Doing the happy happy joy joy dance!!!

Oh my god!  I am so doing the happy dance right now!!  I am so freaking happy I could climb a tall building and scream until I am hoarse.

So today was the Bi-annual trip to The Avenue. Which means that I got new clothes!!!  I get this treat twice a year so needless to say I get to act like a pretty girl twice a year.  I preen in front of mirrors and prance around the store like the belle of the ball.  I always get jeans.  ALWAYS.  I wear a lot of jeans. and it usually takes about six months for the pairs of jeans that I got on the last trip to just wear out.  Seriously this is how much I wear jeans.  I mean I wear slacks and skirts occasionally but mostly I wear jeans and every six months they just look fugly. (Side note: Fugly was in my Windows dictionary... who programs this thing?)

So anyway, I'm trying on pants and I always get my normal size 22's  They didn't have a huge selection today so I was prepared to be kinda disappointed but then the lady that always has way too much energy for tastes most days started getting personally involved and she looked at me and said that I didn't need to be wearing a size 22.  I was so prepared for her to say that maybe I'd look better in the 24.  I mean I am not one of those blind women that ignores the fact that I'm a big girl, I know I am.  So I was floored when she bought me a pair of size 20 jeans.

I swore up and down that she was wrong.  I might have lost weight recently but if anything I was still a 22 for the simple reason of I haven't lost any where I could see it.  I tried them on just for shits and giggles anyway though.  And OH MY GOD!!!  They fit!!  They fit! They fit! They fit!!  and not only fit, they looked good. I actually spent extra time in front of the mirror.

Holy schmoly! (Second side note, Schmoly is programed into my windows dictionary.  Seriously, who programs this thing??) I wanted to sing, I wanted to dance!!

I did actually but that's not the point.

I did get one pair of 22's but only because I liked the slouch.  I like slouchy (Seriously?  That was programed too??) pants sometimes.  Especially around my period time.  Speaking of that, it must be coming soon, I have an irresistible urge for chocolate cupcakes lately.  The kind that I couldn't ignore if I tried.

I called to get my appointment to have my teeth pulled.  I put it off because I was dreading having to do Christmas with no teeth.  I like steak.  Steak is an awesome thing and I like it.  The thought of having to cut it into itsy bitsy pieces because I have no teeth to chew it... not high on my list of awesome things.  No worries though because they didn't have an opening until February. So I'm good.  She said to keep calling back to see if there was a cancellation.  I told her that I am so good with February that we could set that date in stone.  She laughed.  I have to go get the first set of teeth drilled on Thursday.  This is going to be fun...

I'm catching up on my DVR.  So far I've brought 98% down to 61% so I'm in no danger right now of something not recording because there's no room.  On the flip side, I remember why I wasn't too concerned with missing Hostages the first week.  I'm on hour 3 of my four hour block and I'm about to plotz my brains out.  Have Toni Collette's boobs always been that small?  I distinctly remember her having a big chest in Muriel's Wedding and in In Her Shoes... hmm... I guess they're right when they say For all that God's forgotten, that's why he gave us cotton!

Hehe, And just like that, I got the topic for the Q blog... I'm going to do Quotes.  Stay tuned.  Same channel probably an asinine time when you're probably already in bed and will just have to read it in the morning when you get up in which case you will forget and your cat will be run over by a boy on a pink scooter and your job will spontaneously shut down and on your way home with your cardboard box it will start raining and the box will break and all of your stuff will wash down the street into the river where it will find it's way into the hands of an arms dealer who will use your house as the fake point of sale house and the FBI will come and raid you because they think that you are Alez Al kalif the arms master and all because you didn't get up and read when I posted the blog.

Shame shame shame...

Lol. I gotta go.  Ciao Bloggers!!  Stay frosty!

Rain, rain, go away! Go ruin someone else's day!

We did this, this summer... This rain thing...  We did it for like 21 days in a row.  Everyday rain, rain, rain.  A lot of people hated it.  Mostly the farmers who lost massive crops and people who couldn't sunbathe.

I didn't really care because it was rain.  Sure it kept my kids housebound and eventually drove us all crazy, but truthfully, we didn't have far to drive to get there.  The only adverse effect it had on me was that I wanted to stay in bed all day.  For me, rainy days means cuddling up in bed and just chillaxing. (Note here that Chillaning was in my windows dictionary.  How is it that I'm not surprised but very surprised at the same time?)

So now it's been raining for round about four days now and the pull to just hide in my bed is sounding again.  I just want to chill out and pretend that that the world begins and ends with my pillows and comforters.

Eventually I will have to get and participate in the real world.  I should really hire someone for that.  I need money to hire someone for that.

At the moment, I'm trying to clear out my DVR.  I only have two episodes of Once upon A Time in Wonderland to watch which is good because I keep trying to give this show a chance, but it's just not clicking with me.  I just keep giving it chances so I think something somewhere is clicking I just don't know what and where.

The one that's going to be hard to clear out is Hostages.  I liked it going in I really did, the first episode clicked with me but then I skipped one Sunday and I never managed to gain it back.  Now, I have four weeks worth of the show on my DVR and I just cannot sit and watch four hours of Toni Collette like that.  Most of the time, when she smiles, I just want to climb in her mouth with a yard or six of wire and wrangle those teeth into line.  I had a thing for people with bad teeth.

Which is oddly ironic because I think my teeth are the worst of all.  I just found out I can go to a dentist so I did and OMG  I have four teeth that need to be pulled and 12 cavities to be drilled.  Eleven if you don't count the chip in the front and I think I may ask her to keep my chip.  It gives me character.  I'm getting a partial.  I'm not over the moon about it but at the least I can smile and feel like I'm pretty again.

I need to shower and get dressed.  I have to be to my mother in an hour.  I get to go the The Avenue and get my jeans!!  Yay!!

So off I go!  Ta!