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Bra Drawer Confessions

10 May

Yes, like the title says, this post is all about my bras.  It will not be obscene or perverted or erotic (well, not intentionally anyway).  Will it offer more information than some of you may care to know?  Well, if you don’t want to know why I feel the need to have five different sizes of bras then you probably have already read too much.

First there’s the 34B.  I remember this particular bra fondly.  It was my first sexy one.  I got it when I was in college and I had happy, young girls.  I tried this one the other day.  HA!  Very funny and very tight. So you’d think I would have tossed it, right?  Yeah, I tossed it.  Right back into the drawer.  What am I thinking?  I don’t even want to be that size anymore – not when I used to be a…

34C.  This is my proudest and biggest collection of bras.  I wore these during my last college years (I thank the pill!) and up until my first pregnancy pushed me into another size – I’ll get to those in a short paragraph.  Anyway, I still have maybe 5 of these tucked away with care.  I tried them on and it was quite pitiful.  They were also too tight around but the girls got lost in there.  The bras wanted to support something and I don’t have anything to offer them, yet I just can’t let them go.  A part of me (that part that still wants to weigh 125 or less) believes that maybe someday I’ll get to pull out the 34C’s and actually strut around in them again.  (Not that I ever really strutted in them but maybe I would if I got to wear them again.  Who knows, maybe I’d do a few flips and break it down or something.  Why not?  I think a crazy celebration would be in order.)

There’s two other C’s chillin’ in the drawer too.  The 36 and 38C’s came into my life after having the babies.  I think they were actually a little too small looking back on it.  Breast-feeding really accentuated the positive and I shouldn’t have kept them confined!  Oh yeah, as far as pregnancy and nursing bras go, they are not kept in my everyday bra drawer so I don’t count them on my “why in the world do I still have these” list. Besides, who knows what will happen – I might need those special ones again.  (Not that we are planning to need them again!)

That leads me to the present day ah-tah size.  I have no freakin’ clue.  I thought I read that breast-feeding was supposed to help keep the girls still in the ga-ga category.  HA!  What a crock. I even tried it with both babies thinking that it would improve matters.  (Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t just do it because it was supposed to be best for the boobies, but of course, also because it’s supposed to best for the babies.)  All that information aside, I am now trying to manage a 36B.  It’s not my perfect size but it works ok.  You know, until my chest mysteriously grows overnight or until I go let some lady at Victoria’s Secret size me up and then, yet again, probably add another bra size to my stash.

So, was it good for you?



Didn’t Even Flinch

15 Mar

Not only is she growing up so quickly, she’s also super brave!  While we were at the mall today, Andrew asked Nia if she wanted to get her ears pierced.  I don’t think he ever thought she would say yes!

Pretty Princess Earrings


She asked if it would hurt like a shot and he told her yes.  She didn’t care – she wanted them pierced.  We walked into Claire’s and the very nice clerk asked her what earrings she would like.  She knew right away.  Who cares it’s the birthstone for October?  It was a pretty, pink, sparkly earring and it was her choice.

She sat on Andrew’s lap and watched as the clerk cleaned the earrings and put on latex gloves.  I thought that for sure would scare her. Nope. She didn’t even seem tense.

The clerk used extra care to make sure Nia didn’t see the piercing gun as she went in for the first ear.  The clerk counted – one, two, three.  That was it.  Nia’s tiny earlobe just had an earring shoved through it and nothing.  Not a deep breath, not a whimper, not a cringe, not a flinch, nothing.  We asked her if she was ok and all she said while smiling was, “It just surprised me a little bit.”  With that, she got her other ear pierced and then got to pick out other pretty princess earrings to wear later.

We are still in shock.  What a brave little girly girl with the pink, sparkly earrings. You amaze us every day.

Our Little Addict

14 Mar

Sometimes I don’t feel like the mommy as much as I feel like the “supplier.”  There are certain things that we just cannot let Nia have at her disposal.

1.  Her use of construction paper must be monitored.  Now, I’m not so bad that I hold all the paper and only give her a sheet at a time or anything.  (What fun would that be for either of us?)  But, if I let her have free reign over the entire stash of construction paper, we would need to restock it every day.  It can get out of hand real fast if we’re not careful.

2.  Tape.  Wow, does she have a passion for tape.  She wants to tape everything. Don’t have a hair clip?  Tape it.  Did a glass break?  Tape it.  She will cut up the tiniest pieces of construction paper and then want to tape them together or to other whole pieces of construction paper.  Glue won’t do.  Nope.  She’s gotta have the tape.  It appears as though she’ll keep getting her tape and paper fix thanks to her Aunt Sissy.  She recently sent us a nice supply so as long as I maintain control of how much Nia’s using, we should be good to go for awhile.

3. Flavored/Scented lip gloss.  She would love so much to be able to carry 3 or 4 tubes of it in her tiny purse and apply it liberally throughout any given day.  I would love for her to be able to do that but I can’t let her because she’s allergic to something in them. I feel so bad that I have to confiscate them from her when she gets them as a gift.  (If I don’t she will sneak away and smear them on her mouth over and over again until the gloss looks as though she was eating it as well.)  She always asks, “Can’t I just try a little Mommy?  Just a little?”  My heart breaks because I remember how much I loved those glosses when I was little but I just cannot let her get her grip on the gloss.

4.  Scented lotions. If she could she would use the whole bottle in one day. If she’s even alone with a small bottle for more than a few minutes she smells as though she just painted herself with it.

Ah, and this is only the beginning.  I’m sure it’s only going to get more interesting and challenging as grows up.


I just realized…

13 Feb

After all that fashion show blog business, I just realized I forgot to tell you all how my dress compared to other ladies at the wedding!

Let’s just say, there was a mix.  There were short dresses, long dresses, skirts with nice tops, plain dresses and super fancy dresses with fur coats – oh yeah and several ladies with poofy feathers in their hair.  I forgot to tell you all that the groom is from England right?  Like 80 people or so came from over “the pond” (as I heard a few people say) and they came complete with feathers/hats and tails on their tuxes!  Oh yeah, and the great accent!  It was just lovely talking with them!

So, all in all, I was appropriately dressed!  Mine blended in quite well and showed no more skin than the bridesmaids (who got to pick out their own style of dress – they all had the same fabric and color but each wore a different style – it was really cool).

Just thought I’d give you that tidbit!

Operation Gray Elimination

15 May

My head full of dark brown hair is being invaded.  I was informed about these enemies in February when the man cutting my hair said, “Oh honey, I’m seeing a few gray in here.”  I remember not really worrying about it then because I thought it was some sort of fluke or something.

No Vacancy for Grays

Then I came home and looked in the mirror and saw the “few grays” he so kindly pointed out for me.  From that day I have spotted too many to count and I have weeded each one out as I see them.  During the elimination, sadly, a few brown hairs have been sacrificed (it’s hard to pull those tiny little gray ones – sometimes I grab an innocent brown bystander on accident – it breaks my heart but I feel it must be done for the good of all the other hairs.)

I’ve even gone so far as to try and pull one out while I was driving.  It was making me crazy and I was determined to hold it between my fingers and let it know who was boss.  “You thought you could just mix in with the others did you?  Ha! You thought wrong!  And if any of your gray buddies are thinking about crossing into the brown hair territory than be warned – I will hunt you down and destroy you!”

So maybe I’m being a little dramatic for this blog’s sake – I really do not issue death threats to my gray hairs – but I did yank it while I was driving (and I did stare at it for a moment with a twisted smile on my face).  I just can’t help it.  One or two would be fine – I can accept that – but the amount I have found is just waking me up to getting older and I just think it’s a little too soon for that.  I think I still have another -oh- 30 or so years until I should have to worry about that!

In the meantime, I am considering getting highlights again but that makes me sad because I was really liking my dark hair.  I guess, no matter how hard I try to defeat the grays, in the end, they are the winners. I still plan to put up a good fight though…

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