boob talk coming.. you are forewarned!!

ok, now, I am not one to complain..... much.... ok, maybe I complain alot. BUT what I have to complain about today has been with me for about 41 years conservatively.... Now like most girls, I was excited when I started to "blossom". I just had no idea that apparently I would never stop blossoming. OH, all my friends who nursed got smaller.... my daughter who nursed, got smaller... and ME.... who nursed 4..... 4...... count them 4 children??(truthfully I think I really could have fed a small nation).... bumpkus... oh no.... I got even bigger...There just seems something wrong about your boobs being so big you can't see your feet! No wonder I have so many broken toes! Ok, now granted, I am about 30 heavier than when I had my last child.... and even though I know better, I would swear that 30 pounds are hanging off my shoulders and neck.... honestly, OUCH! It has long been the bane of my existence.... or THEY have I should say.... now, Al being a boob man(a LoMaglio trait it seems) he isn't complaining.... Shopping for bras is torture... I take in 3 or 4... no they don't fit... get all dressed go back out, get 3 or 4 more, go back in try them on... no, they don't fit... get all dressed(cause you see I am always alone when I shop... but that is a different post).... it is never ending...... So, today in the shower I wrote a song about it... and I am burdening you with it as well.... it is sung to the tune: Love lift us up where we belong.... if you don't know it youtube before you sing my song.. so here goes"

Where, can I find a bra

That can keep, my girls up high

All I know is they're hard to find

If you're small, you just don't realize

These "puppies" are large

They're like mountains, in my way

And they just must be contained

Please lift them up where they belong

Higher on my chest

Where I see all the rest

Please lift them up where they belong

Stop them from hanging low

Before they hit the flo'

Some girls can go out to shop

Their selection is quite large

Show me where I can find my size

And I don't, care what the charge

My choices are slim

They're like armor, not real nice

It's like squeezing my chest in a vice

Please lift them up where they belong

higher on my chest

where I see all the rest

please lift them up where they belong

if it could be pretty too....

I wouldn't cry boo hooo.......

Ok, there I vented in word and song... Now I am just praying I can lose my weight... maybe they will become controllable then. And at least I won't smack myself in the face while I am dancing at the wedding..... *sigh.....

Fluff or "Ode to Vanilla Yogurt"

Here I am again! So many things to say that I am having a hard time processing them into an order that makes any sense. So, I guess I will revert to fluff....

Can I just say how much I love.. love.. vanilla yogurt? I never knew this ( I recently found this out about vanilla pudding too, but that is a different topic)... right now I think it is the best thing on the planet... and when you add blueberries.... real blueberries... (not some mushed up stuff like you get when you buy blueberry yogurt, sorry if I offend any blueberry yogurt lovers) it is the cat's pajamas... the bee's knee's.... top shelf... whatever other adjective you want to use to describe it. I have been buying Wegman's vanilla yogurt in the box of 12 or 16 not sure how many are in there, for some weeks now. UNTIL this week when I went to 2 different Wegmans and they didn't have any..... aarrggghhhh!! Ok, so it is not the end of the world, I can buy the big tub(I did-gone) or some individuals(I did-soon will be gone) until they get some in.... and they better get some in! I like the individual tubs better and they cost more when you buy the singles....but I digress.. where was I.... OH, so, in the vanilla yogurt I have been putting Wegmans frozen blueberries. Yum... it is heavenly... or so I thought..... this week I shopped at BJS and bought frozen Wymans Maine Blueberries. I had them for the first time last night... and I will never buy plain old blueberries again! I don't know why Maine Blueberries are so special, but I am telling you they are. They are teeny tiny....I have no idea why that makes them different, but I now know what heavenly vanilla/blueberry yogurt tastes like! I highly suggest you give it a try. It has successfully replaced ice cream for me, and I need all the help I can get with a wedding coming in November....

So there ya have it... some "fluff" .... maybe tomorrow I can clue you in on Pomegranate Craisins...

(oh, and yes, I do know this is not truly an ode... what a good idea tho.. ya'll know I could do it, you have seen my "poetry" haha)

Teeth! ....

Root canal? Really? Is that tooth really worth all that? I can just pull it, the doc said it is my second molar and I would probably not miss it.... and it would take years for the molar above it to shift down because it is not supported... and by years he meant, I would likely not have to worry about it in my lifetime.. so, he called me old... which is ok since he is right around my age I guess..... After all, I have lived at this point what is likely more than half of my life span... yikes.... no one likes to think that... at least not me.... but I don't know if I like the idea of just yanking out a perfectly good tooth otherwise.. nice and strong root etc, ...... But I also don't know if I want to spend double or triple the price to save it either... This getting old stuff is not all that it is cracked up to be... sure, you have "wisdom"... but if I am so wise how come I can't decide what to do with my tooth?
I have put it off too long, God has blessed me with no pain etc, but it is time now before I press my luck..... So, next week I will have to call the specialist... either the root canal guy, or the extraction guy..... time to decide.... and we all know how well I do that type of thing! I am leaning to saving the money...... How can I put 1000.00 bucks or more into my stupid mouth? that seems crazy indeed.... so, I suppose it is time to get 'er done... blech..... blaaaahhhhhhh! (complete with Snoopy tongue sticking out of mouth) Dr. Smith it is then..... wait..... oh that scares me.... psshhhhhhhtttttt!

I enjoy being a girl

Well...not so much really. The thing is, I don't really know how to be a girl! I never really was much interested in hair, dress up, nails, makeup.....  I never really had the friends that did that kind of thing together.. as a matter of fact, a lot of my friends were guys. They don't know so much about how to braid, what colors go best with what.... etc. And while I always admired those who just knew how to put themselves together, I just never knew where to start. So, I have decided two things.... 1. I have resigned myself to the fact that I may never "get it"  BUT  2. I have also made a resolve that I am certainly gonna try! I have, after all, mastered the messy bun, I would say about 87% of the time!  And, I enjoy getting polish on my toes as much as possible. However, I desire to find my own style! What am I comfortable with, in, etc. It certainly will not be froo froo..... that is not me for sure...... but, comfortable, wear anywhere(maybe with a few accessories to cross over into styles) Maybe, just maybe, I can be that stylish granny even though I was never that stylish girl or mama! You know..... that person who knows what she is style wise.........  I think that is a good goal... LOL, now if I can only discover how to find it..... Only time will tell!

lindt chocolates

Does anyone else ever wonder why the inside of the Lindt chocolates are deliciously cool? I do not buy any other types, so I have no idea if they are all like that, but the milk chocolate ones are..... why is the inside creamy chocolate center cooler than the outside chocolate? And why does it make me so happy as it dissolves in my mouth? How does it stay cold the entire time? That doesn't even make any sense.. does it? However, I will continue to enjoy the special delicious coolness as long as possible... sparingly of course since they are a tad pricey..... and I shall continue to be happy about it.. blissfully happy.... until they are gone and I forget about them til next Christmas... although I don't know why I don't enjoy them outside of Christmas.. I mean they are not really Christmas chocolate...  just like Chocolate Crinkles... not a Christmas cookie per se, yet I only make them at Christmas time.... why?..... I love them, they are one of my favorite cookies.... anyway....  back to chocolate.... if you have not tried this candy and experienced the phenomenon.... give it a try... see if you are as amazed as I.... and just try not to be happy... it won't work.... cool chocolate... what could be happier??

who's treasure : part deux....

Maybe it was fate that this weekend I turned on my tv before turning in for the night and Hoarders was on. Of course, my house is no where near the extreme of anyone on the show, but I can certainly see the train of thought that helped get them into that unmanageable condition. I have experienced those same thinking patterns. As I have been going through all the treasures weeding through the useless junk and important papers mounds of neglected shredder fodder, there has been many times I slapped myself in the head, felt Kimi kick me in the butt..... actually more like Cher in Moonstruck when she slaps Nicholas Cage and yells "snap out of it!" (side note, one of my favorite moments, from one of my favorite movies btw, I highly recommend it!)
Oh I still have a long way to go, piles of junk and alot of organizing to do in my future, but I am pleased at my beginning.... and for that I am thankful... finding alot of things I do want to take care of on my crafting Tuesdays... special memories to share in scrapbooks, so I can show how special they are... visibly share them, and look at them myself to fondly remember what has been my past... Not letting them be shoved in a box, unable to be enjoyed and remembered. And also, being able to let go of the stuff that really isn't important. Keeping the junk does not make the memory.... nor does it enhance the memory by just having it.. or letting it sit and take up space.... It is not an easy task to realize what is really important to you, compared with just not being able to get rid of something.... and if there is no connection, then why the inability to let go? Or why is there sometimes irrational attachment to things? I do not know the answer to these things. If I did I could be the next Dr Phil.. I just know, it is in my plan of action, to be accountable to myself in being honesty about which is which.... true attachment, and if so, how to best honor and remember that attachment... or no real attachment, just the need to hang on to hoard ... see honesty!!

who's treasure?

Ok, so to fully accomplish my goals, I must make a few changes. I am still trying to find places for all my precious belongings crap  that I can't live without hoard ! If my goal was to one day be on The Messiest House In the US, or  Hoarders, I would be well on my way to success! However, since that is NOT my goal,  I am on my path to Clean Sweep! This is not necessarily an easy task. Why on earth do I think I will someday wear that article of clothing ... like if I were that size again it still wouldn't be 15 years out of date? And do my grandkids really need every toy my 4 kids ever had to play with? Now, I do know that part of the pleasure my kids had at my mom's was getting out the few toys no one had anymore... but come on...how many Star Wars action figures do we really need to accomplish that? Come on man! (or woman as this case may be) So far what I have done has been a good start just a drop in the bucket. I am not giving up though.... I really just need to make a donation to goodwill a  huge dumpster. You know what they say... one man's trash is another man's treasure usually still trash! I have a whole attic and basement to examine the truth  of that statement. But first, let's tackle the challenge of our living spaces. Declutter is a wonderful concept if indeed I can make it happen. Only time will tell..... and maybe a few reminders kicks in the butt, from those who will be willing to hold me accountable Kimi (my clean sweep artist).