A Few Hit’s and a Miss!

X~Strike One~X

I was in the Wal-Mart Zone today.   It was packed and I sent my husband a message along the lines of “I must have bumped my head”.  He thought I was serious and asked if he should leave work to come take me to the hospital.  To which I replied “Psychiatrist”.  He asked me again and used a four letter word asking me again where he should meet me and I replied “New Orleans”.

Why in the world would I say that?

Well, because I won a trip to the Harrah New Orleans Louisiana from Happy Katie who wrote this sensational piece about her time there this past weekend.  And, I’m am dying to go…and not dying to go to Wal-Mart or my psychiatrist’s office either……

Either way, the husband was not happy with me for playing games. 

Mon amour pour toi est aussi grand que le monde!

How dare I?

XX!~~StrikeTwo~~XX

I decided that it was time to have the ol’ hair trimmed.  For those of you who don’t know, my hair grows extremely slowly and if I had it cut at the rate most people cut their hair, I’d have none at all. 

Let me give you an example!

October or so of 2008, my hair was long, almost to my bra strap (just for a point of reference).  I had it cut.  It was in that hot new ‘do that girls with lots of thick hair were sporting. 

And, I never carried it off very well. 

My hair is excruciatingly thin.  About the same time, my mom was in the midst of chemo treatments and she lost all of her hair.  Since that time, my hair has been trimmed once…maybe twice.  My mom grew a full head of hair back and it was trimmed numerous times.  Now she wears a much shorter style but I’m telling you right now, if she had not cut her hair at all, it would have been far far longer than mine.  I mean, really her hair grew back full and long and mine barely made it to my shoulders. 

Anyway, I explained to the young cute chick about my TMJ surgery and that my head was very sensitive.  She was great about being really careful.  I asked for her to layer it slightly because the underneath is really curly but the top layers are stick-straight. 

And, she did as I asked, just ever so slightly and then explained that she didn’t cut the layers very short because “you just don’t have much hair”!

Yea, I know, thanks for the ego-bump *sighs*

XXX~~~StrikeThree~~~XXX

Late last month I was a huge winner of….I won a gift certificate from The Plus Size Mommy and from Peg Lutz who happens to be the owner of the Plus-Size.com And how apropo is it that I really needed something nice to wear because….well things just were just kind of hanging on me…….

Peg was gracious enough not to laugh (not in the mail anyway) when I sent her my measurements.  And, as I’ve already mentioned many times, they aren’t the kind of measurements that you go around spouting out.  You know the story, “build like a brick house”….well I am really am built like a “brick house”. 

Not an apple, or a pear and not even an hourglass…I am really am built like a brick house.  I”m not telling you (the whole Internets) the real number, as if I’ve hid my weight anyway (see Don’t Eat That, I will tell you anything you want to know over there) but picture a brick house.  My bust, my waist and my hips all measured exactly the same…..yea picture that…. a two-story brick house….standing straight up!

But, I told you, I had TMJ surgery and I haven’t had any real food in weeks.  And, really before I had surgery I had quit chewing much because it was just so doggone painful.  And, so, now, right here, I’m showing you what a pair of “mom jeans” look like compared to a pair of hot-hip pair of gorgeous black pants which are identified as “straight leg pants in slither”.  Just look……..just take a look at the comparison ….this is real ya’ll..so if you are a wearer of the awesome pants known as “mom jeans”…please do go trade them in right now……

That my friends is a HOME RUN!