Past brides have told me that no matter what I do to make sure the day goes exactly as planned and perfect in every detail, that it was not possible. I didn't believe them to be honest. I thought, "oh, you guys just didn't plan right!"
Rev. Mary will be going into surgery this week, an outpatient procedure since she said if it's done early this week that she'll be able to perform our ceremony as planned. If not, then she will be sending a replacement officiant...another Rev. Mary. I got very upset at first and started making rude comments about Rev. Mary 1. Then I got my head back and decided I was not going to get this bother me.
Our centerpieces died. We had originally picked up some Rosemary topiary. Rosemary is a traditional wedding element back in the old days, so I thought it would be nice to incorporate it as a centerpiece. We bought them three weeks ago. They got watered too much and began dying. My mother and I found an alternate plant (Eugenia) which is very nice and a lot less trouble to take care of.
The weather is supposed to be in the high 60's, and sunny. We were expecting in the mid 70's and partly sunny. There isn't much I can do about the weather, but we had hoped that Chicago would continue to receive good weather consider the past two weekends. Of course this past weekend, it even snowed! Not going to lose sleep over it.
I'm not sure if I should feel lucky that I've only experienced the scenarios above so far. I mean, it could have been much worse, right? Right. That's what I keep telling myself.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Electric Facial
My face is peeling. I had a facial Saturday morning. I got an enzyme exfoliation, cucumber mask, black heads squeezed out (yes, all 200 of them!) and got my pimples zapped with electricity (don't worry, very mild procedure).
So now my face is peeling. I think it's trying to get rid of the layer of skin that was handled Saturday. Thank goodness I did the facial a week before the big day, otherwise, I would have had flaky peeling skin on my wedding day! Gads.
Alex would have married me anyway, right? Hehehehe!
So now my face is peeling. I think it's trying to get rid of the layer of skin that was handled Saturday. Thank goodness I did the facial a week before the big day, otherwise, I would have had flaky peeling skin on my wedding day! Gads.
Alex would have married me anyway, right? Hehehehe!
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
The Ugly Crying Truth
Alex was a mess when he started writing his vows about a month and a half ago. He went back and forth with different lines, sentiments and the likes, during which, he teared on more than a few ocassions.
He's a sap, a hopeless romantic...he embraces love and everything that comes with it. His capacity for such things are endless. I guess you can say, he is emotionally aware. I love this about Alex.
I on the other hand, am a different story. I'm more of a realist if such a thing exists (reality is relative). Sappy, mushy, fluffy things make me uncomfortable as it brings a certain sense of hoakiness (sp?) to it all, like it's too over the top, forced, unnatural, eerie and soap opera-ish.
I finished the first draft of my vows weeks ago. I did not struggle to hold back the tears while I wrote it. I focused on making every line, every word, every meaning factual and concise. It is very important for me that the moment is honest, and captures my thoughts accurately.
Last night, as Alex and I discussed our wedding favors, a strange sensation took over me. I heard his voice speaking, but I couldn't make out the sound. I saw his lips moving, but I could not read them. I was just looking over at him and thought, "My God! I'm going to marry him next week! We are getting married next Friday. We are really making this official".
A lump the size of a grapefruit welled up in my throat. How strange. My eyes felt full. My lips curved in a great big smile. I started to laugh and cry at the same time. Alex started laughing too. I wanted to resist, to fight the urge....then I realized it was no use. Alex hugged me...and assured me it is okay to be emotional. it's not a bad thing.
I WILL be that bride (despite my resistence) turned into a sobbing, sappy mush of a human being in front of family and friends. I'll probably gag, and try to catch my breath, kind of the way kids do when they have been crying hard and can't catch their breath. I'll probably do the ugly cry because I will be trying NOT to cry. Gads.
He's a sap, a hopeless romantic...he embraces love and everything that comes with it. His capacity for such things are endless. I guess you can say, he is emotionally aware. I love this about Alex.
I on the other hand, am a different story. I'm more of a realist if such a thing exists (reality is relative). Sappy, mushy, fluffy things make me uncomfortable as it brings a certain sense of hoakiness (sp?) to it all, like it's too over the top, forced, unnatural, eerie and soap opera-ish.
I finished the first draft of my vows weeks ago. I did not struggle to hold back the tears while I wrote it. I focused on making every line, every word, every meaning factual and concise. It is very important for me that the moment is honest, and captures my thoughts accurately.
Last night, as Alex and I discussed our wedding favors, a strange sensation took over me. I heard his voice speaking, but I couldn't make out the sound. I saw his lips moving, but I could not read them. I was just looking over at him and thought, "My God! I'm going to marry him next week! We are getting married next Friday. We are really making this official".
A lump the size of a grapefruit welled up in my throat. How strange. My eyes felt full. My lips curved in a great big smile. I started to laugh and cry at the same time. Alex started laughing too. I wanted to resist, to fight the urge....then I realized it was no use. Alex hugged me...and assured me it is okay to be emotional. it's not a bad thing.
I WILL be that bride (despite my resistence) turned into a sobbing, sappy mush of a human being in front of family and friends. I'll probably gag, and try to catch my breath, kind of the way kids do when they have been crying hard and can't catch their breath. I'll probably do the ugly cry because I will be trying NOT to cry. Gads.
Tasks
We've knocked off two more items from our 'to do' list.
We picked up the materials we need to create our wedding program and the material to create the wedding favor holders (cones).
Alex is dropping off the vases at the florist today. Full payment for their services will be made Friday afternoon.
MomMoms arrives on Sunday, but we will not see her till Monday night. So we need to make sure our 'to dos' are done over the weekend as I have a feeling next week should just be reserved for relaxing and just letting the event soak in.
I hope all goes well.
We picked up the materials we need to create our wedding program and the material to create the wedding favor holders (cones).
Alex is dropping off the vases at the florist today. Full payment for their services will be made Friday afternoon.
MomMoms arrives on Sunday, but we will not see her till Monday night. So we need to make sure our 'to dos' are done over the weekend as I have a feeling next week should just be reserved for relaxing and just letting the event soak in.
I hope all goes well.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Happily Fitted
I'm not as discusting as I thought I'd be at this weight (no, I'm not going to publish how much I weigh...its on a need to know basis), or I'm finally picking up on the notion that when I buy things that are the right size, the clothing, and the person wearing it looks so much better! I look more like me.
The alterations will be done by Friday/Saturday, so I go back and try it on. My mother will be coming with me. I think she talked the alterations lady into making me a shawl too. Argh.
We changed the position of the straps, shortened the waist, and the hem just up front. Once all the pins were in place, the dress and me looked 60% better.
Well, one thing off the 'to do' list.
The alterations will be done by Friday/Saturday, so I go back and try it on. My mother will be coming with me. I think she talked the alterations lady into making me a shawl too. Argh.
We changed the position of the straps, shortened the waist, and the hem just up front. Once all the pins were in place, the dress and me looked 60% better.
Well, one thing off the 'to do' list.
Monday, April 18, 2005
12 Days Away
12 days till the big day.
Had a slumber party with the girls on Saturday. What great fun it was! And we ate so much. There is still left over cake in the fridge which I am going to have to find a way of disposing. Maybe Alex will eat the whole thing before I can think about it again. I will be taking good care not to eat fattening foods till the 29th.
I can't wait for the wedding day to come and go...not because I dread it or anything, but because I am tired of planning. I thought having a smaller wedding would afford great comfort and ease during planning and the days before, but it has proved no such luck. Gads. Having a smaller wedding does not exclude having to do all the things that come with a bigger wedding. There have been a few times when I've wondered if Alex and I should have had the bigger wedding...to feel more like all our hard work and planning had paid off. Hmmmm.
I just hope everything goes over well, that there will be no rain, that it will be partly cloudy/overcast (apparently photos come out better when there isn't any harsh shadowing due to a sunny day), and that no one makes an ass of themselves.
I can't wait to be married. I can't wait for all the anticipation to be over with so Alex and I can go back to normal again.
Had a slumber party with the girls on Saturday. What great fun it was! And we ate so much. There is still left over cake in the fridge which I am going to have to find a way of disposing. Maybe Alex will eat the whole thing before I can think about it again. I will be taking good care not to eat fattening foods till the 29th.
I can't wait for the wedding day to come and go...not because I dread it or anything, but because I am tired of planning. I thought having a smaller wedding would afford great comfort and ease during planning and the days before, but it has proved no such luck. Gads. Having a smaller wedding does not exclude having to do all the things that come with a bigger wedding. There have been a few times when I've wondered if Alex and I should have had the bigger wedding...to feel more like all our hard work and planning had paid off. Hmmmm.
I just hope everything goes over well, that there will be no rain, that it will be partly cloudy/overcast (apparently photos come out better when there isn't any harsh shadowing due to a sunny day), and that no one makes an ass of themselves.
I can't wait to be married. I can't wait for all the anticipation to be over with so Alex and I can go back to normal again.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Grooming
My beautiful tuxedo cat (she's black and white and is colored like she's wearing a tux over a white shirt) Nellie needs a professional grooming...regularly.
She's getting more clumps of matted hair in her older age (she's 8 years old) and she isn't a fan of being combed or having people handle her too much. She will let me handle her, but she's got limits to that too.
I cut some of her matted hair last night. I realized this morning that I'd cut too short in two places on her right side. There was a patch of dried blood on both sites like she'd lightly skinned the area. I almost cried. I felt so bad.
Because she's also over weight, she can no longer get to all the areas she used to when she was a younger kitty. So she's neglecting her duties as well.
I cannot give her any more hair cuts. I'm not good at it, and I'm sure the professionals will do a better job. All I can do is start brushing her regularly several times a day. Argh. She's so high maintainence...she's luckly she's cute and sweet (big circle eyes).
She's getting more clumps of matted hair in her older age (she's 8 years old) and she isn't a fan of being combed or having people handle her too much. She will let me handle her, but she's got limits to that too.
I cut some of her matted hair last night. I realized this morning that I'd cut too short in two places on her right side. There was a patch of dried blood on both sites like she'd lightly skinned the area. I almost cried. I felt so bad.
Because she's also over weight, she can no longer get to all the areas she used to when she was a younger kitty. So she's neglecting her duties as well.
I cannot give her any more hair cuts. I'm not good at it, and I'm sure the professionals will do a better job. All I can do is start brushing her regularly several times a day. Argh. She's so high maintainence...she's luckly she's cute and sweet (big circle eyes).
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Non-PC Guide to Dieting
* Buy a scale
* Weigh yourself every day, twice a day (after morning pee and before bedtime)
* Cabbage Soup - this really works people! It creates BMs and gets rid of bloating! And since you're weighing yourself daily, you'll notice a drop in numbers rather quickly. It's not meant to be used throughout a diet, but you can consume this any time in your diet...or even when you're not dieting. Call me a weirdo but I actually liked this soup...tasted like kim-chee soup.
* Buy clothing one size smaller than what you wear now. You'll MAKE yourself fit into them. When I got bigger, I bought bigger, and bigger, and bigger...etc till I grew out of my normal clothes for good. DON'T buy bigger if you feel you've put on a few pounds. Stick with the clothing you have and get yourself comfortable in them again.
* Drink coffee/teas. Caffeine can be a good thing when you're dieting as it raises your body temperature, and wakes you up.
* Buy heels! They make you look and feel sexier, taller, and newer!
* Weigh yourself every day, twice a day (after morning pee and before bedtime)
* Cabbage Soup - this really works people! It creates BMs and gets rid of bloating! And since you're weighing yourself daily, you'll notice a drop in numbers rather quickly. It's not meant to be used throughout a diet, but you can consume this any time in your diet...or even when you're not dieting. Call me a weirdo but I actually liked this soup...tasted like kim-chee soup.
* Buy clothing one size smaller than what you wear now. You'll MAKE yourself fit into them. When I got bigger, I bought bigger, and bigger, and bigger...etc till I grew out of my normal clothes for good. DON'T buy bigger if you feel you've put on a few pounds. Stick with the clothing you have and get yourself comfortable in them again.
* Drink coffee/teas. Caffeine can be a good thing when you're dieting as it raises your body temperature, and wakes you up.
* Buy heels! They make you look and feel sexier, taller, and newer!
It Happened One Day
THE dress arrived yesterday...and it still fit...quite reassuring....quite happy.....
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Subs and Shoes
Went shoe browsing during lunch today....then stopped to pick up sub sandwich with my friend Leslie.
Why do they make these subs 8 inches when I only wanted 4 inches of it? And it's not a matter of cutting up your sub right before you eat it either cause the sandwich ingredients are not evenly distributed. I do not want to "un-do" what I paid to have done so I can eat my sandwich. So I ended up eating the entire sub. Now I am suffering...too full.
I am determined to burn off some of the calories by going shopping after work today. It's not a busy day, thank goodness. I will be in search of white shoes for my wedding day...sandals...and maybe I'll take my J.Crew card with me to the mall...oh...dangerous!
Why do they make these subs 8 inches when I only wanted 4 inches of it? And it's not a matter of cutting up your sub right before you eat it either cause the sandwich ingredients are not evenly distributed. I do not want to "un-do" what I paid to have done so I can eat my sandwich. So I ended up eating the entire sub. Now I am suffering...too full.
I am determined to burn off some of the calories by going shopping after work today. It's not a busy day, thank goodness. I will be in search of white shoes for my wedding day...sandals...and maybe I'll take my J.Crew card with me to the mall...oh...dangerous!
Monday, April 11, 2005
Flower Instruction
I went over to see Ellie today. My mother stopped by too. She was in better spirits today because she's getting over her long cold. I think I caught her cold...I think Wany did too...hehehe.
She was sitting at her table today, sitting prim and proper on her chair across from her bear. There is a cup of origami flowers her mommy made for her to play with and boy does she love them! She picked one flower at a time out of the plastic cup, talking in her usual own language...I imagined she was giving instruction (to her bear) on how to care for indoor flowers and how to arrange them as well. The only thing that was missing was a tea pot and tea cups. It was sooooo cute.
Then a wall of emotion washed over me, unexpectedly and I began to tear. I had to really live and be in this moment for it would never happen again...not this exact scene, with this level of sun light in her face, in this lovely moment. I was reminded by the age old saying of living in the moment and enjoying it for all that it is worth.
Because one day, this little ray of light will be all grown up and flower arrangement instruction will all have been but over for her....but not for me, because it will live in my heart for all time. I get to keep this one for myself.
I love you, Ellie!
She was sitting at her table today, sitting prim and proper on her chair across from her bear. There is a cup of origami flowers her mommy made for her to play with and boy does she love them! She picked one flower at a time out of the plastic cup, talking in her usual own language...I imagined she was giving instruction (to her bear) on how to care for indoor flowers and how to arrange them as well. The only thing that was missing was a tea pot and tea cups. It was sooooo cute.
Then a wall of emotion washed over me, unexpectedly and I began to tear. I had to really live and be in this moment for it would never happen again...not this exact scene, with this level of sun light in her face, in this lovely moment. I was reminded by the age old saying of living in the moment and enjoying it for all that it is worth.
Because one day, this little ray of light will be all grown up and flower arrangement instruction will all have been but over for her....but not for me, because it will live in my heart for all time. I get to keep this one for myself.
I love you, Ellie!
Smurf the Smurf Smurf!
1) I cannot do pull ups
2) I cannot fry tofu on the stove
3) I cannot complete a round off
4) I cannot refuse chocolate
5) I cannot ski (downhill or cross country)
6) I cannot cut my own hair (gave myself funny bangs once..ask EJ)
7) I cannot eat parsley (personal choice - worst flavor EVER!)
8) I cannot eat pork (psychosomatic reaction - also depends on kind of pork product)
9) I cannot admit easily to being wrong
10) I cannot stay mad at Alex (rats!)
2) I cannot fry tofu on the stove
3) I cannot complete a round off
4) I cannot refuse chocolate
5) I cannot ski (downhill or cross country)
6) I cannot cut my own hair (gave myself funny bangs once..ask EJ)
7) I cannot eat parsley (personal choice - worst flavor EVER!)
8) I cannot eat pork (psychosomatic reaction - also depends on kind of pork product)
9) I cannot admit easily to being wrong
10) I cannot stay mad at Alex (rats!)
OCD
I detached, and washed every single grape individually last night. I mean running each one under the water and rubbing all sides gently to get anything gross off of it, then dried each grape with paper towels before neatly storing them in tupperware. I'm only going to end up eating them, so why all the work, right? Don't know. I've put in too much work to eat them myself. Maybe Alex will finish them off.
I also did laundry last night. After each drying cycle, I clean out the lint trap. However, the act of removingi the lint causes tiny lint/dust particles to scatter all over the top of the dryer. This annoys me to no end. I grab a Grab It duster sheet and methodically go over the top of the dryer...but I couldn't stop there...the knobs on the dryer had collected dust too...and so had the entire panel...then I had to wipe down the side of the dryer panel...well, I couldn't just dust the dryer...I dusted the washer too...I mean it's sitting right there next to it!
Vacuuming was a treat. I ask Alex to empty the collector on the thing every time he uses it, but he NEVER does. So the filter got gross, right away and the collector was over flowing with dust, cat hair, my hair, litter, food crumbs...you get the idea. Anyway, I empty out the collector...but notice a layer of dust on the inside, so I grab another Grab It (can't use the one for the washer and dryer on the vacuum...no mixing of dust particles allowed) and start dusting the inside wall of the vacuum. Then I started cleaning out the filter area...another Grab it is used. On and on it went till eventually, I'd spent 45 minutes attempting to capture every particle of dust on the vacuum. If I could, I would vacuum the vacuum.
Kind of ironic for a girl who doesn't mind wearing fungus infested shoes, right?
Most don't consider cleaning around the house a work out...but for me, it is. Tonight is bathroom night....goody!
I also did laundry last night. After each drying cycle, I clean out the lint trap. However, the act of removingi the lint causes tiny lint/dust particles to scatter all over the top of the dryer. This annoys me to no end. I grab a Grab It duster sheet and methodically go over the top of the dryer...but I couldn't stop there...the knobs on the dryer had collected dust too...and so had the entire panel...then I had to wipe down the side of the dryer panel...well, I couldn't just dust the dryer...I dusted the washer too...I mean it's sitting right there next to it!
Vacuuming was a treat. I ask Alex to empty the collector on the thing every time he uses it, but he NEVER does. So the filter got gross, right away and the collector was over flowing with dust, cat hair, my hair, litter, food crumbs...you get the idea. Anyway, I empty out the collector...but notice a layer of dust on the inside, so I grab another Grab It (can't use the one for the washer and dryer on the vacuum...no mixing of dust particles allowed) and start dusting the inside wall of the vacuum. Then I started cleaning out the filter area...another Grab it is used. On and on it went till eventually, I'd spent 45 minutes attempting to capture every particle of dust on the vacuum. If I could, I would vacuum the vacuum.
Kind of ironic for a girl who doesn't mind wearing fungus infested shoes, right?
Most don't consider cleaning around the house a work out...but for me, it is. Tonight is bathroom night....goody!
Saturday, April 09, 2005
The Secret Sale
So after years and years of turning my nose up at the notion of early workouts, I actually tried it this morning. I had a hair appointment at 10am today anyway, so I'd set the alarm so I could wake up in time (especially on a Saturday) and not scurry around in the mornings like I usually do.
I opened my eyes at 8:30am, promptly got dressed, put on my running shoes and stepped out my front door.
I was suspicious. Would I have the energy so early in the morning to even walk down the block? What kind of silliness had I subjected myself to..getting up early for no reason other than to put my body through pain...I had my doubts.
Surprisingly, I did finish walking to the end of my block. What was more surprising was that my feet automatically started jogging when I'd hit the next block. "Well, it's a start..." I thought. At least I'd gotten my lazy butt out of the house, through the block and now my feet were jogging. Not bad. If I'd stopped there I would have been happy, it would have been an accomplishment.
I kept jogging. At first it started a slow, groggy, 'just gotten out of the house' pace...then I felt myself picking up the pace. I began to look about me...across the street, at the new homes going up arond our neighborhood, up into the bright blue sky...this is what I do when I'm jogging and enjoying myself...I begin to take in the scenery around me, breathe deeply, and think about what I was going to do the rest of the day.
I was tired when I finished a mile. My mouth felt parched, and my lips felt papery. But I'd finished, just as I said I would. I felt proud and stepped back inside the house. I was done with the run for the day. I didn't have to think about it any more. I realised this is what early riser joggers probably look forward to...getting the run out of the way.
There were other pleasant side effects, like having more energy, I could feel myself more alert and my mood changed from sedation to achievment! I could really do this! I really could do this! It was all just a matter of DOING...I could do this any old time I wanted. I felt I'd discovered a secret...a benefit not too many others would discover...like finding that perfect 6 1/2 wide BCBG, pointed toe, kitten heel, sexy shoes...on sale! It was awesome!
I opened my eyes at 8:30am, promptly got dressed, put on my running shoes and stepped out my front door.
I was suspicious. Would I have the energy so early in the morning to even walk down the block? What kind of silliness had I subjected myself to..getting up early for no reason other than to put my body through pain...I had my doubts.
Surprisingly, I did finish walking to the end of my block. What was more surprising was that my feet automatically started jogging when I'd hit the next block. "Well, it's a start..." I thought. At least I'd gotten my lazy butt out of the house, through the block and now my feet were jogging. Not bad. If I'd stopped there I would have been happy, it would have been an accomplishment.
I kept jogging. At first it started a slow, groggy, 'just gotten out of the house' pace...then I felt myself picking up the pace. I began to look about me...across the street, at the new homes going up arond our neighborhood, up into the bright blue sky...this is what I do when I'm jogging and enjoying myself...I begin to take in the scenery around me, breathe deeply, and think about what I was going to do the rest of the day.
I was tired when I finished a mile. My mouth felt parched, and my lips felt papery. But I'd finished, just as I said I would. I felt proud and stepped back inside the house. I was done with the run for the day. I didn't have to think about it any more. I realised this is what early riser joggers probably look forward to...getting the run out of the way.
There were other pleasant side effects, like having more energy, I could feel myself more alert and my mood changed from sedation to achievment! I could really do this! I really could do this! It was all just a matter of DOING...I could do this any old time I wanted. I felt I'd discovered a secret...a benefit not too many others would discover...like finding that perfect 6 1/2 wide BCBG, pointed toe, kitten heel, sexy shoes...on sale! It was awesome!
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Working Backwards
I actually gained a pound over night.
It is depressing to think that in my late 20s, all I had to do was look at my running shoes and I'd lose weight, but in my early 30s, that seems like another life time ago.
Maybe I'm expecting results too quickly...maybe I'm in denial about my own body, that it doesn't do the same things it used to do in my 20s....maybe I'm frustrated because my clothes haven't started fitting me better....maybe...argh.
I'm just not happy with the fact that my body hurts all over, and I have nothing to show for it. Despite my frustration, I will head back to the gym tonight...at least it makes me feel better after a work out.
It is depressing to think that in my late 20s, all I had to do was look at my running shoes and I'd lose weight, but in my early 30s, that seems like another life time ago.
Maybe I'm expecting results too quickly...maybe I'm in denial about my own body, that it doesn't do the same things it used to do in my 20s....maybe I'm frustrated because my clothes haven't started fitting me better....maybe...argh.
I'm just not happy with the fact that my body hurts all over, and I have nothing to show for it. Despite my frustration, I will head back to the gym tonight...at least it makes me feel better after a work out.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Soap Box
I bought a couple of bras over the weekend and got some helpful information from the sales associate in the area....I thought I'd share it....
1) Don't use Woolite for your delicates. It has harsh chemicals. Use detergents that are milder on the skin as well as the fabrics like detergents made for baby clothes.
2) NEVER toss your bras in the dryer. The dryer will promote and speed up elastic deterioration resulting in poor fit and no support. Always air dry.
3) The Quad-boob: If what you see are four bumps under your shirts, you have Quad-boobs. This could be caused by wearing a bra with cups that are too small - the cup presses up against the breast, causing a bulge above the cup line.
4) The Plant Hanger: If your bra band rides up on your back during the day, you have the Plant Hanger syndrome. This is usually caused by the band being too big (losing elasticity or having bought the wrong damn size) and acting more like a plant hanger to keep items from dropping to the ground rather than act like a bra for support. How do you know your bra fits you properly? When viewing yourself from the back, your bra band should sit at the middle of your back. When viewing yourself from the side, the bra band should be horizontal to the floor.
5) The Choker: Rare condition compared to #3 and #4 but it can and does happen. The tell tale signs of The Choker are breasts that sit too high on the chest. This could be the result of bra straps not being long enough, or a C-cup and above woman wearing a push up bra. In any case, the individual ends up looking freakish. Avoid this ladies. Adjust your straps to the right lenght and don't buy a push up bra unless you're B-cup or under.
Hope this has been helpful. See you next time!
1) Don't use Woolite for your delicates. It has harsh chemicals. Use detergents that are milder on the skin as well as the fabrics like detergents made for baby clothes.
2) NEVER toss your bras in the dryer. The dryer will promote and speed up elastic deterioration resulting in poor fit and no support. Always air dry.
3) The Quad-boob: If what you see are four bumps under your shirts, you have Quad-boobs. This could be caused by wearing a bra with cups that are too small - the cup presses up against the breast, causing a bulge above the cup line.
4) The Plant Hanger: If your bra band rides up on your back during the day, you have the Plant Hanger syndrome. This is usually caused by the band being too big (losing elasticity or having bought the wrong damn size) and acting more like a plant hanger to keep items from dropping to the ground rather than act like a bra for support. How do you know your bra fits you properly? When viewing yourself from the back, your bra band should sit at the middle of your back. When viewing yourself from the side, the bra band should be horizontal to the floor.
5) The Choker: Rare condition compared to #3 and #4 but it can and does happen. The tell tale signs of The Choker are breasts that sit too high on the chest. This could be the result of bra straps not being long enough, or a C-cup and above woman wearing a push up bra. In any case, the individual ends up looking freakish. Avoid this ladies. Adjust your straps to the right lenght and don't buy a push up bra unless you're B-cup or under.
Hope this has been helpful. See you next time!
Walk a Mile in My Shoes
So I was forced to buy shoes over the weekend. My black flats (loafers) broke down Friday night in the rain. Alex and I went to the mall and on our way in, I stepped into a puddle in the parking lot. A few seconds later, I felt my feet go wet with rain water. When I got home, my feet stunk like a wet towel left in the locker room. I figured it was just from the shoes being wet and vowed to be more careful about walking into puddles next time. I washed my feet and before going to bed, I decided to inspect my shoes.
To my horror, I saw the most disgusting thing ever. There were patches of white around the area where the leather had cracked and let the water through inside. At first, I figured it was just dried water marks from the puddle. It was a growth...of something white and fuzzy on my shoes! Was that really in my shoe?? Was I really sticking my foot in that all along? Yuck!
The next day I bought a new pair of black flats, but it took us three hours to find the right one. Did you know that shoe makers don't make flats/loafers any more? Everything had a heel or it looked like something a high school goth kid would wear (Aldo). Thank goodness for Nordstrom. It's not the exact same shoe, but very close and made by the same manufacturer as the old shoes.
I loved my black flats! I had them for 5 years...maybe more. I'd been everywhere in those shoes...Canada, New York, New Orleans, Florida, Denver, Philidelphia...etc. It had seen me through three weight stages, five jobs, two serious relationships, the birth of my niece, and my own engagement. It was like losing a good friend.
I know it's silly to lament over a pair of shoes, these were the pair that was not only comfortable, but stylish, and went with EVERYTHING! It was my automatic shoe!
I'm currently breaking in my new pair (I have wide feet) and slowly but surely settling into them. I hope these will be with me a long time.
To my horror, I saw the most disgusting thing ever. There were patches of white around the area where the leather had cracked and let the water through inside. At first, I figured it was just dried water marks from the puddle. It was a growth...of something white and fuzzy on my shoes! Was that really in my shoe?? Was I really sticking my foot in that all along? Yuck!
The next day I bought a new pair of black flats, but it took us three hours to find the right one. Did you know that shoe makers don't make flats/loafers any more? Everything had a heel or it looked like something a high school goth kid would wear (Aldo). Thank goodness for Nordstrom. It's not the exact same shoe, but very close and made by the same manufacturer as the old shoes.
I loved my black flats! I had them for 5 years...maybe more. I'd been everywhere in those shoes...Canada, New York, New Orleans, Florida, Denver, Philidelphia...etc. It had seen me through three weight stages, five jobs, two serious relationships, the birth of my niece, and my own engagement. It was like losing a good friend.
I know it's silly to lament over a pair of shoes, these were the pair that was not only comfortable, but stylish, and went with EVERYTHING! It was my automatic shoe!
I'm currently breaking in my new pair (I have wide feet) and slowly but surely settling into them. I hope these will be with me a long time.
'THAT' Couple
The big day is less than a month away...I think three weeks or something like that....Alex and I still have things to finish...like wedding favors and how we want to package them, the salt unity ceremony details, and of course, the program, then there was the task of getting the alter pieces vases, the center piece planters..etc. We decided that the past weekend was going to be the weekend to cram all of the above into our schedule.
Our first stop Saturday afternoon was the Container store where we argued over whether we should use a chinese food box or a regular square box to house our favors...then about what we were going to use as favors (edible or non-edible). We started speaking in the "I'm not going to sound angry in public" tone. I don't know why we even bothered using this fake tone since it never fools anyone into thinking you're not arguing. I've been the witness to this tone being used by other couples and I always know they are arguing. Another couple standing in the same aisle with us looked over every once in a while...I'm sure Alex and I served as amusement for them as well as for anyone within ear shot of our 'conversation'. Two stores and 30 minutes later, we sheepishly smiled, and apologized to one another for such infantile behavior.
I began to think...are we going to be 'THAT' couple? You know, the couple who are always bickering in public? Will we embarrass our family, friends and children in public by our public bickering? Then I thought about another couple. The 'Silent' couple. You've all seen this couple...sitting at a restaurant, 'sharing' dinner, chewing their meal methodically, staring past each other into unimportant spaces beyond, wiping their mouths every third bite, blank expressions, their water glasses filled frequently because they choose to gulp water every 2nd bite instead of talking to each other....how lonley and unrelentingly empty they looked.
I choose bickering and making amends.
Our first stop Saturday afternoon was the Container store where we argued over whether we should use a chinese food box or a regular square box to house our favors...then about what we were going to use as favors (edible or non-edible). We started speaking in the "I'm not going to sound angry in public" tone. I don't know why we even bothered using this fake tone since it never fools anyone into thinking you're not arguing. I've been the witness to this tone being used by other couples and I always know they are arguing. Another couple standing in the same aisle with us looked over every once in a while...I'm sure Alex and I served as amusement for them as well as for anyone within ear shot of our 'conversation'. Two stores and 30 minutes later, we sheepishly smiled, and apologized to one another for such infantile behavior.
I began to think...are we going to be 'THAT' couple? You know, the couple who are always bickering in public? Will we embarrass our family, friends and children in public by our public bickering? Then I thought about another couple. The 'Silent' couple. You've all seen this couple...sitting at a restaurant, 'sharing' dinner, chewing their meal methodically, staring past each other into unimportant spaces beyond, wiping their mouths every third bite, blank expressions, their water glasses filled frequently because they choose to gulp water every 2nd bite instead of talking to each other....how lonley and unrelentingly empty they looked.
I choose bickering and making amends.
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