I recently went for a bra fitting at a bra store (appropriately, if oddly, named Bosom Buddies). I've been fitted in the past by the children who work at Victoria Secret in Tucson. I thought they were nuts when they told me I was a 40 D. Before kids, I was barely a B! (I really miss those days. Wearing a bra only when I felt like it, which was rare.) I tried on a few of their D cup bras and while the band around the body part fit well, I didn't have enough stuff up front to fill the damn thing. After trying several different styles, I walked out.
At this other place, a much older woman, fitted me and pronounced, "38B". She asked what kind of bra I was looking for and brought me several. I didn't want the giant cup granny bras, I refuse to wear underwire (seriously, bras aren't uncomfortable enough, we need to stick metal in them?) and I'm trying to get away from sports bras. I want a nice, feminine, not itchy bra. Another thing I refuse to have, along with underwire, is that stupid seam that goes right across the nipple. WTF? Hate that.
Anyway, I was trying different styles and again, after about 12 different ones, I had to leave. They were all, too.... bra-ish. I won't wear shaped ones, or fiber-filled ones (are they bras or stuffed animals?). I've found some decent ones at Target that I like but they only come in white or beige. A girl wants comfort and color!
By the way, when I was at the bra store trying stuff out, there was another customer trying stuff out across the little dressing area. (They have this hallway sectioned off with curtains.) The other lady was very, very pregnant and trying out nursing bras (which this place seemed to specialize in). She was struggling to latch the bras behind her back. I always thought that was odd.
I once had a client at the spa who was in her 70's and after her massage, she asked if I could help her latch her bra for her as she couldn't reach behind her anymore. I asked why she needed to reach behind her, I've never put on my bras that way. I put the hooks under the goods in the front and hook them, then I slide the hooks to the back and put my arms through the straps. I told this older woman that and it was like a light when on! She'd been having her husband help her with her bra for over 10 years!
How do you guys do it?
OH! Almost forgot - I got this meme from Romi.
I am to open a book I am currently reading to page 161 and copy the fifth sentence on the page.
"The mansion's phones really were out."
Not real inspiring but it's a decent read otherwise! It's Body of Evidence by Patricia Cornwell. I've never read any of her stuff before and I'm about half way through this. It's pretty good. Entertaining but not blowing me away. Yet.
Now for my 5 tag-ees: Rachel H., Quail Hill Knits, Sophanne, NoMoreSweaters, and Kelly
B is also for books, Ruth!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
A is for Apathy
I got the boys up about 45 minutes early today so we could get D2 signed up for Kindergarten. I wanted to make absolutely goddamn sure he didn't get Ms. A.
T had Ms. A. Apparently, the A stands for Apathy. She was the most laid back teacher I've ever seen. So laid back, it came across as just plain lazy. Her class was a completely out of control at all times and she'd just float from table to table - la, la la. I know first hand, as I was volunteering once or twice a week. A friend of mine told me that when she volunteered, a very bad kid spit in Ms. A's face and she didn't do a thing about it. At the very least, she should have taken him aside and explained how that was inappropriate or sent him to the Principal's office! Or beat his little ass. (See. That's why I couldn't be a teacher!)
It made it extra hard for T's 1st grade teacher, who also happens to be a first year teacher so it's hard enough already! It took several months for the children to understand that class is not supposed to be a free for all. It's been really hard on Mrs. M getting control of the class enough so that it can actually become a learning environment.
Kindergarten in Colorado, strangely enough, is optional. I don't want to keep D2 out of it, but if he gets stuck with Ms. A, I might have to consider some other options!
Considering home schooling, Ruth!
T had Ms. A. Apparently, the A stands for Apathy. She was the most laid back teacher I've ever seen. So laid back, it came across as just plain lazy. Her class was a completely out of control at all times and she'd just float from table to table - la, la la. I know first hand, as I was volunteering once or twice a week. A friend of mine told me that when she volunteered, a very bad kid spit in Ms. A's face and she didn't do a thing about it. At the very least, she should have taken him aside and explained how that was inappropriate or sent him to the Principal's office! Or beat his little ass. (See. That's why I couldn't be a teacher!)
It made it extra hard for T's 1st grade teacher, who also happens to be a first year teacher so it's hard enough already! It took several months for the children to understand that class is not supposed to be a free for all. It's been really hard on Mrs. M getting control of the class enough so that it can actually become a learning environment.
Kindergarten in Colorado, strangely enough, is optional. I don't want to keep D2 out of it, but if he gets stuck with Ms. A, I might have to consider some other options!
Considering home schooling, Ruth!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Feline Update
So on Saturday, Dave and I were chillin' upstairs in our room and the boys were downstairs. The kitten comes flying into our room and leaps onto Dave. Then it goes spinning off into the hallway.
Me: He's too crazy to be called Jedi. Aren't Jedi's mellow? Or angry?
Dave: Yea. We should name him something like Midnight or Ebony.
Me: But he's not all black. He's black and white, like an Oreo cookie.
We looked at each other and laughed. Of course! So we told the boys we were naming him Oreo instead of Jedi. They were playing video games and so, mindlessly, agreed.
About 10p that night, with the boys sleeping blissfully in their rooms, we were watching a movie. Resident Evil - Extinction. The cat came to pounce/lay on us as usual and I noticed some stuff in the fur around his bum.
Me: Dave, I keep seeing this stuff around his butt. At first, I thought it was kitty litter, but now I'm not so sure. Do you think he has worms?
D: Didn't they check that at his free vet visit?
Me: You'd think they would, but I'm not so sure. Come look at his butt. [D shutting off the computer]
D comes over and lifts his tail and there's this white thing wiggling out of his anus.
D: Um, yeah - I'd say he has worms.
Dave turns computer back on and after a little research and a call to the 24 hour vet, we confirm that Oreo has tapeworms. That is so nasty!!
We watched the last hour of the movie and discussed our options. We could take him to the vet on Tuesday (because today's a holiday, remember), we could take him back to the pound on Sunday and hope there's a vet there, or we could spend way too much and take him to the 24 hour vet now!
Well in that last hour of movie, the worms were coming out of him like gangbusters, so it was really a no-brainer. I mean, I've never seen anything like it - we were seeing live white wiggly worms coming out of our cat every 15 seconds! And riddle me this - why do the worms come out? I mean, they're in the body getting a free meal - why leave?
I packed him up and took him in to the 24 hr people. As we're putting him into the box, Dave says, "Who knew the creamy center of an Oreo was really just tapeworms?" Then he says, "Hey! You should take the leftover rice [from our Chinese food dinner] and tell the vet, 'Yea, just look at all the stuff we got out of him!'"
Dave's a funny guy.
We were sooooo grossed out! We were both super itchy all night. I have long hair and I had to go tie it up because every time it brushed against me, I'd freak out. The only reason that sweet little cat is still here at all is because tapeworms are one of the few wormy parasites that is very hard (nearly impossible) to transfer to humans.
No. That's not the only reason it's still here. But, seriously - ewwwwww! I wanted to hose down the whole house! I wanted to wake the kids and hose them down, too. I've washed every piece of bedding we own and I won't let Trevor clean out the cat box for a few days until the dead worms have all passed (as per vet's instructions). (By the way, Trev's been cleaning out the cat box, nearly every day without being asked! He's a good kid. We have a separate small, lidded and lined trash can that we keep in the garage. It's specifically for litter box cleaning. And I make him wash his hands for a full 60 seconds after he cleans the box.)
The vet gave the cat a pill and said he'd be fine in a few days. Before that, whenever we tried to give Oreo belly rubs, he'd attack our hands. We were a little sad, because our old cat used to love belly rubs! Now, since he's been treated, Oreo likes belly rubs too. Poor little guy!
Sunday, when we were having dinner with the in-laws, we told them how we'd renamed the cat Oreo. Dave leaned over to me and whispered, "We should've named him Pez."
Still itchy, Ruth!
Me: He's too crazy to be called Jedi. Aren't Jedi's mellow? Or angry?
Dave: Yea. We should name him something like Midnight or Ebony.
Me: But he's not all black. He's black and white, like an Oreo cookie.
We looked at each other and laughed. Of course! So we told the boys we were naming him Oreo instead of Jedi. They were playing video games and so, mindlessly, agreed.
About 10p that night, with the boys sleeping blissfully in their rooms, we were watching a movie. Resident Evil - Extinction. The cat came to pounce/lay on us as usual and I noticed some stuff in the fur around his bum.
Me: Dave, I keep seeing this stuff around his butt. At first, I thought it was kitty litter, but now I'm not so sure. Do you think he has worms?
D: Didn't they check that at his free vet visit?
Me: You'd think they would, but I'm not so sure. Come look at his butt. [D shutting off the computer]
D comes over and lifts his tail and there's this white thing wiggling out of his anus.
D: Um, yeah - I'd say he has worms.
Dave turns computer back on and after a little research and a call to the 24 hour vet, we confirm that Oreo has tapeworms. That is so nasty!!
We watched the last hour of the movie and discussed our options. We could take him to the vet on Tuesday (because today's a holiday, remember), we could take him back to the pound on Sunday and hope there's a vet there, or we could spend way too much and take him to the 24 hour vet now!
Well in that last hour of movie, the worms were coming out of him like gangbusters, so it was really a no-brainer. I mean, I've never seen anything like it - we were seeing live white wiggly worms coming out of our cat every 15 seconds! And riddle me this - why do the worms come out? I mean, they're in the body getting a free meal - why leave?
I packed him up and took him in to the 24 hr people. As we're putting him into the box, Dave says, "Who knew the creamy center of an Oreo was really just tapeworms?" Then he says, "Hey! You should take the leftover rice [from our Chinese food dinner] and tell the vet, 'Yea, just look at all the stuff we got out of him!'"
Dave's a funny guy.
We were sooooo grossed out! We were both super itchy all night. I have long hair and I had to go tie it up because every time it brushed against me, I'd freak out. The only reason that sweet little cat is still here at all is because tapeworms are one of the few wormy parasites that is very hard (nearly impossible) to transfer to humans.
No. That's not the only reason it's still here. But, seriously - ewwwwww! I wanted to hose down the whole house! I wanted to wake the kids and hose them down, too. I've washed every piece of bedding we own and I won't let Trevor clean out the cat box for a few days until the dead worms have all passed (as per vet's instructions). (By the way, Trev's been cleaning out the cat box, nearly every day without being asked! He's a good kid. We have a separate small, lidded and lined trash can that we keep in the garage. It's specifically for litter box cleaning. And I make him wash his hands for a full 60 seconds after he cleans the box.)
The vet gave the cat a pill and said he'd be fine in a few days. Before that, whenever we tried to give Oreo belly rubs, he'd attack our hands. We were a little sad, because our old cat used to love belly rubs! Now, since he's been treated, Oreo likes belly rubs too. Poor little guy!
Sunday, when we were having dinner with the in-laws, we told them how we'd renamed the cat Oreo. Dave leaned over to me and whispered, "We should've named him Pez."
Still itchy, Ruth!
Friday, January 18, 2008
A Measure Of Restraint
I've been remarkably well-contained this week. At least for me, that is.
Monday, I had a lunch meeting with a manager I'm finding candidates for. It was on the other side of Denver and I had the foresight to get an audio book from the library. The drive didn't take as long as I'd anticipated so now I'm halfway through a book on tape and the only tape player is in the minivan! It's a thriller, so I can't listen to it when the kids are in the car. sigh.
Since I was out that way, I stopped at the ever-popular Showers of Flowers yarn shop. Shop. hmm. Warehouse! It doesn't look anything like a warehouse inside or out but it's just. That. Big. The place is well known for it's size, selection and perfectly beehive-coiffed older women who run it. I didn't buy a thing! They didn't have anything that really jumped out and grabbed me and the stuff I thought about buying, I realized I can get in Parker. There was some very tempting, dark green Karabella 8, but I resisted.
I volunteer in my 1st-grader's class every other Tues. from 9-10:30a. And he's not even in the class at that time - he gets sent over to the 2nd grade class for reading time then. I don't know how the teachers do it. There are several kids who.... well, they could certainly use a little discipline in their lives. It was all I could do to keep from smacking one of them! He was so disrespectful to the teacher and his fellow classmates. And he's not the only one. I don't know how she does it. I already said that but it bears repeating. Teachers are saints.
On Wednesday, I'm upstairs working when my 4 yr old runs into my room making a weird whining noise. I look and he's got a big, green boogie in his nose. I get a tissue for him and help him out. I tell him, "You know, you're going to be 5 soon. You can get your own tissues!"
Him: I know. I just wanted to show you.
Me: Gee. Thanks.
Thursday, the little one took a 2 and 1/2 hour nap! And the new kitty slept on top of him the whole time. I kept checking on them and every time, D2 was in a new position and the cat was still on top of him. I wanted to get a pic but whenever I checked on them, the cat would look at me sleepily and I knew if I went downstairs for the camera, kitty would follow.
Today, I had another lunch meeting - this time with a candidate. It was at P.F. Chang's in downtown Denver. MapQuest is a big fat liar! It took me forever to find the joint and even longer to find Strawberry Tree Yarn Shop after lunch.
There's these other bloggers who had the fantastic idea to go to all the yarn stores in Colorado they've never been to and buy a skein from each and make a Colorado blanket. F'n brilliant! I am playing along on a much smaller scale and I think it's a great idea for everyone. Make your own state blanket! Mine's going to be greens and blues with some browns thrown in. It'll be strictly sock yarn. I got a skein of Lonesome Stone sock yarn in Mountain Pine color and a skein of Dale of Norway Harlequin in a tweed blue. (The Harlequin is just in case I decide to go with worsted instead of sock yarn. I'm thinking this may be the case, as it'll open up my options. We'll see.)
I may have had a stumble down the stash stairs today on Etsy. Bollocks!
Yarn diets are so boring, Ruth!
Monday, I had a lunch meeting with a manager I'm finding candidates for. It was on the other side of Denver and I had the foresight to get an audio book from the library. The drive didn't take as long as I'd anticipated so now I'm halfway through a book on tape and the only tape player is in the minivan! It's a thriller, so I can't listen to it when the kids are in the car. sigh.
Since I was out that way, I stopped at the ever-popular Showers of Flowers yarn shop. Shop. hmm. Warehouse! It doesn't look anything like a warehouse inside or out but it's just. That. Big. The place is well known for it's size, selection and perfectly beehive-coiffed older women who run it. I didn't buy a thing! They didn't have anything that really jumped out and grabbed me and the stuff I thought about buying, I realized I can get in Parker. There was some very tempting, dark green Karabella 8, but I resisted.
I volunteer in my 1st-grader's class every other Tues. from 9-10:30a. And he's not even in the class at that time - he gets sent over to the 2nd grade class for reading time then. I don't know how the teachers do it. There are several kids who.... well, they could certainly use a little discipline in their lives. It was all I could do to keep from smacking one of them! He was so disrespectful to the teacher and his fellow classmates. And he's not the only one. I don't know how she does it. I already said that but it bears repeating. Teachers are saints.
On Wednesday, I'm upstairs working when my 4 yr old runs into my room making a weird whining noise. I look and he's got a big, green boogie in his nose. I get a tissue for him and help him out. I tell him, "You know, you're going to be 5 soon. You can get your own tissues!"
Him: I know. I just wanted to show you.
Me: Gee. Thanks.
Thursday, the little one took a 2 and 1/2 hour nap! And the new kitty slept on top of him the whole time. I kept checking on them and every time, D2 was in a new position and the cat was still on top of him. I wanted to get a pic but whenever I checked on them, the cat would look at me sleepily and I knew if I went downstairs for the camera, kitty would follow.
Today, I had another lunch meeting - this time with a candidate. It was at P.F. Chang's in downtown Denver. MapQuest is a big fat liar! It took me forever to find the joint and even longer to find Strawberry Tree Yarn Shop after lunch.
There's these other bloggers who had the fantastic idea to go to all the yarn stores in Colorado they've never been to and buy a skein from each and make a Colorado blanket. F'n brilliant! I am playing along on a much smaller scale and I think it's a great idea for everyone. Make your own state blanket! Mine's going to be greens and blues with some browns thrown in. It'll be strictly sock yarn. I got a skein of Lonesome Stone sock yarn in Mountain Pine color and a skein of Dale of Norway Harlequin in a tweed blue. (The Harlequin is just in case I decide to go with worsted instead of sock yarn. I'm thinking this may be the case, as it'll open up my options. We'll see.)
I may have had a stumble down the stash stairs today on Etsy. Bollocks!
Yarn diets are so boring, Ruth!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Sheep Tails
My four year old boy loooooves those soft, furry, little sheep tails. He tells us about them all the time. Anytime we ask/tell him to do something, he just wants to talk about sheep.
Us: D2, did you brush your teeth yet?
D2: Wool, butt...
Us: D2, it's time for bed.
D2: Wool, butt....
Us: D2, finish your peas, honey.
D2: Wool, butt...
Sometimes, just for fun he talks about their beautiful, sweet, brown eyes.
Us: D2, where's your socks?
D2: Wool, eye...
It's actually kind of nice to have at least one other person in the house that appreciates a sheep's sacrifice as much as I do.
Sigh, Ruth!
Us: D2, did you brush your teeth yet?
D2: Wool, butt...
Us: D2, it's time for bed.
D2: Wool, butt....
Us: D2, finish your peas, honey.
D2: Wool, butt...
Sometimes, just for fun he talks about their beautiful, sweet, brown eyes.
Us: D2, where's your socks?
D2: Wool, eye...
It's actually kind of nice to have at least one other person in the house that appreciates a sheep's sacrifice as much as I do.
Sigh, Ruth!
Monday, January 14, 2008
2008 Wish List
These are things I'll be saving up for this year...
Home Theater Speaker System - the kind with little speakers to replace the behemoths currently residing on top of our entertainment center. I hope to have these by my husband's birthday in August - should make a nice present for him.
Bike Helmet - we got this really nice bike off Craig's List for me. It only cost $40 and I haven't ridden it yet because A) bikes scare me and B) no helmet.
Chest For Bedroom - the kind we can put at the end of our bed. The kind where we can sit and put our shoes on. The kind where I can put my grandma's linens. Or yarn. Probably yarn.
Rec Center Membership - $600/year for the whole family. Probably do-able. I'm going to ask Dave for this for my birthday in April. I'll even pay for it!
Phone Headset - for my office. I spend a good portion of the day on the phone with candidates and managers. My neck's starting to hurt!
Computer Speakers - also for my office. I'd love to be able to hear things through the computer I use the most.
That's it. Not too much, I think.
Wishing on a star, Ruth!
Home Theater Speaker System - the kind with little speakers to replace the behemoths currently residing on top of our entertainment center. I hope to have these by my husband's birthday in August - should make a nice present for him.
Bike Helmet - we got this really nice bike off Craig's List for me. It only cost $40 and I haven't ridden it yet because A) bikes scare me and B) no helmet.
Chest For Bedroom - the kind we can put at the end of our bed. The kind where we can sit and put our shoes on. The kind where I can put my grandma's linens. Or yarn. Probably yarn.
Rec Center Membership - $600/year for the whole family. Probably do-able. I'm going to ask Dave for this for my birthday in April. I'll even pay for it!
Phone Headset - for my office. I spend a good portion of the day on the phone with candidates and managers. My neck's starting to hurt!
Computer Speakers - also for my office. I'd love to be able to hear things through the computer I use the most.
That's it. Not too much, I think.
Wishing on a star, Ruth!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
The. END!!
The NeverEnding Blanket has finally come to an end!
It only took 11 skeins of Lion Brand Homespun and about a year! That's 2,035 yards of bulky, more or less. As you can see from the middle, it started out as a Moderne Blanket from the Mason-Dixon book. But my husband kept saying it needed to be bigger, so it would cover all four of us on the couch. (He kept asking me, "Isn't it finished yet?? and I'd tell him, "As far as I'm concerned, it was finished 3 or 4 skeins ago!")
It's final measurements are roughly 60" X 67". I was weaving in ends as I went along and only had about 6 more ends to weave in when I finished it yesterday. No sweat. I don't actually consider something an FO until all ends are woven in and seams are seamed - but that's just for my own stuff.
For the edging, I used the last skein I had and crocheted a slip stitch all the way around then the next round I single crocheted through the front loop only, then kept single crocheting (through both loops) around and around until I ran out (stopping at a corner).
It's not as misshapen as it looks but when a six year old offers to help you straighten it out, you can't really expect actually straightness.
It's super warm and ways easily 10 pounds! And it's nice and stretchy, too! And the boys like it.
Feeling toasty, Ruth!
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