I was watching The Singing Bee last night… and I felt conflicted…
Would I rather compete on the show or be one of the dancers?
I love to karaoke… yes, cheesy, but So. Much. Fun. I love to dance. Lu-huv to dance. It’s not that I actually have to make a choice or anything…
It all just looks fun. My suppressed “Starlet” was chatting with me last night after the show. She got all emotional… saying she’s not getting any younger… what about HER 15 minutes of fame… blah, blah, blah… she even threatened Botox. I just shoved her back behind the red velvet curtain. Yeah, I’ve been workin’ out. She should be quiet for awhile. In my defense, I did give her a few slices of cucumbers for her red, tear-swollen eyes. Prima donna.
I got a new sports bra a few days ago - and it REALLY holds. It is truly a foundation garment. Every time I wear this new article of pain I think of this shirt. I suspect my new bra is made of stretchy duct tape. I would love to get the t-shirt to wear with my new chest pincer because my bosom does take on an unnatural shape. However, I do not have the nerve to sport a t-shirt drawing attention to the strange phenomenon caused by the aforementioned undergarment. So, I’ll just blog about it instead - it is so much more discreet :)
Speaking of t-shirts… I like this one too. “Move over, Skinny.” Hee. Though I am actually probably more on the small-boned side, I have always thought I lean more toward the chain of humans who have evolved from our larger-boned ancestors. True, I have been able to lose most of the baby weight acquired during my last pregnancy, yet 5 pounds remain. I am accepting the reality that the last 5 pounds have fused themselves to my skeleton. I’d actually like to lose 10 more, but then I’d have to give up chocolate, fun coffee, my occasional Chubby Hubby, social drinks… the popcorn with extra butter and m&m’s when I go to the movies all 4 or 5 times a year… ya know, basically all the joyful part of calorie consumption. I can’t be a happy “skinny” without those things! It is better to accept the “big boned” theory and feel the love of chocolate/sugar/simple carbs/salted butter coursing through my happy veins. So… Move over, Skinny… I need another cookie protein bar.
I mean, braces - for MYself.
I had a consultation with an orthodontist today… and then they made molds of my teeth… and took pictures… and gave a price *gasp* quote. They promise my smile will be PERFECT. Martha Stewart anyone?
Oh dear. Why am I going to do this? Oh yeah, so my big front tooth won’t poke someone’s eye out while passing in the grocery aisle. The consultation gal said my tooth is not actually big, it is merely an illusion since it stands at attention in front of the rest of my choppers. She didn’t put it that way, but I just did.
AND I have a narrow mouth… I am told they’ll make it rounder, so Commander Front Tooth and Under Study Front Tooth will no longer be the first ones passers-by meet when I grin… I think the doctor said, “So we will see more of your perfect teeth when you smile.” I think I may just want to get braces so I can hear these people talk about my beautiful and perfect teeth every time I go in to get my mouth wrenched into place. No pain, no brain gain!
I am dreading this. But I am looking forward to better spacing and spending less money on floss. The spaces between my teeth catch more food than a … oh forget it. Maybe the train tracks on my teeth will make me look younger… I noticed that Bella Dancerella has braces… she’s young… and has a sthlight listhp. Hmmm…
We just returned from a very fun… and very busy trip to visit family. On our return flight home, Olivia squealed in delight after a quick-check of the seat pocket in front of her…
“Oh Mom! Look! I got a goody bag!!!”
Thank goodness no “goody” was in it… oh the joys of innocence…
Cupcakes are awesome. They come in individual sizes, are easy to decorate, they make people happy, and can really make a grand centerpiece when piled high on tiered cake stands…
I consider myself a cupcake pirate (searching for my cupcake booty/bounty) when I wear my 2 plaid versions of these stylish t’s…
But why be limited to the individual-sized cup-o-fun? Why not go big… like THIS?
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