***the good***
something has changed in the gerbick house, for the better, in the past month or so. maybe it's that i'm feeling a bit better half of the day. maybe it's b/c we haven't been viral-bacterial sick constantly (dare i say yet?). maybe it's b/c amelia is no longer a baby (we seem to do better with the toddler stage & up than the infant/baby times). maybe it's b/c wes & i both enjoy winter & it's, uh, winter. maybe it's b/c amelia sleeps nearly all night most nights & we are finally sleeping more than 3-4 hour stretches at night. i dunno, but i am sensing a 'settled' atmosphere.
it's as if we feel more comfortable in our skin. we can say 'we're not doing so hot this year financially' (due to circumstances beyond our control) & it doesn't bring us to a panic. when the girls are both going crazy screeching, tumbling on each other, flailing in a rage...we just sorta smile about it now instead of asking ourselves why god is punishing us. *smile*
***the bad***
newest major home "things" failing: #1 the washer (we bought a new dryer w/in the past 6 months & have our eye on the matching washer...but we were hoping ours would last at least another few years). #2 the drawer fronts on the vanity in the girls' bathroom are starting to fall off. as in, unsuspecting person pulls gently open the drawer looking for a hair do-hickey & instead find that the drawer front is being held in their hand by the knob. #3 our carpet. i know i've brought the nastiness of our carpet up a few times, but today it reached a new low. adeline did a poopy dance & after trying to go on the toilet (which is now perpetually clogged b/c addy is now trying to wipe after peeing & instead of using the 3 squares as i taught her, she uses at least half a roll. & for whatever reason we can't catch her in the act sometimes; sneaky pee-er, that girl) so adeline was doing the poopy dance & i finally gave in & handed her a pull up. she pooped in a matter of 2 minutes, nearly a record for her & so i bring her into the carpeted area to clean her up. she lays down on her back & out squishes some watery poo in a mound...i think i even saw it bubbling as it seeped into the carpet. see? new carpet low. #4 cable. wes & i have yet to find a show that makes us glad we have cable. i mean, out of 200 channels you'd think there would be something a tad bit more exciting. how many reality shows can there be?!
***the ugly***
hi. my name is heidi & i'm an addict. my drug of choice: black *stretchy pants*. but here are my excuses: b/c of the bleak economy there are so many sales going on. since we live nearly next to a mall & this mall has an indoor playground that i frequent, i get to see all the sales. you know, sales on stretchy pants, & my most favorite, the black variety. b/c black goes with everything. like any of the 16 crew neck cotton-mix stretchy shirts. in all colors, the shirts. so that's not so much an addiction, am i correct?
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also! yesterday i was shopping with my sister. i decided to try victoria secrets again, after being sworn against them since i worked for their credit card company in college. to be perfectly honest i had purchased a few bras from them after adeline was born. (true confessions are so difficult). so, yesterday i was agonizing my bra choices before going out & wes & i finally decided that after buying a few from jcpenny 6 months ago--i might add from the junior's department, which the sales woman told me to do b/c of my size-- but these bras suck rat toes. so yes, wes & i decided that it was time to buy some new bras, especially after the post-surgery loss of 15 pounds.
so i go to victoria secrets yesterday on a saturday afternoon, during their semi-annual sale. stupid, i know. but i wasn't so much looking at the bras on sale. so i get fitted & she gives me an assortment of their bras to try on. none fit me correctly, unless i wanted to feel like my sternum was being sat on by amelia all day. so i ask the fitting room sales lady to get some others for me & she gives me a blank look & is like 'that's what we have, why don't you tell me how they are not fitting you' so i show her the leaning over problem (you can see everything) & then the way it makes me more flat & then how it gathers any sort of back fat i have into one clump, etc, etc. & she is like 'well, your situation is a difficult one to fit'. i nearly slugged her.
i know i have small jugs (jugs may not even be the correct word to describe my breasts, lol) but so do other women! come on, i can't be the only woman with this size, right? so i just give this sales lady a look & hand her the bras, get my shirt back on, & leave. then i bitch to my sister about it for the rest of our time in the mall & on the way out we walk through van maur, b/c we had parked through that store, & i just took a glance at their stuff & kristi (my sister) nearly shoved me into a dressing room with a kind, older lady names SAZ who listened to my moans about my bra situation, did a size fitting, left, & returned soon with a handful of nude bras (thank you, do bras really have to be so colorful?). 10 minutes & $100 later, i have 2 excellent bras. i don't care how much they cost...you can't see my nipples anymore when i lean forward in a v-neck shirt, so all is right with my world.
something has changed in the gerbick house, for the better, in the past month or so. maybe it's that i'm feeling a bit better half of the day. maybe it's b/c we haven't been viral-bacterial sick constantly (dare i say yet?). maybe it's b/c amelia is no longer a baby (we seem to do better with the toddler stage & up than the infant/baby times). maybe it's b/c wes & i both enjoy winter & it's, uh, winter. maybe it's b/c amelia sleeps nearly all night most nights & we are finally sleeping more than 3-4 hour stretches at night. i dunno, but i am sensing a 'settled' atmosphere.
it's as if we feel more comfortable in our skin. we can say 'we're not doing so hot this year financially' (due to circumstances beyond our control) & it doesn't bring us to a panic. when the girls are both going crazy screeching, tumbling on each other, flailing in a rage...we just sorta smile about it now instead of asking ourselves why god is punishing us. *smile*
***the bad***
newest major home "things" failing: #1 the washer (we bought a new dryer w/in the past 6 months & have our eye on the matching washer...but we were hoping ours would last at least another few years). #2 the drawer fronts on the vanity in the girls' bathroom are starting to fall off. as in, unsuspecting person pulls gently open the drawer looking for a hair do-hickey & instead find that the drawer front is being held in their hand by the knob. #3 our carpet. i know i've brought the nastiness of our carpet up a few times, but today it reached a new low. adeline did a poopy dance & after trying to go on the toilet (which is now perpetually clogged b/c addy is now trying to wipe after peeing & instead of using the 3 squares as i taught her, she uses at least half a roll. & for whatever reason we can't catch her in the act sometimes; sneaky pee-er, that girl) so adeline was doing the poopy dance & i finally gave in & handed her a pull up. she pooped in a matter of 2 minutes, nearly a record for her & so i bring her into the carpeted area to clean her up. she lays down on her back & out squishes some watery poo in a mound...i think i even saw it bubbling as it seeped into the carpet. see? new carpet low. #4 cable. wes & i have yet to find a show that makes us glad we have cable. i mean, out of 200 channels you'd think there would be something a tad bit more exciting. how many reality shows can there be?!
***the ugly***
hi. my name is heidi & i'm an addict. my drug of choice: black *stretchy pants*. but here are my excuses: b/c of the bleak economy there are so many sales going on. since we live nearly next to a mall & this mall has an indoor playground that i frequent, i get to see all the sales. you know, sales on stretchy pants, & my most favorite, the black variety. b/c black goes with everything. like any of the 16 crew neck cotton-mix stretchy shirts. in all colors, the shirts. so that's not so much an addiction, am i correct?
***
also! yesterday i was shopping with my sister. i decided to try victoria secrets again, after being sworn against them since i worked for their credit card company in college. to be perfectly honest i had purchased a few bras from them after adeline was born. (true confessions are so difficult). so, yesterday i was agonizing my bra choices before going out & wes & i finally decided that after buying a few from jcpenny 6 months ago--i might add from the junior's department, which the sales woman told me to do b/c of my size-- but these bras suck rat toes. so yes, wes & i decided that it was time to buy some new bras, especially after the post-surgery loss of 15 pounds.
so i go to victoria secrets yesterday on a saturday afternoon, during their semi-annual sale. stupid, i know. but i wasn't so much looking at the bras on sale. so i get fitted & she gives me an assortment of their bras to try on. none fit me correctly, unless i wanted to feel like my sternum was being sat on by amelia all day. so i ask the fitting room sales lady to get some others for me & she gives me a blank look & is like 'that's what we have, why don't you tell me how they are not fitting you' so i show her the leaning over problem (you can see everything) & then the way it makes me more flat & then how it gathers any sort of back fat i have into one clump, etc, etc. & she is like 'well, your situation is a difficult one to fit'. i nearly slugged her.
i know i have small jugs (jugs may not even be the correct word to describe my breasts, lol) but so do other women! come on, i can't be the only woman with this size, right? so i just give this sales lady a look & hand her the bras, get my shirt back on, & leave. then i bitch to my sister about it for the rest of our time in the mall & on the way out we walk through van maur, b/c we had parked through that store, & i just took a glance at their stuff & kristi (my sister) nearly shoved me into a dressing room with a kind, older lady names SAZ who listened to my moans about my bra situation, did a size fitting, left, & returned soon with a handful of nude bras (thank you, do bras really have to be so colorful?). 10 minutes & $100 later, i have 2 excellent bras. i don't care how much they cost...you can't see my nipples anymore when i lean forward in a v-neck shirt, so all is right with my world.
I will not shop at Victoria's Secret either. Why do they think that because I have a small chest that I want ONLY push-up bras? Hate them...have found a small amount of luck with Calvin Klein (Macy's).
ReplyDeleteyes, kristin! one of the bras i did buy was a calvin klein bra. excellent, love it.
ReplyDeletethe folks who make & size clothing are also the folks who make & size bras...it seems they have developed a system that forces women with smaller chests to buy push up bras in order to fill out their shirts. it's a vicious cycle!
anyway, i will never attempt a VS bra again. ugh.
Our family has a long history of pushing people into dressing rooms and holding the door shut.......
ReplyDeleteVS is horrible, and the few bras I've had from there have not held up well at all.
ReplyDeleteI prefer black stretch pants (sometimes chocolate brown) with a sweatshirt and a ballcap.
ReplyDeleteYou should have slugged that lady with her round, fake boobies. I would have paid you. I have never had good luck with their bras either Hillary. I think it is all in the name In my opinion.
A Von Maur bra fitting is awesome and they have great bras. A little secret I learned is that you can find the bras brand new on ebay for about half the price. Just do a search for the brand, model number and size you need.
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