Ble-eep! Ble-eep! Ble-eep! I turn around and slam the alarm and then lay in bed thinking ... what do I want to wear today?
I don't know about anybody else, but I tend to go through six different outfits before I decide on the "right" one. Even then, I will finish putting my make up and only to realize the shirt really wasn't the one I wanted. It's because I hate my clothes, I hate my wardrobe and i hate how I look in the clothes. Let's throw in a latex allergy and the joy of picking out clothes diminishes down even further. I think it is because I don't have the perfect body everybody thinks you need to wear certain sizes.
My butt fits into a size 8 -- well, the new size 8. The old size 8's are really a size 6 and so my butt does not fit into those. My waist fits into a size 10. So when i wear something that fits around my butt, I can't exactly close the zipper and button comfortably (although, I can close the zipper and button!). The clothes are so tight that my little muffin top tummy hangs over and I really, really detest seeing the flab with tight fighting clothes. That's not me.
I also have the joy of being taller than most people who generally wear a size 8 or 10. I am the right height (5 foot, 7 inches) but my legs are much longer than "normal" people because when i buy pants, I end up with duck waders and about two inches from the bottom of the pants to the floor. My arms are long and lanky so I need to find large or extra-large shirts just to get some length in the sleeves. Of course, my boobs swim all over in these shirts because the rest of the shirt is too big.
Speaking of the female mammory glands... Age may improve cheese and whine but only plastic surgery can improve sagging boobs. Since I cannot afford form-fitting clothing that enhances my God-given attributes of long legs and long arms, I certainly cannot afford perkier, fuller, and cup-filling breasts. The sag has gotten to my body and I am embarrassed to admit that even the expensive brassieres fail to bring the lift and complete the ful"fill"ment they purport.
Ble-eep! Ble-eep! Ble-eep! Maybe I should just call in sick today with a materializing wardrobe headache.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Online Dating - Been There, Done That. Don't Recommend It.
Chewing out my kids is never a problem; I'm actually quite good at it. I'm actually quite good at chewing out my husband, too. I consider myself passionate about certain topics and when someone asks me for my opinion and viewpoint, be prepared for a biased and strong opine.
So -- a family member decided to get my viewpoint about online dating. Their assumption was because I have an ex who I met online back in 1996 that I may be sympathetic towards certain irresponsible behaviors. While I do have the "Been There, Done That" T-Shirt in a variety of colors, I do not recommend purchasing those shirts from personal experience but admire the shirts from afar as someone else wears them.
While online dating works for some, a person needs to make sure that safe actions are taken. I'm a stickler for online safety and strongly believe people should meet in public places and let someone else know where your are going, as well as checking in after you return home safely. Stupidity arises when you decide to provide your home address -- especially if you have young children living with you.
I can't control the actions of family members living in several states away. I can't even protect my children all the time when they are online no matter how much I want to. I will, however, give you my advice -- Don't compromise yourself or your child because you want a relationship that you can't handle. Don't give out your address. Don't invite this person into your home with your toddler child.
So -- a family member decided to get my viewpoint about online dating. Their assumption was because I have an ex who I met online back in 1996 that I may be sympathetic towards certain irresponsible behaviors. While I do have the "Been There, Done That" T-Shirt in a variety of colors, I do not recommend purchasing those shirts from personal experience but admire the shirts from afar as someone else wears them.
While online dating works for some, a person needs to make sure that safe actions are taken. I'm a stickler for online safety and strongly believe people should meet in public places and let someone else know where your are going, as well as checking in after you return home safely. Stupidity arises when you decide to provide your home address -- especially if you have young children living with you.
I can't control the actions of family members living in several states away. I can't even protect my children all the time when they are online no matter how much I want to. I will, however, give you my advice -- Don't compromise yourself or your child because you want a relationship that you can't handle. Don't give out your address. Don't invite this person into your home with your toddler child.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
A Nerd, A Geek, or A Stroke of Genius
Studies can go back to the early Dr. Suess book about the introduction of the Nerd and his ability to focus on making differences to improving mankind. Nerds have dark black eyeglass frames and, unkempt hair, and use the ultimate pocket protector to make sure the ink from their six different colors of pens did not spill onto their perfectly white and crisply ironed shirt – supposedly they have never heard of pen caps. Early Internet users were Nerds. They wrote coding to make sure the Internet worked and very rarely would you find a female "Nerd", at least not until the digital age became a little more prevalent and being a Nerd was actually cool.
The Geek is a lot like a Nerd but has one vast difference – a striking social ineptness that portrays the image of "I am smart, just don't ask me to explain it to YOU." Geeks are often the loners who draw more attention to themselves by their eccentric "damn the world style I am going to wear and do what I want." Napoleon Dynamite was a great geek. He knew a lot of random nothingness but when put on the spot, he really did know a lot – just not about the social aspect of dealing with others – perhaps he was actually on the autism spectrum for a social development delay.
In the early 1980s through the late 1990s Nerds and Geeks have had near synonymous meanings. The words were interchangeable; if you were a Geek you were a Nerd and vice versa. With the emergence of social networking and blogging sites where a person can post updates, receive instantaneous news updates, and share international secrets with terrorists across the world with push of a button, one has to wonder – does being a Nerd or a Geek have the same eccentric fashion style and social ineptness behaviors as the decades past or have Nerds and Geeks progressed to a new, elevated level of Stroke of Genius despite the person's lack of designer clothing and frazzled hair.
The Geek is a lot like a Nerd but has one vast difference – a striking social ineptness that portrays the image of "I am smart, just don't ask me to explain it to YOU." Geeks are often the loners who draw more attention to themselves by their eccentric "damn the world style I am going to wear and do what I want." Napoleon Dynamite was a great geek. He knew a lot of random nothingness but when put on the spot, he really did know a lot – just not about the social aspect of dealing with others – perhaps he was actually on the autism spectrum for a social development delay.
In the early 1980s through the late 1990s Nerds and Geeks have had near synonymous meanings. The words were interchangeable; if you were a Geek you were a Nerd and vice versa. With the emergence of social networking and blogging sites where a person can post updates, receive instantaneous news updates, and share international secrets with terrorists across the world with push of a button, one has to wonder – does being a Nerd or a Geek have the same eccentric fashion style and social ineptness behaviors as the decades past or have Nerds and Geeks progressed to a new, elevated level of Stroke of Genius despite the person's lack of designer clothing and frazzled hair.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Rescued
I decided I like poetry.
The Chilean mine rescue has made me realize what an amazing miracle God has shown us.
Rescued
Dark
Alone
Disconnected
Inside the Earth
Without any light
Out of sight but not forgotten
Weeks into the search
A small clue surfaced
Found but still out of reach
We gathered and waited
We watched and prayed
Below the ground, you did the same
Together we worked
A similar purpose
Today you rose and came to the surface
Connected
Together
Glow
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