ohm the stress of it all.
i was so panicked that i wouldn’t get client #1’s bookkeeping and therefore surprise GST Return completed by the deadline on halloween. but no, i kick so much ass sometimes, that i finished it not half an hour ago and emailed it off. and it didn’t even mean needing a babysitter or for z to zombify in front of the tv while i avoid the world in hopes of getting just a little more done.
nope. didn’t need to do that at all. you know what this means?
i vetoed sex for no reason.
i plan on buying that bra this weekend. as well as my slow-cooker. you know, wait til a little more dough comes rollin’ in.
funny: if i follow la senza’s measurement guides, i should be wearing a 32A or smaller. yahuh.
here is a random pic of me in my new emo bobble head phase. enjoy it while it lasts.
i know i’m not the first or most famous blogger to bring it up, but dreads, especially lesbian dreads: NOT ATTRACTIVE. so the other day i’m heading into starbux cuz i live there (but you already knew that), and these two chicks are outside having a conversation about the weather (original) and the one goes to her friend, “oh, it’s so humid. like the air. i can feel it in my hair.” stop smoking pot, hippy and go back to ontario.
yes, i said it.
my professional blogging is going crap, meaning i’ve bookmarked a lot of research to write about but have not done any of the actual writing (only five articles, when normally i’d be around 15) because i’ve backburnered it, since i have a lot of bookkeeping (you know, asap paying work) to do. and i did half of it! client #2 got a fresh invoice emailed tonight and now, well, i just have to wait for her to drop off more work. yay! (me) client #1 – i’ll have to start that now, meaning tomorrow night because i don’t wanna burn it all out in one sitting.
starbux recalled four of these kid’s cups and it figures that i bought three of them for zoë, meaning stupid purchases six months ago? refunded and a free drink given for each one, as well. me? free coffee? no, i coul…yesYES YES i COULD.
mommy needs a push up bra, apparently. cuz here’s a little journey about my tits…i started wearing a bra in 4th grade. get that? when i was NINE. and then i got all skinny and guess what? they stayed the exact same size as when i was nine (34a) – though when i got up to 130 pounds, i think i made it into a 34B
and when i actually got measured, found out i was actually a small 32C cuz of large ribcage-boob ratios and such. so i grow up hating my boobs and thinking that if only they were more in proportion to my body, i wouldn’t feel so fucking fat and morphed. so i drop down a little cash and i buy the twins.
they’re supposed to be full 32Cs but i get 34Cs for the first year. then they settled down a bit and sunk to 32Ds (plus i got uber skinnier, so). then i got preggers and they slowly expanded so that i soon was wearing a 36C (wrong size, and a push up bra that i took the padding out of). then resized to a 34D, then i needed to go up again and refused to wear a DD and so got a really large, stretchy D to wear.
that lasted until milk came in. then i just didn’t wear a bra for the first couple of months because a) zoë would sometimes feed every hour, for more than half an hour b) i didn’t have a nursing bra, but did have a large nursing camisole and that was a strike at my self esteem and c) i never left the house except for coffee and errands and walks with a snugli (which covered em up). when i did go out without a baby strapped aboard, i’d layer on little cotton bralettes with double nursing pads.
then we got used to being the human milk machine and by we, i mean my tits. so we got a little more relaxed and by the time that zoë weaned herself a few days after her first bday, i was back to my good old 32D. point? i spent, what, 2 years? minimizing and hiding and using my boobs in the least sexiest ways possible and it’s been a while since i’ve gone,”ooh, tits! i’ve got those and they’re pretty awesome.”
and then i was cleaning out some drawers the other night and came across my push up bra from the 2-3rd trimester and went, WTF. and i put those pads back in for extra oomph since it’s SO the wrong size and holy shmoly, what i got (here’s before) to gaze down upon!
