Over the Shoulder Bolder Holder

I went shopping (last?) weekend with a good friend of mine. And bi-golly I was on a mission. You see- recently i've had 4 bra's.... disapear. I'm not pointing fingers or anything... (but i think it was misses scarlet in the dinning room with the candlestick). So yes... I needed some new bras. Victoria's secret. Thats right... I treated myself to some bra's of the Gods. I got there and anounced (loudly) that i was "too fat for this sale!" (Located at the front of the store were some bra's 2 for 32. they of course didn't have my size). I was quickly directed to the back of the store (where they put fat people) and set up with a bra specialist (do people dream of having this job?). The bra specialist asked me my size and what I was looking for. I simply said "36C and a good bra". She raised her eyebrow at me. Asked me if she could measure me. I said yes- confident in the information I had given her because I had infact been measured before (granted it was a while back). So I turn- face her- and assume the bra measuring position. She calmly informs me i'm not a 36- I am a 34- this makes me happy. Then decides to RUIN my day and tell me i am not a C... but infact a D. (I thought about slapping her mouth when she said that). She then bombarded me with like 20 bras. This one lifts and separates, that one is a push up, those two are demi's, that one has adjustable strapes, this one has no straps, over here is the full coverage, underwire, no wire, snap back, brown, pokadots, traditional, great support, little support, bettershape, and "my personal favorite" (her words... not sure what that ment.) I finally found the bra that was for me- spent way too much money and walked away. These bra's better not get stolen.... bra shopping is tramatic..... and Jerica owes me 5 dollars.

Dear God

"Dear God- I need to talk to you" I went to Barnes in Noble with a mission. I went to spend money and let go of a snotty comment made to me earlier. I knew i was gonna buy the book "the giver"- which I did- and will talk about in a later blog- but while i was busy waisting i was walking by the Journal section. My favorite section really. I saw this Journal (see picture above). On the cover it simply says "Dear God- I need to talk to you". For some reason that really struck me. I went through a period of time where instead of kneeling in prayer- I would write God Letters. This was a very "wrong" practice and I realize it. But I feel like I needed to do it. I wasn't ready to talk to him. Writing was just easier. The reason this journal struck me is because of the memory of the different ways I start prayers. Most of the time they consist of the good old "Dear Heavenly Father" or "O kind and gracious Heavenly Father". But have you EVER been on your knees and at the end of your rope? The whole world has crumbled around you and everything has a darker shade? I remembered a few prayers- already in tears before saying anything, bowing my head, closing my eyes and whispering- "Dear God- Can we please Talk?"