Never say never. Just when you think it's over and you'll never see something again....you get a surprise. Just when you think you've missed your chance...you hear differently. Just look what I found this weekend
NKOTB
Who would have ever thought this would happen. I was so into them in junior high school. And I vividly remember many of my friends liking them just as much. Don't even think of trying to deny it. I will point fingers and tell stories if you do.
I remember when Shelley went to see them in Quebec. I was so happy for her and so totally jealous at the same time. Then there was another time that we did a presentation for french class on them. I bet the rest of the class just loved that ;)
My favourite was Joe but I had a Jordan t-shirt that I wore religiously. Shelley had the same shirt but with her favourite band member, Danny.
So, would I go to a concert if this tidbit of into is real? I'm embarassed to say that I probably would but for the nostalgia. Shelley, you'd come too, right?
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
What I Want, When I Want It
That title sums me up pretty well. When I decide I want something, I want it now. I think I've always been like that. Remember when I decided I wanted I Cricut or a digital camera? I did wait for both but it was tough.
This doesn't just apply to material things. I have a difficult time waiting for anything. If you ask me to go to out lunch, I want to go NOW. It doesn't matter to me that it's only 9:47 am. Ask me over to your house to hang out? Again, I want to go right now. Not tomorrow, not next week, not even later today. NOW.
Food also fits into this category. Why wait to eat the cake later when I could eat it right now? This very minute. I am also of the opinion that I may as well eat the entire package of cookies all at once. What's the difference if I eat them all now or span it over a few days. They are all going to my butt eventually.
Sigh... seriously. I want it all right now. Now.
Oh and for the love of all things good - can someone please can clean up those damn Cheerios?????
This doesn't just apply to material things. I have a difficult time waiting for anything. If you ask me to go to out lunch, I want to go NOW. It doesn't matter to me that it's only 9:47 am. Ask me over to your house to hang out? Again, I want to go right now. Not tomorrow, not next week, not even later today. NOW.
Food also fits into this category. Why wait to eat the cake later when I could eat it right now? This very minute. I am also of the opinion that I may as well eat the entire package of cookies all at once. What's the difference if I eat them all now or span it over a few days. They are all going to my butt eventually.
Sigh... seriously. I want it all right now. Now.
Oh and for the love of all things good - can someone please can clean up those damn Cheerios?????
Monday, January 21, 2008
Update
Monday evening and the standoff continues. Neither of us is budging on this. In all fairness, I haven't informed him that this stand off is taking place. So I guess what I really mean is that I haven't cleaned up the damn Cheerios yet.
As I was making supper, I realized there seems to be a directly co-relation between the crunch of Cheerios under my feet, the disapperance of my lips into my face, and the appearance of new wrinkles on my face.
Who doesn't love a good old fashion stand off?!?!?!
As I was making supper, I realized there seems to be a directly co-relation between the crunch of Cheerios under my feet, the disapperance of my lips into my face, and the appearance of new wrinkles on my face.
Who doesn't love a good old fashion stand off?!?!?!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Stand Off
Well, it seems the universe would be out of line if there wasn't a stand off in my household at least once every 12 months or so. If you remember last December we all went through the whole camera saga together. I wasn't victorious in the first battle but, ultimately, I won the war and consequently the camera.
Fast forward to the present day in our house. We are currently coming to the close of day 4 in the Great Cheerio Standoff of 2008. Let me take you back to Thursday evening when I had a conversation with my sweet daughter. As I was getting supper ready, I noticed there were some Cheerios spilled on the floor in front of the cupboard where the cereal is stored. I nonchalantly turned to my daughter and asked her who did it. She said her father did it. I said thanks and turned away.....leaving the cheerios on the floor. That brings us to Friday when I'm making supper. The mister strolls through the kitchen and I asked him if he spilled Cheerios on the floor. He said yes and walked to the couch and lays down. My head then exploded all over the kitchen. I mean brains on the floor and everything. I started to walk toward the living room to make my thoughts perfectly clear but I stopped. Really, why bother?
In the end, I have decided to say absolutely nothing and leave the Cheerios on the floor. It is now Sunday night and the Cheerios are still. on. the. floor. I'm trying to be strong and hold my ground. It's not easy to leave garbage on the floor but I feel I must. Today I swept the floor AROUND the Cheerios.
I was going to take a picture and post it but it's bad enough I publicly admitted that I'm letting the Cheerios rot on the kitchen floor. But, dammit, I am. I am.
Fast forward to the present day in our house. We are currently coming to the close of day 4 in the Great Cheerio Standoff of 2008. Let me take you back to Thursday evening when I had a conversation with my sweet daughter. As I was getting supper ready, I noticed there were some Cheerios spilled on the floor in front of the cupboard where the cereal is stored. I nonchalantly turned to my daughter and asked her who did it. She said her father did it. I said thanks and turned away.....leaving the cheerios on the floor. That brings us to Friday when I'm making supper. The mister strolls through the kitchen and I asked him if he spilled Cheerios on the floor. He said yes and walked to the couch and lays down. My head then exploded all over the kitchen. I mean brains on the floor and everything. I started to walk toward the living room to make my thoughts perfectly clear but I stopped. Really, why bother?
In the end, I have decided to say absolutely nothing and leave the Cheerios on the floor. It is now Sunday night and the Cheerios are still. on. the. floor. I'm trying to be strong and hold my ground. It's not easy to leave garbage on the floor but I feel I must. Today I swept the floor AROUND the Cheerios.
I was going to take a picture and post it but it's bad enough I publicly admitted that I'm letting the Cheerios rot on the kitchen floor. But, dammit, I am. I am.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Bad Day
You think you're having a bad day? Check the day my sister had yesterday....
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I feel awful for her.
http://notthefavorite.blogspot.com/
I feel awful for her.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Hi
Hi, remember me? It's okay if you don't, I've forgotten my own name a few times over the past week. It's been a bit crazy. But it won't last forever.
I was in the kitchen earlier thinking that I should right a blog. I thought that I should write about the things I love right now. But as I was thinking of those things, my mind wandered off in a completely different direction. Funny how that happens. I'm going to tell you how it all played out because, quite frankly, the journey from one thought to another amazes me.
Like I said, I was thinking of things I love. At the same time, I was eating Golden Grahams cereal. For the record, I love Golden Graham. I'm sure there is very little nutritional value in them but, whatever, they' re good. Next I started humming the song Me Love by Sean Kingston and thought that I should add it to my list of things I love. So then I started thinking about why I love it. I love the raggae beat of the song because it reminds me of Jamaica. Then I remembered JJ listening to my MP3 player last night and telling me that she loved that song. That made me smile and I started singing out loud.
I started singing the song from the beginning which instantly reminded my of my cousin, Jan. Jan, if you haven't heard this song go find it. You'll know exactly what I mean. The beginning of the song takes me directly back to Lake George where we spent a weekend learning to water ski. Of course at this point I'm leaning on the counter laughing because of the water skiing incident when Jan didn't let go of the rope when she fell. Let me just say that a water induced Atomic Wedgie can reduce a 15 year old girl to tears.
I soon started laughing harder because I thought of Jan calling me the other night at 11 pm. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello?
Jan: hesitation and then she says Sarah? oh my gosh I'm sorry. I was trying to call GV ( her hubby)
Me: Ha!Ha! That's really funny.
Jan: I was wondering why you were answering his phone then I realized I dialed the wrong number.
Jan: I do that all the time but only to you.
Side note - it's true she does it all the time and it's freaking hilarious. It cracks me up every time.
Me: It's okay, I was only sleeping.
This is followed by both of us laughing really hard for a good 5 minutes.
Me: Okay, I'm going to sleep now
and we hung up.
The next thought after that was about how I convinced Jan to throw away her sister's favourite shirt after she "borrowed" it without asking. Sorry Tracy we were young and stupid.
Then I started thinking about Stephanie's wedding and how much fun it will be to have family function and that I will totally need a new dress.
And that is how I went from thinking I love Golden Grahams to needing a new dress.
I was in the kitchen earlier thinking that I should right a blog. I thought that I should write about the things I love right now. But as I was thinking of those things, my mind wandered off in a completely different direction. Funny how that happens. I'm going to tell you how it all played out because, quite frankly, the journey from one thought to another amazes me.
Like I said, I was thinking of things I love. At the same time, I was eating Golden Grahams cereal. For the record, I love Golden Graham. I'm sure there is very little nutritional value in them but, whatever, they' re good. Next I started humming the song Me Love by Sean Kingston and thought that I should add it to my list of things I love. So then I started thinking about why I love it. I love the raggae beat of the song because it reminds me of Jamaica. Then I remembered JJ listening to my MP3 player last night and telling me that she loved that song. That made me smile and I started singing out loud.
I started singing the song from the beginning which instantly reminded my of my cousin, Jan. Jan, if you haven't heard this song go find it. You'll know exactly what I mean. The beginning of the song takes me directly back to Lake George where we spent a weekend learning to water ski. Of course at this point I'm leaning on the counter laughing because of the water skiing incident when Jan didn't let go of the rope when she fell. Let me just say that a water induced Atomic Wedgie can reduce a 15 year old girl to tears.
I soon started laughing harder because I thought of Jan calling me the other night at 11 pm. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello?
Jan: hesitation and then she says Sarah? oh my gosh I'm sorry. I was trying to call GV ( her hubby)
Me: Ha!Ha! That's really funny.
Jan: I was wondering why you were answering his phone then I realized I dialed the wrong number.
Jan: I do that all the time but only to you.
Side note - it's true she does it all the time and it's freaking hilarious. It cracks me up every time.
Me: It's okay, I was only sleeping.
This is followed by both of us laughing really hard for a good 5 minutes.
Me: Okay, I'm going to sleep now
and we hung up.
The next thought after that was about how I convinced Jan to throw away her sister's favourite shirt after she "borrowed" it without asking. Sorry Tracy we were young and stupid.
Then I started thinking about Stephanie's wedding and how much fun it will be to have family function and that I will totally need a new dress.
And that is how I went from thinking I love Golden Grahams to needing a new dress.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Not Really Blonde
There is a man at work who continually teases me by asking me if I color my hair. He says I must color my hair brown because he's convinced that I'm blonde. I have a tendency to say dumb things on a semi-regular basis. But surprise, surprise, I'm not really that dumb.
I've written posts on how I notice things that other people don't...blah, blah, blah. I may make air-headed comments but I definitely notice what is going on around me. I'm also terrible or really good, depending on how you want to look at it, for giving people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes that comes back to screw me over but I'd rather have that from time to time than be a bitter, suspicious person all the time. Having said that, I do have my moments when I refuse to give people the benefit of the doubt. But it usually takes repeated incidents for me to get to that point and I usually get over. Hellooooo....how many times have I boycotted Walmart. I always go back because Walmart I could never stay mad at you.
I hate confrontation of any sort. If you hurt my feelings or upset me, chances are I will never say anything about it. It's not that I don't notice that you're screwing me or boycotting me. I notice....I just choose not to say anything. I figure it'll blow over. And if not? Whatever, I guess it wasn't meant to be. I'm off to a meeting in about 2 minutes that I have to lead and it will likely be a bit testy. This is not my comfort zone but I'll deal. Some people might be upset with me in the end but...whatever.
I'm cool with the fact that people think this stuff goes over my head. I notice and I keep track. I'll have the last laugh. I'll probably be your boss some day or own your subdivision.
I've written posts on how I notice things that other people don't...blah, blah, blah. I may make air-headed comments but I definitely notice what is going on around me. I'm also terrible or really good, depending on how you want to look at it, for giving people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes that comes back to screw me over but I'd rather have that from time to time than be a bitter, suspicious person all the time. Having said that, I do have my moments when I refuse to give people the benefit of the doubt. But it usually takes repeated incidents for me to get to that point and I usually get over. Hellooooo....how many times have I boycotted Walmart. I always go back because Walmart I could never stay mad at you.
I hate confrontation of any sort. If you hurt my feelings or upset me, chances are I will never say anything about it. It's not that I don't notice that you're screwing me or boycotting me. I notice....I just choose not to say anything. I figure it'll blow over. And if not? Whatever, I guess it wasn't meant to be. I'm off to a meeting in about 2 minutes that I have to lead and it will likely be a bit testy. This is not my comfort zone but I'll deal. Some people might be upset with me in the end but...whatever.
I'm cool with the fact that people think this stuff goes over my head. I notice and I keep track. I'll have the last laugh. I'll probably be your boss some day or own your subdivision.
Friday, January 04, 2008
A Space
Welcome to probably the most shallow post I've written to date. Yup, let this serve as your warning that you may want to hit that little red "X" in the corner now.
I was just in the washroom and as I was washing my hands I was checking myself out in the mirror. Whatever....you all do it to. I noticed that for the first time in my life there is a space between my thighs when I stand naturally. Only 2 years ago, my jeans always wore out in the inner thigh area first because my legs rubbed.
And there you have it...a very shallow blog. I don't think I can beat this one in the shallow department this year. But never say never. Clearly I can be very shallow.
This blog is brought to you by the word shallow...today's word of the day.
I was just in the washroom and as I was washing my hands I was checking myself out in the mirror. Whatever....you all do it to. I noticed that for the first time in my life there is a space between my thighs when I stand naturally. Only 2 years ago, my jeans always wore out in the inner thigh area first because my legs rubbed.
And there you have it...a very shallow blog. I don't think I can beat this one in the shallow department this year. But never say never. Clearly I can be very shallow.
This blog is brought to you by the word shallow...today's word of the day.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Frank's
On New Year's Day we took JJ to Frank's Finer Diner for lunch. She is constantly asking to go there and to El Burrito Loco. She thinks El Burrito Loco is Belle's castle. Anyway, it wasn't open so we went to Frank's. JJ was certainly "on" at Frank's that day. So much so that I started writing stuff down on my place mat so I would remember. Here are a few gems:
* "Mommy, that girls is wearing roller skates. Why is she wearing roller skates?" Me - "I'm not sure JJ ask her." JJ to the girl "Why are you wearing roller skates?" Girl - "I don't really know." When she came back later, JJ stops her and says "I know why you're wearing those...to go faster."
* "Momma, where does bacon come from?" I thought about this for 2 seconds and told her the truth "It comes from pigs." JJ - "For real?!?!" Then I offer her piece of bacon. She looks at it and says "Can I have a piece without ketchup on it? That's my girl.
* "Mommy, where does hamburger come from?" Me - "From cows." JJ- "For real?"
* JJ leaning over to me - "Give me a hug you big furball!"
Before we left Frank's JJ informed me, and half the restaurant, that she had to poop. So off to the washroom we go. We got in there, she sat, and peed. But before she had a chance to finish, the self-flushing toilet flushed. Well, the child got a terrified look on her face, screamed, and jumped of the flush. Holy crap it was THE funniest thing I have ever seen. I will be taking to her therapy next week because I'm sure she is traumatized by the fact that in her moment of need her mother could do nothing but pat her on the head. I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my fact and couldn't even talk.
* "Mommy, that girls is wearing roller skates. Why is she wearing roller skates?" Me - "I'm not sure JJ ask her." JJ to the girl "Why are you wearing roller skates?" Girl - "I don't really know." When she came back later, JJ stops her and says "I know why you're wearing those...to go faster."
* "Momma, where does bacon come from?" I thought about this for 2 seconds and told her the truth "It comes from pigs." JJ - "For real?!?!" Then I offer her piece of bacon. She looks at it and says "Can I have a piece without ketchup on it? That's my girl.
* "Mommy, where does hamburger come from?" Me - "From cows." JJ- "For real?"
* JJ leaning over to me - "Give me a hug you big furball!"
Before we left Frank's JJ informed me, and half the restaurant, that she had to poop. So off to the washroom we go. We got in there, she sat, and peed. But before she had a chance to finish, the self-flushing toilet flushed. Well, the child got a terrified look on her face, screamed, and jumped of the flush. Holy crap it was THE funniest thing I have ever seen. I will be taking to her therapy next week because I'm sure she is traumatized by the fact that in her moment of need her mother could do nothing but pat her on the head. I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my fact and couldn't even talk.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Crunchy Edge
I love the crunchy outer edge of homemade brownies. I will search through the plate of them until I find a corner piece becaue it has 2 outer edges. None of those pansy centre pieces for me. I'm an outside girl all the way.
I do not like icing on my brownies. I do not bake brownies. JJ and my mom made them today when JJ was there for the snow days. Mmmm....brownies.
I do not like icing on my brownies. I do not bake brownies. JJ and my mom made them today when JJ was there for the snow days. Mmmm....brownies.
New Year
I had a blog all planned for today and I'm going to write it later because it is really funny. I'm sitting here at work, and for the record I'm soooo freaking happy to be here. I really mean that but fair warning if anyone calls me Mom, Momma, or Mommy it could get violent. I love my daughter dearly but hearing her call me name relentlessly for 12 hours straight for the last 10 days has worn me down.
So back to my thought. I received an message this morning from a friend saying she has been reading my blog over the last few days. Hi Stacey, nice to have you! It made me want to go back and read entries from the last year. Just for kicks I went to January 1, 2007. I was reading through and the following line caught my eye. A year and 1 day ago I wrote "My theory is that you should just jump on for the ride and take it for what it is. Otherwise, you may miss out on something really good."
Reading that line, I believe it more than ever. When I wrote that line last year, I was talking about friendships. This is I'm applying to life in general. I'm jumping on to see where it takes me and I think it's going to be good.
So back to my thought. I received an message this morning from a friend saying she has been reading my blog over the last few days. Hi Stacey, nice to have you! It made me want to go back and read entries from the last year. Just for kicks I went to January 1, 2007. I was reading through and the following line caught my eye. A year and 1 day ago I wrote "My theory is that you should just jump on for the ride and take it for what it is. Otherwise, you may miss out on something really good."
Reading that line, I believe it more than ever. When I wrote that line last year, I was talking about friendships. This is I'm applying to life in general. I'm jumping on to see where it takes me and I think it's going to be good.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Final Edition
Last but certainly not least. Nicole C didn't make these herself but she know my style. This would be what I would pick out for myself. After all, red is my favourite colour. They are sassy, classy, and exotic all in one. Just pluck them off the card, stick them on and your in business. I don't have much to say about these because I think the photos speaks for itself. Besides, the have tassles...heelllooooo....enough said.
Thanks girls! I'm now properly outfitted. Just remember what I said about ruffles and fishnets for next year.
Kisses,
P
This set is a Holle P original. The are very creative and well made. You probably can't see but they are adhered to band aids so I can easily adhere them to me! They also came with advice, she said to remember that it's better the tear band aids of quickly.I will save this set for July 4th. I'm not American but I will honour the USA by wearing pasties for them on July 4th. Thoughtful of me, huh?
Part II
Jeanette is the creative genius behind these beauties. To me the scream fun, flirty and mid summer night's dream. The butterflies are attached to orange cones, very Madonna -esque, with wire. Now I noticed that the wire is long and I'm not sure if Jay did that on purpose with the intent that I would wire them to myself or what. If that is the case, she things I'm generously endowed than I am. It's gonna be tough to wire to butterflies to mosquitos bites.
Secret Santa
I know Secret Santa was last week but I've been ill. I was one of the frist to leave the party and that was the start of me being sick. I've been in and out of bed since then. My throat hurt, my head hurt, I coughed and it was all around gross. I think I'm allergic to our Christmas tree but we got rid of it yesterday so hopefully I'll feel better now.
Okay back to Secret Santa. It was fun as it always is. Tina, thank you so much - you did a great job again! Tina was my secret santa last year too. Jeanette, thank you for having us all over and for the treats you sent home with me!
Every year there are some gag gifts handed out. Jeanette and I were the recipients this year. Oddly, I didn't see any photos of Jay's super pretty bathing caps. I was the lucky receiver of homemade pasties. And here they are:
Okay back to Secret Santa. It was fun as it always is. Tina, thank you so much - you did a great job again! Tina was my secret santa last year too. Jeanette, thank you for having us all over and for the treats you sent home with me!
Every year there are some gag gifts handed out. Jeanette and I were the recipients this year. Oddly, I didn't see any photos of Jay's super pretty bathing caps. I was the lucky receiver of homemade pasties. And here they are:
This set was lovingly hand-crafted by Jenn and Amy. They are made from fruit roll-ups and tree ornaments. They are not only beautiful and sophisticated. They are practical too. If I get hungry and take then off, snack on them and then use the strings on them to loop them around my ears for long dangly stylish earrings. The are edible multi-use pasties for the girl on the go.
I've just decided to put each set in their own post.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Something is Missing
It's 9 pm on Christmas Eve - the littlest princess is asleep wearing her jammies left for her by Santa's elves. She was up at 6 am today so she went to sleep easily at 7:15 pm. I'm just finishing wrapping a few items, I've already filled the stockings, tracked down a missing bag and I'm working on my second rum and coke. But something is missing. A few things actually.
I miss the people I love. Everyone is here in the city but I'm not with most of them. Yes, I have my little family here but I'm used to a big family get together on Christmas Eve. We can't really do that anymore because we all have children and they need to go to bed. It's been a few years since we've had our Christmas Eve party. It was always at my parent's house with my cousins and aunts and uncles. My dad always served his meat pie and a million other things too. But we were all there for the meat pie and a few drinks. In the last few years we did an afternoon thing on the weekend before Christmas but now that has even fallen to the wayside.
Janet, Tracy, Jenn - If you're reading this, I really miss you guys tonight.
I miss the people I love. Everyone is here in the city but I'm not with most of them. Yes, I have my little family here but I'm used to a big family get together on Christmas Eve. We can't really do that anymore because we all have children and they need to go to bed. It's been a few years since we've had our Christmas Eve party. It was always at my parent's house with my cousins and aunts and uncles. My dad always served his meat pie and a million other things too. But we were all there for the meat pie and a few drinks. In the last few years we did an afternoon thing on the weekend before Christmas but now that has even fallen to the wayside.
Janet, Tracy, Jenn - If you're reading this, I really miss you guys tonight.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Christmas Cheer
From what I've been hearing, many people are having trouble getting into the Christmas Spirit this year. I know I'm at the top of that list this year. It's not secret that I'm not a huge fan of the Christmas break but this year seems to take the cake. Usually I dread things but I can manage to get into at least a week before Christmas. I'm still waiting and it's not looking good.
Even shopping this year was a chore this year. I normally love buying gifts for people. I can't even tell you how many fruitless trips I made the the mall this year. I just finished shopping yesterday. That is the lastest I've ever left shopping. I have piles of stuff to wrap downstairs and I would rather stab myself in the eyeball with a hot poker than go wrap anything.
I'm trying to be outwardly excited for JJ. But the truth is, I'd rather go to bed until this crap is all done and over with. I'd rather be at work next week than have to drag my sorry ass around to visit people.
My plan is to take JJ skating, sliding, play with the stuff Santa brings her, bake cookies (don't laugh...its the activity that counts not the charred remains of what were supposed to be cookies) and have play dates to keep me busy.
I guess it's only Saturday and I still have time to come around. Maybe Santa will sends some elves to force some Christmas Spirit into me. Nothing says Merry Christmas like a good old fashioned ass kicking from short men in tights.
Even shopping this year was a chore this year. I normally love buying gifts for people. I can't even tell you how many fruitless trips I made the the mall this year. I just finished shopping yesterday. That is the lastest I've ever left shopping. I have piles of stuff to wrap downstairs and I would rather stab myself in the eyeball with a hot poker than go wrap anything.
I'm trying to be outwardly excited for JJ. But the truth is, I'd rather go to bed until this crap is all done and over with. I'd rather be at work next week than have to drag my sorry ass around to visit people.
My plan is to take JJ skating, sliding, play with the stuff Santa brings her, bake cookies (don't laugh...its the activity that counts not the charred remains of what were supposed to be cookies) and have play dates to keep me busy.
I guess it's only Saturday and I still have time to come around. Maybe Santa will sends some elves to force some Christmas Spirit into me. Nothing says Merry Christmas like a good old fashioned ass kicking from short men in tights.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Muffins Tops
Do you like muffin tops? I don't but I have one. As I was writing this, I had a conversation with someone about what the term muffin top could mean. I was going to explain what is was but it didn't occur the me that there are so many possibilities. The muffin top I'm talking about is that lovely bundle of fat that spill out over the top of my pants. HOT.
I'm not a big girl at all but I'm not exactly toned and fit. I'm never going to be and I'm fine with that. Being toned and fit would require effort and quite frankly I'm not willing to put forth the effort. I can still "suck it in" so I'll stay on that path as long as I can.
Jen and I were comparing our muffin tops and lunch time over some very unhealthy shepherd's pie. We are both showing our muffin tops of nicely today. The glow of Jen's muffin top can be seen through her slightly sheer blouse today while mine is nicely accented by my snug, form- fitting sweater. Both muffin tops are prime examples of what a muffin top should be.
So far we only have them in the front. If mine extends to the back, I will have to address it in a very passive aggressive manner. Muffin top in the front fine. Muffin top in the back icky....but I'll tell it nicely.
So anyone wanna rub my muffin top for luck? C'mon...I'll let you do it.
I'm not a big girl at all but I'm not exactly toned and fit. I'm never going to be and I'm fine with that. Being toned and fit would require effort and quite frankly I'm not willing to put forth the effort. I can still "suck it in" so I'll stay on that path as long as I can.
Jen and I were comparing our muffin tops and lunch time over some very unhealthy shepherd's pie. We are both showing our muffin tops of nicely today. The glow of Jen's muffin top can be seen through her slightly sheer blouse today while mine is nicely accented by my snug, form- fitting sweater. Both muffin tops are prime examples of what a muffin top should be.
So far we only have them in the front. If mine extends to the back, I will have to address it in a very passive aggressive manner. Muffin top in the front fine. Muffin top in the back icky....but I'll tell it nicely.
So anyone wanna rub my muffin top for luck? C'mon...I'll let you do it.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Shovelling Skirt
I have a skirt that from here on out will known as my Shovelling Skirt. I really think everyone woman should have one. What exactly is a Shovelling Skirt you ask? Well, it is a very practical piece of clothing one wears to shovel the driveway in -20 degree weather. Let me set this all up for you.
Yesterday morning I was all dressed in a skirt and high heel boots and walking out of the bedroom at 7:20. Mr Princess, who was staying home from work due to not sleeping at all the night before and a cold he'd had for a few days, informs me that I would have to shovel the driveway before I leave.
I looked at my clothing and said "I'll drive through it".
He said "There is alot of snow and you won't be able." He had already been up out of bed to get JJ dressed and fed, let the dog out, and call in sick.
I said "I'm wearing a skirt, the snow will be heavy and I only have 10 minutes. Can you help me?"
He said "I'm wearing shorts and I'm beat from snowblowing the driveway twice in 12 hours on Sunday and Monday."
I said nothing and I walke outfiguring that I was then giving off so much steam that the snow would melt if I stood next to it.
As I'm putting on my coat, he comes down and does the same. I say "I can handle it, I don't want your help. Leave me alone."
He continues to put his outdoor stuff on. So I repeat myself and he says "Sarah, that's not very nice." I say nothing but I'm thinking that it's a nicer than me putting the shovel up your ass!
So I put my coat on and head outside to shovel. The snow was in huge chunks at the end of the driveway and it was heavy. I'm standing on boulders in my sexy Shovelling Skirt breaking up snow boulders with a shovel and the mister comes out and helps. I cleared enough to get the car out and then went inside to get JJ and leave.
As she and I are in the car backing out of the driveway, the mister is walking up the driveway to the garage. JJ says "Watch out, don't run over Daddy." I said "I won't, that would be far to obvious today."
And that is how I came to own a Shovelling Skirt. I feel this is also good time to mention that I'm actively seeking a Sugar Daddy to finance an extended trip to someplace warm and tropical for myself and a few friends. If you know any SDs who may be interested please send them my way.
Yesterday morning I was all dressed in a skirt and high heel boots and walking out of the bedroom at 7:20. Mr Princess, who was staying home from work due to not sleeping at all the night before and a cold he'd had for a few days, informs me that I would have to shovel the driveway before I leave.
I looked at my clothing and said "I'll drive through it".
He said "There is alot of snow and you won't be able." He had already been up out of bed to get JJ dressed and fed, let the dog out, and call in sick.
I said "I'm wearing a skirt, the snow will be heavy and I only have 10 minutes. Can you help me?"
He said "I'm wearing shorts and I'm beat from snowblowing the driveway twice in 12 hours on Sunday and Monday."
I said nothing and I walke outfiguring that I was then giving off so much steam that the snow would melt if I stood next to it.
As I'm putting on my coat, he comes down and does the same. I say "I can handle it, I don't want your help. Leave me alone."
He continues to put his outdoor stuff on. So I repeat myself and he says "Sarah, that's not very nice." I say nothing but I'm thinking that it's a nicer than me putting the shovel up your ass!
So I put my coat on and head outside to shovel. The snow was in huge chunks at the end of the driveway and it was heavy. I'm standing on boulders in my sexy Shovelling Skirt breaking up snow boulders with a shovel and the mister comes out and helps. I cleared enough to get the car out and then went inside to get JJ and leave.
As she and I are in the car backing out of the driveway, the mister is walking up the driveway to the garage. JJ says "Watch out, don't run over Daddy." I said "I won't, that would be far to obvious today."
And that is how I came to own a Shovelling Skirt. I feel this is also good time to mention that I'm actively seeking a Sugar Daddy to finance an extended trip to someplace warm and tropical for myself and a few friends. If you know any SDs who may be interested please send them my way.
Friday, December 14, 2007
I'm In Love
Yes it's true. I've found a new hair stylist and I love him. After a long search, I decided to try out Justin Fudge at Sue Lawrence. He was recommended by my friend, Nina, who also has curly hair.
I really like my hair but I also really liked Justin. He was totally personable and friendly from the get go. I explained to him that I was looking for someone who was willing to work with my hair curly and NOT try to straighten it at every appt. He looked at me and said "If you don't wan to bother using a straightening iron on it than neither do I!" I smiled and we were on our way. I pointed out a few problematic areas with my hair. Instead of acting like I was a total door-knob like my last stylist, he told me why those issues happen and how he was going to correct it. Sigh...he's awesome.
I have to colour my hair because I'm probably 35% grey now. I don't like coloring it myself because it's so messy and the drug store stuff doesn't cover the grey as well. However, I do it occasionally if I have to. The last time I was in to see my former stylist she snottily (I know that is not a word) said "I see you use drug store color". Whatever, its a freaking 8 week wait to see her. Blah, Blah. So I told Justin up front that I used drug store color and he said "It doesn't look bad at all" What a guy. Then I told him that I prefer to have it done. I also told him I'd like to have red streaks but I don't think I'm hip enough to pull it off. He said we would make it work AND told me I should grow my hair a bit longer. True Love.
We talked about all kinds of things and he told me all about his love life. I helped him justify a few things, because we all know I'm good at that, and he said " I like you!"
I left thinking that Justin and I will be together for a long time. I love my hair and I'm pretty sure Justin just brought my Sexyback! How corny was that?!?! I couldn't resist.
I really like my hair but I also really liked Justin. He was totally personable and friendly from the get go. I explained to him that I was looking for someone who was willing to work with my hair curly and NOT try to straighten it at every appt. He looked at me and said "If you don't wan to bother using a straightening iron on it than neither do I!" I smiled and we were on our way. I pointed out a few problematic areas with my hair. Instead of acting like I was a total door-knob like my last stylist, he told me why those issues happen and how he was going to correct it. Sigh...he's awesome.
I have to colour my hair because I'm probably 35% grey now. I don't like coloring it myself because it's so messy and the drug store stuff doesn't cover the grey as well. However, I do it occasionally if I have to. The last time I was in to see my former stylist she snottily (I know that is not a word) said "I see you use drug store color". Whatever, its a freaking 8 week wait to see her. Blah, Blah. So I told Justin up front that I used drug store color and he said "It doesn't look bad at all" What a guy. Then I told him that I prefer to have it done. I also told him I'd like to have red streaks but I don't think I'm hip enough to pull it off. He said we would make it work AND told me I should grow my hair a bit longer. True Love.
We talked about all kinds of things and he told me all about his love life. I helped him justify a few things, because we all know I'm good at that, and he said " I like you!"
I left thinking that Justin and I will be together for a long time. I love my hair and I'm pretty sure Justin just brought my Sexyback! How corny was that?!?! I couldn't resist.
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