Focus: Things That are Awesome

My problem lately is that I have no idea what I want in my life. Let us take a look at what is cool, makes me happy and then see if I can refocus on those things and figure out my direction a little better.

• Cake. The band and the food.
• Pottery with a side of sunshine and good friends. Or interested strangers. It's a toss up really.
• Eating out.
• Music.
• Outside, especially at my college. (Graduated 4 years ago...)
• Reading.
• Writing.
• Helping people. Too broad of a concept though. How about, helping kids, helping my sisters or my parents.
• Kitties and puppies. Why not like the mainstream joys?
• Plants.
• Travel.
• DIY projects.
• Feeling like I'm in the middle of it. Being out in the bustle. Doing stuff and seeing stuff.
• Clowns. No, I hate these.
• Friends. Nice ones. Not ones that say they have to do laundry instead of hangout with me. Ones that invite me to star parties.
• I really like The Office. It was soooo good last night. That's what she said.
• My savings account. I'm so proud that I've been able to make it into something when it was at zero last year this time when I started this blog. It's like my little account of possibility.
• My new Bible Study I'm in; Beth Moore, Esther.
• The new dress I got at Ross tonight. (Yes, lets end on a materialistic note.) Even though its an XL in juniors. My boobs needed some room- I'm no teeny bopper anymore. Ok, all of me needed the room. (I hid the size on the hanger from Cute Gay Mike that granted me dressing room access. So silly but I'm prideful.)

I need to try new things more. Putting myself in the middle of things and seeing new areas of this little town I start to get down about. There's two open houses this week of two businesses. I'm gonna go. I never do that stuff because I have to mingle and make small talk. Alas. I will suck it up and go.

Update 1: Read the London email wrong. I will know the week of April 12. Not April 12. So glad I checked my email about 20x before checking my facts.

Update 2: Liking Harry these days. Possibly leaning more towards the sensible life of dating nice men rather than the more exotic life of a year abroad. But who knows.

When I grow up, I wanna have boobies

I got a raise at work. Its funny what you (don't) do when have you close to zero discretionary income. And then its funny what you want to do once you have a little to work with.

I decided I wanted two things. Tennis shoes and bras. Both are items I have not purchased since (gasp) college. Its been three years. I started with bras.



I suppose I haven't been very aware of my boobs over the past several years. They don't do much for me. I mean, I don't have a particular functional use for them at present moment. In middle school I would obsess over them, wondering when they would actually be considered big. Eventually I stopped waiting on them to grow. Because they never really did.

Bra shopping was an experience. I almost cried after two hours of 34Bs being too small and 36As being too big, underwires jabbing at my chest and straps that felt like sandpaper. No one was around to help or measure or whatever it is they are supposed to do. Finally, I ended up back in Victoria Secret. I figured if anyone would have something, it would the the land of angels and pink.

I finally found a size that work and clapped my hands like a school girl in the dressing room. My boobs were pretty. These bras work. They boost and shape and push and pop those things right up. Wow, I thought. I have a little something something on top.

Well, I have to admit I made my purchases that day and then came back during the semi-annual sale and did some more damage. But its like I have discovered a new part of myself.

However, like the rest of things in life, sometimes you just want a little more. I stared in the mirror this morning in my fabulous light pink lacy bra and thought, wow, if only the cleavage to bra ratio was a bit more equal. And, like so many things in life, there is always some sort of solution for those truly seeking. So, I grabbed the little black inserts out of the bottom of my sock drawer, stuck them in, and whala! I have more boobies!

It was fun. I rarely wear form fitting clothing but today, I did. And man, what a pair of boobies hiked up in a little black shirt can do for a girl. My whole body looked smaller compared to those things. I mean, it wasn't that I was drastically larger, I was just enhanced and shaped. And it was dang nice.