New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Sunday, April 04, 2004

It's so very windy here! Gilly and I started our "pre-Easter dinner shopping" and we're keeping our fingers crossed. Gilly also just shattered one of the globes on the kitchen light. Thankfully nobody got glass in their eyes.

So how exciting has the weekend been? Last night I spent a great deal of time laying on the runner in the foyer reading Bust magazine (nod to Loki) while Gilly undoubtedly read some computer related publication.

Plus we started planning a road trip for my brother's wedding. We're going fly into one state and then spend a week basically covering seven hours of travel to get to his wedding, but in reality it will take us through four southern states. We're going to see the all the sites. It's very exciting.

We went to bed at around 2AM...and at 5AM I was awaken by the rattling of a plastic bag, the howling of Edgar and a sharp hunger pain in my stomach. I tried to ignore them all but when the bag stopped rattling I was afraid that someone had suffocated.

I rolled out of bed. Which is a true statement because the bed is like three feet off the ground so I do have to roll out of it...Now bed was rather comfortable because I had a tank top on which had practically bound me so tight that I there was no way I was moving. YAY! I love it when there's no jiggling going on. But I don't know why I felt the need to type that.

Anyway, I go downstairs and Edgar is fine. So I look for Freddie and he's still sacked out on the couch where we left him last night. I pet his head and he doesn't even open his eyes which makes me worry until he moves around a bit. So the monkeys are all okay but I still have the hunger pain in my belly. But what to eat when I know that I'll want a proper breakfast when I really get up? One cinnamon Poptart (which I keep in the fridge) and I must admit that I took half of it back to bed with me. No I don't eat in bed but I knew that I was going to change the sheets today so who cares?

Misc. things got done today. Including bra shopping (another attempt to prevent jiggle). What fun! So I am in the dressing room literally trying on like twenty different bras (one at a time of course) and I hear a mother and daughter in the booth next to me. The girl was trying on bathing suits and I give her credit for allowing her mom to stay in there with her because there was no way my mom was going to see me naked at that age. Not after she made one comment about my boobs which has haunted me ever since and which probably is the reason that I always think that my chest should be hiked up to my chin though Gilly assures me that's not the place that it should be...but anyway...the mother was very patient and I think that she was doing a great job and her daughter wasn't getting pissy so I don't think shes a brat...But the one think that I heard which I struck me was the the conversation below oh and her mom saying, "You need to lay on your back and make sure that you don't fall out of it. You don't want to be laying on the beach and fall out of it!"

Remember that Saturday Night Live Gilda Radner sketch where she tells her friend not to let her boyfriend see her laying on her back because her boobs will disappear into her armpits? It's true you know. They do. Unless you have large breasts and then if you're luck they just flatten a bit and remain nicely rounded plus there's the added benefit of making your stomach flatter. But if you have to let a guy see you laying down with out a shirt on do it while laying on your stomach and allow the sides of your breasts peek out from the side (kind of like the video for "That Song" when Rachel Hunter's getting a massage). It's very cute and makes even the smallest boobs look lovely and round. But I digress...

Girl: I hate it. I am small up top and wide at the bottom. I am shaped like a pear!

Mom: Honey, that's an actual recognized body type.

Girl: I know. I read about it in a magazine and I said, "That's me. I am shaped like a pear!"

Do you see how evil women's magazines are? That girl is doomed to always think of herself as mishapen produce.

And speaking of doom, it's Soprano time...
posted by JustKeepMum on 8:52 PM