Measurements, Please.

She was measuring my ass. You heard it correctly. I had my measurements taken for a stupid blue taffeta dress, that the bride obviously is only putting me in, so she can look fabulous. Of course brides enjoy making their bridesmaids out to look like 80's hookers, but that's another story, altogether. I understand the bride wants to shine. But this isn't about the bride, or the dress.
This is about my ass.

She wrapped the measuring tape around my bust line which I already knew was going to be a task in itself. Then around my waist. Then, beware. She measured my hips and ass. Her nose squished up just a little while she scribbled down my measurements for that ugly dress and I asked, "So?" She smiled and said,"You're gonna look fabulous! Stop worrying! I better be going. Can I use your bathroom before I go?" Off she trotted to the bathroom before I even answered and I peeked into her little pad to see my ass. My mouth dropped open. When did a 6 sneak in there? 36 inches??

After she left I went into the kitchen drawer and I measured out 36". If my hips were laid out flat they would be 3' long! I mean, holy shit, my hips are almost as tall as I am? How much ass is that? How much fucking ass is that?? That's an assload of ass. That's how much. My refrigerator, minus my freezer is the size of my ass. My entertainment center from from DVD player to television, is the size of my ass. My bathtub is the size of my ass. I continued measuring things around the house, making my way around the rooms with my arms outstretched, the measuring tape pulled taut between my fingers, and I was a measurement monster! Beady little eyes, bulging out of my head, going crazy! You could fit three Simbas on my ass. (Simba is our Chihuahua) You could store all of my clothes in my ass. My bed? As wide as my ass.

I grabbed a piece of pretty stationary and a purple marker from my sister's pen cup by her computer, tossed my bottle of water into the recycling bin, and grabbed another one. I calmly, or maybe not so calmly sat down and wrote in big purple letters at the top of the paper:

CHANGE

1. LOSE WEIGHT (that belonged right at the top) I added a little subheading.
*NOT BECAUSE OF ANY MAN BUT BECAUSE IT'S HEALTHY TO BE THIN*

2. QUIT SMOKING (I crossed it out)

2. DRINK MORE WATER ( much easier, that one)

I mean, cigarettes are part of the diet plan. I took a deep breath and looked around the house again.

3. GET SOME NEW DECOR FOR THE HOUSE

I have stacks of books mingling with stacks of books that I've been meaning to read, piled along with old mail, that I've been meaning to read, unopened. Credit card denials, and bank statements. All it will take is a trip to Walmart and my problem will be solved.

4. GET OUT MORE

I have to say that this 'alone thing' takes getting used to, but come on. It's time I went out a little more often, by myself. I don't always need to go out with my friends or some guy. I could go for a stroll by myself. Get a table for one at a restaurant. Neither of which I've ever done, that I can remember...

5. NEW JOB

I get NO work during the Winter holidays. I get stuck in the house, spending hours on my computer, and watching TV and feeding my pet ass.

6. NEW HAIRCUT?

I think it's time for a little change. Maybe swept bangs, or layers. Maybe some new color, or highlights.

I have decided to start task 1, immediately. Back to on demand exercise on TV and hitting the gym at least 3 times a week. I pay monthly for it, and I haven't been in weeks. I keep blaming being sick, but I'm not sick anymore and I really can't keep using that as an excuse.

Time for bed.


Little note, I got an email from a blogger that asked me to promote her blog. To be honest, I can't say I endorse everything it stands for, but she did ask me, so I have no problem with that. Give it a look-see and leave her comments whether you're for or against the cause. She likes the feedback.

Second little note, this is the first, and last time I'm doing this for someone. I don't want to make a habit out of endorsing anyone, because then my blog will be flooded with spam.

Ta ta for Now.

-S

Smurfette was a Whore

Sigh. This is the saddest song I've heard in a long time, and it fits so well into all the drama I've been caused lately. Since I can't figure out for the life of me how to upload my own music to blogger, it would be helpful if someone could let me know.

On to my post.

If you've ever seen the movie Donnie Darko, then you know there was a whole speech about Smurfette. Some say she was a whore that was passed around through all the Smurfs. Some say that Smurfs have no reproductive organs. If they were, in fact, A sexual, you sure couldn't see a thing, even under all that tight spandex they wore. Smurfette, on the other hand, wore a tiny little, white sun dress that was flowing and dainty, and she never ever did cartwheels, because she was a lady. Smurfette was initially a bad Smurf, created by Gargamel to defeat the Smurfs and she had black hair I think. They completely changed her and made her good. Her hair magically changed from dark to blond, and she became the Sunset Tan girl, Olly, of the Smurf village.

Now, my point to this is, since I tend to take my time making a point, is that people can change from bad to good, can't they? Maybe it's a bad idea to compare a cartoon from the 80's to people, but come on...Can't one day a really shitty person wake up and be good?

I often wonder why God didn't create everyone equal if we can't stand each other's differences? It's beyond me and it's bugging the shit out of me. We all loved Smurfs, and they were BLUE for Christ's sake!