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I came across this post in The Frisky today and decided to do my own list… seems similar to the 25 things about me that was going around Facebook a while back, but these are all things that I like about myself.  It’s quite the confidence booster, you all should try it… but slightly difficult to come up with 30.

Welp, here goes nuttin….

1.  Being “the planner.”  I’m the one in my group of friends that plans where we go and when.  I say I hate it all the time, but secretly love it.

2.  When my hair gets just a little wavy (usually in the summer).

3.  Being a loving friend, daughter, sister, and girlfriend.

4.  I’m funny.

5.  My ability to rock out ridiculously bright-colored shoes and/or bags.

6.  Being a leader.

7.  Feeling sexy in sweatpants… but not so sexy that I leave the house in them for longer than twenty minutes!

8.  I am a great cook.

9.  Trying new recipes and usually succeeding.

10.  Cheering someone up.

11.  My yinzer accent… even though I really don’t think I have one, many beg to differ.

12.  Kids love me… seriously.

13.  Soaking up constructive criticism.

14.  I’m really good at mixing eye shadow colors, and I’m a master of “the smoky eye” in basically any color.

15.  My really weird-looking pinky toenail.

16.  I’m not afraid to take risks… most of the time I relish in it!

17.  My Wii boxing skills.

18.  My popcorn addiction.

19.  I’m photogenic.

20. My sense of direction… even if I get lost, I’m pretty good at finding my way without asking for directions.

21.  I will ask for directions if needed.

22.  My willingness to try anything… really, I will… as long as it’s semi-legal and not acutely life threatening.

23.  My love of nature.

24.  Being blunt, yet tactful.

25.  Being okay with being alone.

26.  Liking silence.

27.  My pearly whites.

28.  My birthmark on my ear, which makes people think I have an extra piercing.

29.  The fact that 90% of new people I meet  think I remind them of a close family or friend.

30.  I rock.


Last week, I finally did it.

I dragged my lazy butt out of bed at 8:30 on a Saturday to get to spin class.

My arm was pretty sore by the time I got to Gold’s in Latham (from patting myself on the back).  I got to the class early, set up my bike right in the front row and started warming up.  And in comes the instructor.

The tall, dark, broad-shouldered, and cute smiling instructor.  Yummy.

This guy was *almost* this gorgeous

Too bad I didn’t dress up, and was only rockin’ my alma mater’s gym shorts and worn out Bob’s Sub T-shirt (my favorite!).  However, I was still glad that motivation kicked in that morning… and so were my eyes.

The music starts.  And we start peddling.  And the hot biker starts SINGING!!  This is a Britney Spears/Lady Gaga/Pussycat Dolls mix playing, and this guy is singing!  Most times, a guy’s hot factor goes down several points (to me, at least) when he sings to corny songs, or says something awkward (usually he’s a bad storyteller).  But this guy was cute enough to me to not lose any hot points even after (accurately) singing along to these songs.

Luckily for my boyfriend, he’s cute enough to not lose cuteness when he opens his mouth.  No matter how much he annoys me, says something silly (I won’t be specific, as he sometimes reads this blog), or sings his lungs out in the car and thinks he’s actually good… I still think he’s pretty hot!

How good-looking does a guy or girl have to be to stay good-looking after they say/do something, um, dumb?

While doing the Sunday morning internet browse, I found this Good Housekeeping article about fighting fair in relationships, which made me think of a few couples I know,  as well as my relationship.

The one thing that stood out to me in this article was the pointlessness of name-calling.  I know quite a few people who fight that way, and I just don’t get it.  A lot of relationships end after being called a “liar” or “stupid b**ch.”  So why do that and add to the fire?   My boyfriend and I rarely fight because we’ve come to the conclusion that I am always right.  Our fights are usually about me needing to acknowledge when he is right (which is why we rarely fight, hee hee).  Kidding.  Kind of.  

Thoughts or opinions?

As most of you know, I work in retail. I interact with hundreds of women weekly attempting to help them find the perfect fitting jeans and/or bras (depending on what part of the sales floor I land on that day). And the one thing I hate most, above screaming children, getting bitched at for not letting an expired coupon be used or not letting a shirt that’s CLEARLY been worn and washed about 187 times be returned… is this.

People buying the wrong size.  

I don’t care if you’re a size 2 or a size 22, you look terrible in the wrong size jeans. But some folks REALLY just don’t get that. Buying a size two when you’re really a four will not make you any thinner. In fact, it’ll make you more of a baker because you’ll have muffin top all over the place. I’ve seen girls refuse to buy a certain pair of jeans just because the size that fit them was larger than what they thought they should be wearing. Ladies, please. Suck it up, get some self-esteem, put on your big girl panties (even if they’re a bigger size) and buy whatever fits you. Ya look a hot mess otherwise.

Now… bras. I know, they’re a bitch to buy, but totally necessary if you don’t want black eyes while you run on the treadmill or if you want to look acceptable in any decent clothing. And I think it’s more important to get bra size right than jeans. You should only have two boobs, ladies (no loaves or bakers’ dozens!)  so don’t whine and complain that the bra that fits you is a 36D and you’ve been cramming those girls into a 36B for the last two years.  As with jeans, I see girls leave the bra store empty-handed because “nothing fits.”  I call BS.  Unless you are even more “gifted” than I, there is a bra that fits you in just about any store that sells the things, you just won’t wear it because of the number/letter on the tag.  WHO CARES!!  Not me.  Not your boyfriend.  Not your girlfriends.  Not your best friend’s neighbor’s cousin.  And if they do,

Two is enough, pleaseandthanks

that’s creepy.

Ok, and now that I’ve ranted enough for the day, here’s how you figure out which bra size you should be buying.  I even watched a really awkward looking very informative video about it today at work!

1.  Get a tape measure.

2.  Measure yourself just under the bust, where the bra band goes.  Add 4 if it’s an even number, add 5 if it’s odd.

3.  Ta-da!  That’s your band size.

4.  Measure yourself around the fullest part of you.  Take that number and subtract the number you added 4 or 5 two in step two.

5.  The difference is your cup size.  1 inch = A  2 inches = B … 26 inches = Z (do they make those?)

6.  For the love of all things holy, accept whatever size you just measured and buy the right one!!!!

If you don’t feel like measuring yourself, you can try to figure out your size by using the wrong current one you’re wearing.

– If the band rides up the back, go down a band size, your current one is two big

– If the straps dig in, loosen them (duh), or go up a band size.

– If the under wire digs in, it won’t give you cancer (people actually think this is true!!)  but go up a cup size

– If your cups runneth over, go up a size

– If your cups runneth under, go down a size

So does anyone else suffer from number phobia, or know someone who does?


  • Jen: Omg...I never saw that article...that guy IS a scumbag. I hate reading stuff like that, it makes me sick. I'm glad his brother found a good home with
  • Kim @ Don't Kid Yourself: Wow that guy really is such a scumbag- that stuff disgusts me. Glad to hear the dog found a good home. Seems like she fits in great! The video is too
  • lose weight expert: very good art:)