Monday, March 26, 2012
Dealing with the aftermath of the unthinkable
http://abbie22.hubpages.com/hub/The-Other-Side-of-Normal
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Age, Gravity and the Girls
I use to think the only important thing was for the girls to be in,I knew and now still don't know much, or next to nothing, about sizes.
I still grab the same size I've been since,oh, about Senior year in High School,give or take 2 pregnancies. I don't really care too much about color, style, frill, bows, prints and the like.
I do have some issues with padding, plunge, or push up, again the girls just need to be in.
But, now I have to deal with a new nemesis-Gravity. I'm now on a new quest for in and up.
After a weight loss,no, I didn't plan it, so I can not tell you how, I find myself scouring racks of different sizes, and questions I should by now have the answers to. Do I go down in size, up in cup...I mean who comes up with these terms anyway?
I seem to be having a difficult time, going into unfamilar territory. Daily adjusting and re adjusting so the girls are where they are suppose to be or so it seems, use to be.
I still grab the same size I've been since,oh, about Senior year in High School,give or take 2 pregnancies. I don't really care too much about color, style, frill, bows, prints and the like.
I do have some issues with padding, plunge, or push up, again the girls just need to be in.
But, now I have to deal with a new nemesis-Gravity. I'm now on a new quest for in and up.
After a weight loss,no, I didn't plan it, so I can not tell you how, I find myself scouring racks of different sizes, and questions I should by now have the answers to. Do I go down in size, up in cup...I mean who comes up with these terms anyway?
I seem to be having a difficult time, going into unfamilar territory. Daily adjusting and re adjusting so the girls are where they are suppose to be or so it seems, use to be.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Here I go again!
Ok, I did it again,after the last time you would think I'd learn my lesson. No! Another $50.00 placing ads all over the net. What did I think would be different? I thought I asked this question before paying for yet another program. Yes I had. But it is the nature of the internet to lie, or re phrase the answer. So...
Now my question is or my dilema, do I ask for my money back? Or keep trying thinking/hoping this time will be different.
To say I'm a bit disappointed is an understatment, I thought I prepared myself for this round. Knew what to look out for-no more programs, systems-ads; it was suppose to be a typing at home position.
So now I've been screwed again-trying to track, sites passwords logins...the madness continues...did I miss it that much.
It just goes to show you, there's one born every minute.
Perhaps my rage will be the fuel to make this go a success.
Now my question is or my dilema, do I ask for my money back? Or keep trying thinking/hoping this time will be different.
To say I'm a bit disappointed is an understatment, I thought I prepared myself for this round. Knew what to look out for-no more programs, systems-ads; it was suppose to be a typing at home position.
So now I've been screwed again-trying to track, sites passwords logins...the madness continues...did I miss it that much.
It just goes to show you, there's one born every minute.
Perhaps my rage will be the fuel to make this go a success.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
There Are No Bathrooms in Metro
We are riders, commuters-crazy. This is how we get from point A to B, daily; no matter what nor when.
Bundled up, laddened down with every imaginable bag, container, tote; going and coming at all hours, spanning great distances.
Dawn across a still sleeping city, the buzz of my phone echoes in the darkened house. Pulled up and out of a deep serious sleep; I become something I don't quite recognize, someone I don't want to transform into-a bus person. But, in the predawn morning that's exactly what I'm doing. Extra hours required to allow for dressing for the weather, packing, counting change, shear travel time. How many stops, arrivals?
You learn a few things. I've learned more than a few things. like how to cross a busy major street, which #70 before 6:30 AM will have seating; what time do i have to get to the station, red line, blue line, does it really matter? Does a 16 oz cup of coffee and a 45 minute bus ride make any sense? These tid bids and more wait to reveal themselves; through a barely yawning city in piles of humanity in various stages staggering by. Waiting, watching-hopeful for the blinking announcement for our final destination.
Bundled up, laddened down with every imaginable bag, container, tote; going and coming at all hours, spanning great distances.
Dawn across a still sleeping city, the buzz of my phone echoes in the darkened house. Pulled up and out of a deep serious sleep; I become something I don't quite recognize, someone I don't want to transform into-a bus person. But, in the predawn morning that's exactly what I'm doing. Extra hours required to allow for dressing for the weather, packing, counting change, shear travel time. How many stops, arrivals?
You learn a few things. I've learned more than a few things. like how to cross a busy major street, which #70 before 6:30 AM will have seating; what time do i have to get to the station, red line, blue line, does it really matter? Does a 16 oz cup of coffee and a 45 minute bus ride make any sense? These tid bids and more wait to reveal themselves; through a barely yawning city in piles of humanity in various stages staggering by. Waiting, watching-hopeful for the blinking announcement for our final destination.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
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