and blood followed. I got home ok, but spent the bulk of the night in the ER. Suspecting a Mallory Weiss tear in my esophogus, I have been put on Aciphex again. I took it for 8 weeks a couple of years ago when I had an ulcer. So hopefully it will heal and all will be well again.
William left for camp last Sunday and came home on Friday. I haven't hardly seen him at all. He stopped in McMinnville for a brief moment to give me big hugs and kisses -- he was filthy!!! But he loved every minute of camp. The big news -- he learned archery and is very excited about it.
On Wednesday Paul was laid off from his job. I knew something was up that morning from a message he left from someone else's cell phone. He walked through the house door about an hour later letting me know what happened.
This was a blessing. Paul hated his job, the suppressive bastards he worked for, and the lack of ethics and morals the President and Vice-President showed on a daily basis. He was also sick about how the homeowners were being treated and couldn't believe the shoddy construction that was actually being sold!
That afternoon I faxed off three of Paul's resumes. He had a job offer in the bank at his former employer, and two of the three companies called by the end of the day and set up interviews for Friday.
Friday he was offered two more jobs. He picked the best of three. He will work closer to home, for a small homebuilder with a small team. He will still be a manager, but actually have the ability to make a difference. He is very excited. He really liked the owner and the construction manager. I think I am going to go and meet them on Tuesday when Paul picks up his company car. Yes! He gets a company car and a company gas card. That alone is going to save us big $. I have talked to Paul about selling his truck, in exchange for an older truck -- like Donkey, who he still misses.
We see Donkey around town sometimes. Donkey is a 1994 Dodge Ram with Turbo Diesel that we got for a steal of a deal at an estate sale. It was a work horse. It only had 36,000 miles on it ... not even broken in for a diesel, but when we moved to the new house, we didn't have all the parking space that we had on Galloway. So we sold Donkey.
The flip side in the deal is the bonus program and the benefits. Our insurance is going to cost more and they don't have a bonus program like the last two builders did. But oh well. I will update on Paul's job once he breaks in and figures it all out.
Of course, my week was more than that, but Jack is on the toilet yelling for wipes. I have to jet out of here and go to a tradeshow in Vancouver. So I am out for today.
Aug. 13, 2006
After the birthday party last weekend I started to throw up... and blood followed. I got home ok, but spent the bulk of the night in the ER. Suspecting a Mallory Weiss tear in my esophogus, I have been put on Aciphex again. I took it for 8 weeks a couple of years ago when I had an ulcer. So hopefully it will heal and all will be well again.
William left for camp last Sunday and came home on Friday. I haven't hardly seen him at all. He stopped in McMinnville for a brief moment to give me big hugs and kisses -- he was filthy!!! But he loved every minute of camp. The big news -- he learned archery and is very excited about it.
On Wednesday Paul was laid off from his job. I knew something was up that morning from a message he left from someone else's cell phone. He walked through the house door about an hour later letting me know what happened.
This was a blessing. Paul hated his job, the suppressive bastards he worked for, and the lack of ethics and morals the President and Vice-President showed on a daily basis. He was also sick about how the homeowners were being treated and couldn't believe the shoddy construction that was actually being sold!
That afternoon I faxed off three of Paul's resumes. He had a job offer in the bank at his former employer, and two of the three companies called by the end of the day and set up interviews for Friday.
Friday he was offered two more jobs. He picked the best of three. He will work closer to home, for a small homebuilder with a small team. He will still be a manager, but actually have the ability to make a difference. He is very excited. He really liked the owner and the construction manager. I think I am going to go and meet them on Tuesday when Paul picks up his company car. Yes! He gets a company car and a company gas card. That alone is going to save us big $. I have talked to Paul about selling his truck, in exchange for an older truck -- like Donkey, who he still misses.
We see Donkey around town sometimes. Donkey is a 1994 Dodge Ram with Turbo Diesel that we got for a steal of a deal at an estate sale. It was a work horse. It only had 36,000 miles on it ... not even broken in for a diesel, but when we moved to the new house, we didn't have all the parking space that we had on Galloway. So we sold Donkey.
The flip side in the deal is the bonus program and the benefits. Our insurance is going to cost more and they don't have a bonus program like the last two builders did. But oh well. I will update on Paul's job once he breaks in and figures it all out.
Of course, my week was more than that, but Jack is on the toilet yelling for wipes. I have to jet out of here and go to a tradeshow in Vancouver. So I am out for today.
Aug. 13, 2006
Hypersmile
Current mood: happy
For some reason I just remembered that a nickname of mine in college was hypersmile. It was my first online name too-- Hypersmile@aol.com. I had happy face icons printed on my checks.
My boyfriend during those college years nicknamed me permagrin.
Obviously I smiled a lot. I still smile a lot, but I have learned that extended smiling can make your face hurt. It also causes wrinkles.
I try to "relax" my face more now. I take time out and actually think about not smiling. I really try to relax the muscle in between my eyebrows because I have a permanent line/crease there now. I had a very close friend of the family (she was practically a grandmother to me) that used to tape her forehead every night before she went to sleep trying to uncrease that line. Virginia would be thrilled if she were still alive to know that now she could go in and have a Botox shot every six months or so to relieve that pesky line!
I haven't really thought about having a Botox shot, but you never know. Another friend of the family went and had a Botox shot a week or so before a class reunion of hers and it practically paralyzed the entire left side of her face. I think she skipped the reunion.... It was only a temporary paralysis thank goodness, but it was highly traumatic for her, and for my mother that had to endure her wailing on the phone for quite a while.
Luckily smile lines are not as bad a smoking lines. So that is a plus as I don't smoke. But long periods of smiling can cause more lines to appear around the eyes.
Do it. Come on, do it. Smile really big. Can't you feel the cheek flesh rise up above the cheekbone and invade your eye orbits? If you get out a mirror I am sure you will notice that the cheek fat invasion causes fine lines around the outer edges of your eyes.
Again, I don't know why this just popped into my head, but oh well. Now you know. I have a tendency to smile too much. And lately it is a SEG. Since we are living in a world of acronyms, I decided to make up my own. I can do whatever I want since this is my world. So what is an SEG? That my friend is something for me to know and you to find out.
Later. And I will detail the use of a SEG. I am sure that on Monday, during my day in Lincoln City I will have to use one.
I am not going to write tomorrow because I have a full day. I drop William off in Salem to catch a bus. He is off for a week at Camp Arrah Wannah. Then Jack and I will abscond to Hillsboro to a Sponge Bob birthday party for our two-year-old Emilia.
It should be fun. And I sure I will have a day full of smiles.
Toodles.
Aug. 5, 2006
For some reason I just remembered that a nickname of mine in college was hypersmile. It was my first online name too-- Hypersmile@aol.com. I had happy face icons printed on my checks.
My boyfriend during those college years nicknamed me permagrin.
Obviously I smiled a lot. I still smile a lot, but I have learned that extended smiling can make your face hurt. It also causes wrinkles.
I try to "relax" my face more now. I take time out and actually think about not smiling. I really try to relax the muscle in between my eyebrows because I have a permanent line/crease there now. I had a very close friend of the family (she was practically a grandmother to me) that used to tape her forehead every night before she went to sleep trying to uncrease that line. Virginia would be thrilled if she were still alive to know that now she could go in and have a Botox shot every six months or so to relieve that pesky line!
I haven't really thought about having a Botox shot, but you never know. Another friend of the family went and had a Botox shot a week or so before a class reunion of hers and it practically paralyzed the entire left side of her face. I think she skipped the reunion.... It was only a temporary paralysis thank goodness, but it was highly traumatic for her, and for my mother that had to endure her wailing on the phone for quite a while.
Luckily smile lines are not as bad a smoking lines. So that is a plus as I don't smoke. But long periods of smiling can cause more lines to appear around the eyes.
Do it. Come on, do it. Smile really big. Can't you feel the cheek flesh rise up above the cheekbone and invade your eye orbits? If you get out a mirror I am sure you will notice that the cheek fat invasion causes fine lines around the outer edges of your eyes.
Again, I don't know why this just popped into my head, but oh well. Now you know. I have a tendency to smile too much. And lately it is a SEG. Since we are living in a world of acronyms, I decided to make up my own. I can do whatever I want since this is my world. So what is an SEG? That my friend is something for me to know and you to find out.
Later. And I will detail the use of a SEG. I am sure that on Monday, during my day in Lincoln City I will have to use one.
I am not going to write tomorrow because I have a full day. I drop William off in Salem to catch a bus. He is off for a week at Camp Arrah Wannah. Then Jack and I will abscond to Hillsboro to a Sponge Bob birthday party for our two-year-old Emilia.
It should be fun. And I sure I will have a day full of smiles.
Toodles.
Aug. 5, 2006
Irritation
Current mood: hyper
My foot itches like a son of a bitch right now. It is crazy. I just want to hack it off, or swat it with a sledgehammer like the Cock-a-doodie crazy nurse in Misery.
Speaking of that, back in the heyday of my college years, I was semi-infatuated with this guy who lived a couple of doors down. He actually told me that I reminded him of Kathy Bates in Misery. Now that I look back on that time of my life, I must've been really messed up for laughing that comment off and not taking a sledgehammer to his dumb ass.
A couple of nights ago I must've been sleeping with a spider. Got me 5 times on my left foot. And since I always have some sort of an allergic reaction to bites, I have been scratching and irritating those sites yesterday and probably as I slept last night, so they are oozing today. Lovely.
I also have been waking up with massively puffy eyes. I am obviously not drinking enough water during the day. And I have completely forgone any beauty routine this summer. It is time that I take this BBW to a day spa for goodness sakes.
Ummmm, what else can I write about? It is going to be terribly hot today and tomorrow. I work in Mac today, but this weekend I am working in Lincoln City, so I will get a bit of a respite from the heat.
I have Monday-Wednesday off next week. I will take the boys out on Wednesday and do something fun. Monday and Tuesday I will try to sleep in and catch up on things around the house. Who knows? Tuesday I have a massage and I am planning on getting a tattoo.
If I do go through with it, I will take a pic and post it on myspace. As long as it is in an appropriate space and all.
I told Paul that I was going to tat my labia. OF course, I was just in one of those moods. Last night I was so cranky I was trying to pick a fight, but he was having none of it. What a good boy. He just sat on the couch and kept spitting his vile Copenhagen-drenched spit into his red, white, and blue Pabst can.
Everything is going great with both the stores. Got a call last week that someone was interested in buying the Mac store. If I can sell both stores for bit of a profit, I can decided what my next endeavor will be. There is one biz that Mac really needs and I would love to do it. But we will see what the future brings.
Right now, we are debating if Paul re-ups for his Army duty. Considering the state of the world, if he re-ups we know he will be launched off to some Middle-Eastern destination for another tour. It is up to him, but he has so many points and is more than half-way through for retirement that he would get a good chunk of change every month once he hits retirement. Right now it is 60, but Congress is looking at rolling back military retirement to 55. That would kick it. Paul has 7 more years and would have 24 years of service. He would retire at 48 and get his bene's 7 years later. That would be cool.
If he does re-up he is also going to Western Culinary in Portland. We have looked into it. He gets some of his tuition paid for by the Army and he would get a small monthly living stipend. He wants to do it and the school is only 15 months. I am highly supportive of the whole thing. He should go. He has a passion for it, and if he could start his own restaurant or something he would be very happy. Of course, he would be happy just cooking for troops too.
Well, I am going to sign off. I need some caffeine and Cornerstone is calling to me.
Ciao!
July 21, 2006
My foot itches like a son of a bitch right now. It is crazy. I just want to hack it off, or swat it with a sledgehammer like the Cock-a-doodie crazy nurse in Misery.
Speaking of that, back in the heyday of my college years, I was semi-infatuated with this guy who lived a couple of doors down. He actually told me that I reminded him of Kathy Bates in Misery. Now that I look back on that time of my life, I must've been really messed up for laughing that comment off and not taking a sledgehammer to his dumb ass.
A couple of nights ago I must've been sleeping with a spider. Got me 5 times on my left foot. And since I always have some sort of an allergic reaction to bites, I have been scratching and irritating those sites yesterday and probably as I slept last night, so they are oozing today. Lovely.
I also have been waking up with massively puffy eyes. I am obviously not drinking enough water during the day. And I have completely forgone any beauty routine this summer. It is time that I take this BBW to a day spa for goodness sakes.
Ummmm, what else can I write about? It is going to be terribly hot today and tomorrow. I work in Mac today, but this weekend I am working in Lincoln City, so I will get a bit of a respite from the heat.
I have Monday-Wednesday off next week. I will take the boys out on Wednesday and do something fun. Monday and Tuesday I will try to sleep in and catch up on things around the house. Who knows? Tuesday I have a massage and I am planning on getting a tattoo.
If I do go through with it, I will take a pic and post it on myspace. As long as it is in an appropriate space and all.
I told Paul that I was going to tat my labia. OF course, I was just in one of those moods. Last night I was so cranky I was trying to pick a fight, but he was having none of it. What a good boy. He just sat on the couch and kept spitting his vile Copenhagen-drenched spit into his red, white, and blue Pabst can.
Everything is going great with both the stores. Got a call last week that someone was interested in buying the Mac store. If I can sell both stores for bit of a profit, I can decided what my next endeavor will be. There is one biz that Mac really needs and I would love to do it. But we will see what the future brings.
Right now, we are debating if Paul re-ups for his Army duty. Considering the state of the world, if he re-ups we know he will be launched off to some Middle-Eastern destination for another tour. It is up to him, but he has so many points and is more than half-way through for retirement that he would get a good chunk of change every month once he hits retirement. Right now it is 60, but Congress is looking at rolling back military retirement to 55. That would kick it. Paul has 7 more years and would have 24 years of service. He would retire at 48 and get his bene's 7 years later. That would be cool.
If he does re-up he is also going to Western Culinary in Portland. We have looked into it. He gets some of his tuition paid for by the Army and he would get a small monthly living stipend. He wants to do it and the school is only 15 months. I am highly supportive of the whole thing. He should go. He has a passion for it, and if he could start his own restaurant or something he would be very happy. Of course, he would be happy just cooking for troops too.
Well, I am going to sign off. I need some caffeine and Cornerstone is calling to me.
Ciao!
July 21, 2006
Cuddly kids
Current mood: cheerful
I am so grateful that Jack is small for his age. If he wasn't I would be going through baby withdrawals and really questioning why I got "fixed" in January. (This does happen a little anyways.)
Jack is such a small little squirt and he still loves to cuddle and snuggle and give kisses. I am so thankful for this, because I get the affection that I need in life from my children. William still loves to cuddle too, but he is so big that his entire body does not fit into my lap anymore and it takes a lot for me to pick him up and give him a big squeeze.
I know I don't want a baby, really. I don't like the baby stage for more than a week. It is a lot of work and a little sleep. I love the age of three and four. I love the age that the boys are at now. They can speak, do things for themselves, question, and be really annoying or really cute.
I am just really glad I get a lot of lovin' from my two munchkins!
June 22, 2006
I am so grateful that Jack is small for his age. If he wasn't I would be going through baby withdrawals and really questioning why I got "fixed" in January. (This does happen a little anyways.)
Jack is such a small little squirt and he still loves to cuddle and snuggle and give kisses. I am so thankful for this, because I get the affection that I need in life from my children. William still loves to cuddle too, but he is so big that his entire body does not fit into my lap anymore and it takes a lot for me to pick him up and give him a big squeeze.
I know I don't want a baby, really. I don't like the baby stage for more than a week. It is a lot of work and a little sleep. I love the age of three and four. I love the age that the boys are at now. They can speak, do things for themselves, question, and be really annoying or really cute.
I am just really glad I get a lot of lovin' from my two munchkins!
June 22, 2006
The evening in which the door was knocked upon ...
Current mood: cheerful
and I opened it to find my little boy bleeding profusely through the back of his head. Quite tramatic if it hasn't happened to any of you yet.
The kids were playing in the cul-de-sac and skipping lava rocks. How does one skip a lava rock? Apparently one jumped up and bit a piece of flesh off of Jack's little melon. Blood was down his back by the time he got to the door.
Anna Stahl was passing through the neighborhood on her bike and brought Jack to the door. I was a little panicky, but she reassured me that "heads bleed a lot." By the time we stopped the bleeding, and iced the bump, took a bath to clean up the blood, we noticed it was just a little nick in the swirl of his fine brown hair.
He is perfectly fine this morning. I have lived through another "moment" of Jack's childhood... This stuff never happened to William!!!! So the bloody broke open skull count for Jack is now at four. Only one required stitches, and the doctor did such a crappy job that next time I will give my child stitches or glue them back together again.
Happy summer.
June 22, 2006
and I opened it to find my little boy bleeding profusely through the back of his head. Quite tramatic if it hasn't happened to any of you yet.
The kids were playing in the cul-de-sac and skipping lava rocks. How does one skip a lava rock? Apparently one jumped up and bit a piece of flesh off of Jack's little melon. Blood was down his back by the time he got to the door.
Anna Stahl was passing through the neighborhood on her bike and brought Jack to the door. I was a little panicky, but she reassured me that "heads bleed a lot." By the time we stopped the bleeding, and iced the bump, took a bath to clean up the blood, we noticed it was just a little nick in the swirl of his fine brown hair.
He is perfectly fine this morning. I have lived through another "moment" of Jack's childhood... This stuff never happened to William!!!! So the bloody broke open skull count for Jack is now at four. Only one required stitches, and the doctor did such a crappy job that next time I will give my child stitches or glue them back together again.
Happy summer.
June 22, 2006
The perfect cup…
Current mood: chipper
When I was in college I wore a 36 C. This is the perfect breast size ever. It is full enough to be sexy and small enough to put the fun in functional. We all know that breasts were made for nursing, but come on. That is such a short amount of time for most of us. (I have actually witnessed the exceptions to that rule moms with 7 or 8 kids (gasp) and moms that nurse until their children were 5 (what the hell, this is not a third world country).)
Well, I must say the days of the 36 C are gone for now. I am a 38 DD and I hate it. Paul doesnt complain, what man would? However, I am ready to reduce, reuse, recycle whatever!
My friend, Sonya, a notorious movie watcher, told me the secret of breasts in your 20s vs. breasts in your 30s. Just raise your arms, she says as she waves her hands over her head. Arms up, 20s, arms down, 30s. As she repeats this over and over, while laughing about the scene from The Sweetest Thing.
Standing in front of the mirror I wave my hands over my head. Not even close to 20s. Two more inches higher and maybe. Damn. Gravity has taken over and I dread the next eye-opening experience as I watch Going Tribal. Someday, my breasts will be there too.
When I turn 35 I am going under the knife. Done deal. I will take out a second on the house to get it done, but I am having my tits lifted and decreased in volume. Cup runneth over is nice, but cup comfortably fit to the top is just fine with me. Plus, I am not running all over the SCA campgrounds in the summer with a corset making my rib cages come together ever again.
I will also pay the extra money to have the double part of my chin taken out. It is hereditary (thanks mom!) and so is the eyelid skin I wish to part with. My mother had these two procedures done when she was 40. She is in her 60s now and still looks great.
That is all I am going to share for now. Gotta go!
June 8, 2006
When I was in college I wore a 36 C. This is the perfect breast size ever. It is full enough to be sexy and small enough to put the fun in functional. We all know that breasts were made for nursing, but come on. That is such a short amount of time for most of us. (I have actually witnessed the exceptions to that rule moms with 7 or 8 kids (gasp) and moms that nurse until their children were 5 (what the hell, this is not a third world country).)
Well, I must say the days of the 36 C are gone for now. I am a 38 DD and I hate it. Paul doesnt complain, what man would? However, I am ready to reduce, reuse, recycle whatever!
My friend, Sonya, a notorious movie watcher, told me the secret of breasts in your 20s vs. breasts in your 30s. Just raise your arms, she says as she waves her hands over her head. Arms up, 20s, arms down, 30s. As she repeats this over and over, while laughing about the scene from The Sweetest Thing.
Standing in front of the mirror I wave my hands over my head. Not even close to 20s. Two more inches higher and maybe. Damn. Gravity has taken over and I dread the next eye-opening experience as I watch Going Tribal. Someday, my breasts will be there too.
When I turn 35 I am going under the knife. Done deal. I will take out a second on the house to get it done, but I am having my tits lifted and decreased in volume. Cup runneth over is nice, but cup comfortably fit to the top is just fine with me. Plus, I am not running all over the SCA campgrounds in the summer with a corset making my rib cages come together ever again.
I will also pay the extra money to have the double part of my chin taken out. It is hereditary (thanks mom!) and so is the eyelid skin I wish to part with. My mother had these two procedures done when she was 40. She is in her 60s now and still looks great.
That is all I am going to share for now. Gotta go!
June 8, 2006
Misc. stuff about a trivial life
Current mood: mellow Category: Life
It's been a couple of days since I've posted. Can it be that I have had nothing to say? I doubt that. I just haven't been in the mood to sit at the computer for a stretch of time.
Yesterday was a beautiful day and I rode my new bike downtown to the post office and to the shop. It was great. I had to rush home and trade the bike for my car though, because I had a custom scrapbook order that had to get done ASAP and supplies for the project were in my car. I haven't breathed that hard in a long time.......
I am looking forward to riding more. This morning I didn't have sore legs or a sore butt, so that is very positive. However, I did get off my bike one time each way to get up a hill. It was only about 20 feet going to the store and maybe 100 feet on the way home, but hopefully after riding a few more days, I will be able to make it the entire way. John told me I have to learn how to use my gears right since I keep the bike in the hardest gear the whole way. "Find a happy medium for the hill," he said. I will play around with it. I just enjoyed being out and about in the fresh air.
Paul set down the lay of the land yesterday when he decided we are keeping Hershey for the time being. Everyone is missing Emma and Hershey has been an incredible good dog since Emma has left. He sticks near us, hasn't broken free from his backyard in a couple of days, and no accidents have been spotted in the house since Emma left. But we still have to deal with Emma aftermath. New flooring in the front room and our bedroom for sure.
Sales at the Mac store have been great lately. I am really excited and hope that it picks up more. If we continue this trend I will make it to my goal by the end of year one. Lincoln City is doing great. Sales are down over prior year, but the month that I took over the location a competitor opened across the street, so it is expected. I think that I just have to "outwit and outlast" her to be the survivor, because I don't think she is close to my numbers. Only time will tell.
It's been a couple of days since I've posted. Can it be that I have had nothing to say? I doubt that. I just haven't been in the mood to sit at the computer for a stretch of time.
Yesterday was a beautiful day and I rode my new bike downtown to the post office and to the shop. It was great. I had to rush home and trade the bike for my car though, because I had a custom scrapbook order that had to get done ASAP and supplies for the project were in my car. I haven't breathed that hard in a long time.......
I am looking forward to riding more. This morning I didn't have sore legs or a sore butt, so that is very positive. However, I did get off my bike one time each way to get up a hill. It was only about 20 feet going to the store and maybe 100 feet on the way home, but hopefully after riding a few more days, I will be able to make it the entire way. John told me I have to learn how to use my gears right since I keep the bike in the hardest gear the whole way. "Find a happy medium for the hill," he said. I will play around with it. I just enjoyed being out and about in the fresh air.
Paul set down the lay of the land yesterday when he decided we are keeping Hershey for the time being. Everyone is missing Emma and Hershey has been an incredible good dog since Emma has left. He sticks near us, hasn't broken free from his backyard in a couple of days, and no accidents have been spotted in the house since Emma left. But we still have to deal with Emma aftermath. New flooring in the front room and our bedroom for sure.
Sales at the Mac store have been great lately. I am really excited and hope that it picks up more. If we continue this trend I will make it to my goal by the end of year one. Lincoln City is doing great. Sales are down over prior year, but the month that I took over the location a competitor opened across the street, so it is expected. I think that I just have to "outwit and outlast" her to be the survivor, because I don't think she is close to my numbers. Only time will tell.
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