Earlier this week, I posted my Summer Bucket List on Facebook, and I decided to properly post it up here so I can actually document the completion of doing these items. And of course, I’ve added a few more:
8 days ago i had a few surgeries to repair my jacked up sinus/nose and hopefully future ear issues.
quickly, for over 2 years, i’ve had chronic sinusitis, that has become antibiotic resistant, developing into double ear infections that have caused bilateral hearing loss.
mouthful of bullshit.
I still feel like ass. This morning I had the stents out and a checkup. I’m healing well, I guess. My face feels like someone beat it the hell up.
I just want to sleep, and sleep I will
But really, it’s been a long few years and I really, really really hope this works.
The following is a #truestory about my dumb self and jeans.
I started my day at 4:30 this morning. Had things to do, people to see, work to dominate.
Woke up, got out of bed, grabbed some clothes out of my closet and headed into the shower.
I specifically remember thinking “damn, these jeans aren’t comfortable” but truthfully, I didn’t really think much about it. In fact, I thought to myself “get your ass to the gym tomorrow, you heifer.”
Went to the Shelter, helped make some breakfast.
Got home, sat down in my office and started working.
Throughout the day, I kept looking down at my legs that resembled denim sausages and in between bites of whatever random food I was eating, kept thinking “jaysus, i’m fat.”
ALL DAY LONG, I sat in jeans that were making my waist weep.
Note: I don’t have a lot of jeans. I have about 5 pairs, of various washes, sizes, and whatever, and truthfully, I rarely wear them because I’m not really a jeans girl. Or maybe I just hate the way my ass looks in jeans. Whatever.
ANYWAYS… Flash forward to 7:10pm. I get off the phone with John, yet again, lamenting about the tight jeans and the special food I ate today (pb&j and ruffles for the win) and I decide it’s time to get comfy.
I peel (literally) peel off these jeans and look at the size. And I started laughing.
I shit you not, I’ve been wearing a pair of jeans that are at LEAST two sizes too small FOR 15 HOURS TODAY.
There happens to be a style of jean at old navy that I love. Not mom jeans, not hoochie jeans, and they typically fit me in the waist and are LONG. I have these magical jeans in about 3 sizes. In a sleep fog this morning, I pulled out the SMALLEST pair I own, and struggled into them.
In my defense, I do dry my jeans, so it’s not crazy that for the first hour they are more fitted than normal, but COME ON.
Who wears jeans that are 2 sizes too small all day long, while sitting at a desk?
I sit here in bed, at 9:28pm CDT in the great state of Texas, on a Friday evening. I’ve removed the makeup (that i only put on a few hours ago), I slid into some extra spectacular flannel pjs that just scream “come & get me boys” and I’m multitasking. Task 1: catching up with a friend via FB messenger. Task 2: reading random articles that have nothing to do with the digital advertising world, philanthropy, and/or dog training. Translation, in my little world, tonight is glorious.
Sure, I could be out doing something cool. You know, like going outside of my self-imposed block of 20/30/360/820.
Or not going to bed before 10pm.
But really, I’m tired.
My head is tired from working.
My body is tired from chasing George, digging in the dirt (me, not George) and remembering that it’s rather important to get off my ass and exercise.
So… I cozy into the bed and give you a few links to peruse. Maybe you will enjoy them, maybe not. Either way, I’m going to bed. Because, I’m cool like that.
So yes, food, princesses, Ramona and Beezus and well… you have seen what is going on inside this head.
Be awesome tomorrow. Just try
two bloggity blogs.
Seriously. February 20th? Sigh. I wish I could say that I’ve been jetting across the globe being incredibly awesome, but in reality, I’m just a big dork who has over-scheduled myself to the point of pain lately.
Let’s see, whats new?
I celebrated Holi instead of Easter yesterday. Yep, I went to the Hindu Temple in Irving and ate amazing foods, played with colors and made a total mess out of myself. It was a lovely lovely change of pace and I had a blast.
I reaffirm my hatred for shopping and stupid errands. On Saturday, I ran over a dozen stupid errands and I’m still somewhat persnickety about the whole lost day. The dry cleaner ruined a dress and tried to convince me that I brought it in that way. I’m sorry- but who brings in a dress that is shredded? NOT ME. I’m too lazy to make a trip for something that isn’t going to turn out well.
Last week, I found out I had a gas leak in my house. Correction, 4 gas leaks. YAY money. YAY.
Two weeks prior to that, I found out I need to have the sewer line from the house to the street replaced. YAY money.
Basically, I’ve been hemorrhaging out cash at a violent rate since the last time I blogged. I cracked the screen on my Mac, and had to have that repaired. Oh, yea, my AC is broken in my car. I wish there was such things as “Imodium” for wallets. Stop the diarrhea of cash so to speak.
Life has been good despite the money suck.
I turned 39 since we last talked. 39 is special. I wake up in the mornings and have to run my hands under hot water to get them to fully function. My left hand is really interesting- when I wake up in the morning, it’s almost formed a claw. I googled “what is arthritis”, but felt too old, so I just take some Ibuprofen and get along with my day.
I’m trying to shrink the ass- that’s an ongoing fun project, right? I had a banana and a English muffin this morning. More of less healthy? I don’t know. I did low carb for about a month, lost 19 lbs and then my stomach decided that it didn’t appreciate the new way of eating. So, now, i’m trying this 1:1:1 ratio thing with one carb, one protein, one fat… although, i’m not sure if i quite hit it with breakfast. My big goal is to get through the day without eating vast amounts of chocolate.
I’m 1/4 of the way through a furniture refinishing project. I mean, i’ve sanded down both curios, but I need help with the next phase and then I should be on my way.
George is still a little black domestic terrorist. As I type this, I hear him “doing things”. Loosely translated “doing things” means that is he eating, chewing, stealing, torturing something that does not belong to him.
Spring is finally here in the Great State of Texas. I’ve been digging the dirt for days and it’s glorious.
Ok, I’ve procrastinated work long enough. I must get onto the first day of the last week of the month, the last week of the quarter. The week that my sanity gets challenged.
I’m off to make tea, turn up the music and just make today happen.
Be awesome why don’t you?
How I love thee, let me count the ways. Ok, before I start waxing poetic about my new favorite clothing thing (LulaRoe) , let me tell you how I got to this place.
Weight, specifically mine, has been a problem for a while. Ok, truthfully, since I was a teenager, but let’s not split hairs. Over the past 6 months, I’d packed on enough pounds that most of my clothes were not fitting me in a way that I could comfortably wear out in public. Not quite worth throwing everything away and dedicating myself to a life in mumus, but close. Since, the early winter, I’d been on a constant cycle of steroids (hello 19 lbs) and then I jacked up my foot in a way that pretty much had me sitting on my butt for 2 months. Pity calories, butt sitting, and there you have it, most of my clothes were pretty uncomfortable. I needed to augment my wardrobe for the spring in clothes that would have some flexibility as I start to lose weight (and I’m already down a few) and not have to go keep running out and buying more things with every 10lbs that goes away. . Yeah, I’m that person that will wear the same stuff over and over and over.
Enter LulaRoe. So, a few months ago, one of my girlfriends invited me to a Pop-Up (Home party) with this clothes and I blew it off thinking “nothing will fit, i don’t do cutesy clothes”. EXPANDING that, I, being the snot that I am, thought “i don’t need to wear Multiples” as a practically middle-aged woman.
Internet, I was wrong. Really wrong. LulaRoe is probably one of the most comfy clothing lines that I’ve bought. And let me tell you, I’ve bought a ton of clothes in all of the years I’ve walked this earth. SURE, some of it is totally cracked out crazy prints. And yes, Stephanie, if you are reading this, I DID BUY SOME, but the quality of the cotton knits is ridiculous. The maxi skirt? It’s actually a REALLY LONG SKIRT. Being 5’9 and a half, I tend to buy “maxis” and they become “kinda long skirts.” The one I’m wearing today? PERFECTLY LONG AND GOES TO MY ANKLES. It’s comfy, of a medium weight, so that some of the lumps of me, don’t show through, and is something that I was totally ok with running around town AND working in my garden.
I should also add a caveat here. I work from home. My normal uniform involves some nasty yoga pants and either a wife beater (in the summer) or a sweatshirt (in the not summer months.) I rarely ever feel put together, and frankly don’t care.
Back to LulaRoe. So, in addition to these home Pop Ups, you can also buy the stuff on these random Facebook pages like my friend Samanthas. She uploads new inventory and you can claim it. Sizing is pretty simple XS to XXL, and the leggings come in two sizes One Size (for 2-12 i think) and then Tall & Curvy (upwards to 22). I will say this. I am a firm believer in the mantra that your butt should NEVER not be covered when wearing leggings. No one needs to see that. LulaRoe also has a ton of great shirts- the Perfect T- which is strangely the best t-shirt I’ve ever worn, fits PERFECTLY (duh) through the shoulders and chest (despite my big ole chesticals), and the Irma, sigh. The Irma is kind of like a tunic, with sleeves that come above the elbow (thank you baby Cheesus for no cap sleeves), and COVERS YOUR BUTT. I mean, my primary goal in life when it comes to clothes is two-fold (wrangle the girls, and cover the butt). The Irma lets you do just that. It comes in a plethora of colors.. I own a grey, and a white with a black stripe. In the Perfect T- i have a black, a greyish silver and a mint, because mint is MY FAVORITE COLOR TO WEAR IN THE SPRING.
Bottom line, for me, LuLaRoe just works. It’s comfortable for sitting around all day long hacking away at a million and three spreadsheets. It fits (which is nice right now), and it adds a bit of pop to an otherwise black/white and leopard print wardrobe. Again, Stephanie, don’t yell at me for the leopard. Embrace me. Love me and my affection for color.
Life is too short to be boring and wear clothes that don’t make you feel good about yourself.
Everyone needs a boost once in a while.
To learn more about this, feel free to peek over at Samanthas Facebook page HERE or come on over to my house on June 9th and try some on for yourself!