First off, I am loving those new commercials from some foot wear company's. The ones that show some tough freak'in athletes doing some serious cross training and being fit and buff....now, none of them look like they are even old enough to have a period yet, let alone 3 kids, but it gives us "big boned" girls a sense of acceptance into the world of yoga-thin. (Yoga-thin would be the women who are thin enough to actually go out into public, to their dojo-candle-sweat lodge, wearing yoga pants and nothing but a sports bra, regardless of the time of year and looking hot as nails. I am a gym-er...I wear sweat pants and a hoodie that is big enough to be a robe down to my knees until the VERY last moment of undressing.....2 inches from the treadmill). So yeah. I like these chicks who are lifting logs over their heads and shit. They are going to kick some serious ass and make it when Dooms day shows itself. For sure.
We have some birthdays coming up (Pete's and mine) and I am shocked that both of us would rather celebrate St. Patty's day than our birthdays. Hell, I would rather celebrate my left boob being smaller than the other one than another birthday, but I was surprised that Pete didn't want me to through him a 3 keg shin dig with
all my girlfriends and relatives some of his buddy's. Hmmph.
I love that spring is really here, but she seeems a tad early. Fat people love spring but hate summer. Summer makes us very aware of how much more skin we are exposing than others in our trendy new tankini's, and we sweat more than
a whore in church, pig in church, pig doing a whore.... than a lot of others. So I'll bask in the sweetness of a mild spring and pray for a cool summer full of turtle necks and more sweat pants.
So this blog went down hill fast, but you know that means I'm feeling sassy once more. Suck it.
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