2008

Shyner’scope

After yesterday's crapfest, today is much better. :-)  Even my horoscope says so:

Unexpected communication from someone special – most likely another woman – is likely to brighten your entire day, MiamiShyner. Even the subtlest of comments can take you to the Moon and back. You delight in the little things, and it does not take much to amuse you. There is plenty for you to be amused about today, and you will find that you happily bounce from one subject to the next, not to mention one feeling to the next.

I wonder who's gonna call or write today?!?!  The anticipation!!  SQUEE!

Oh, and I'm going to Zumba tonight.  Loves me some working out.  AND, I'm finally gonna get my lazy bum back over to the rig because I miss flying like nobody's business.

So much to do, so much time to do it in.

HEP!

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Things on Tuesday – 3/4 edition

At 9:22am, things have already been rather odd today.

Things I loathe:

  • Having three nights of weird dreams every time we change something on the bed
  • The dream on the third night being so disturbing that I woke up crying
  • Bashing my knee while getting in the shower
  • Nearly falling down the stairs head first
  • The office smells like mildew
  • Only having a stuffy nose when I'm in the office
  • Manicurists that do a bad job
  • Only being treated like a part of the team when it's convenient

Things I love:

  • My new Crunch Pilates/Yoga video (thanks to trappedinthemindofinvsiblegirl for the inspiration)
  • Being able to lend a helping hand when it's needed
  • Opportunities when I can find them

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What I want/don’t want to be

Don't expect any soul-searching here.

What I don't want to be

  • Cottage cheese – I'd get such a bad rep for being gross just because I look different, but throw some fruit in me and I'm delicious!
  • Whipping bitch – Yeah, just tired of that one.
  • Boring – Hey, wake up, I'm talking to you!
  • A procrastinator – Anymore.
  • Stressed out – Makes me grumpy.  No one likes that.
  • A fart – Seriously, who likes farts?  They're never welcome when they show up.  They're often loud and obnoxious.

 

What I want to be

  • A genius – Come on, who doesn't wanna be really super duper smart?
  • A better writer – I must learn how not to ramble as much.  Or find a genre that embraces rambling.
  • Self-employed – Self-explanatory
  • Lucky enough to win the lottery – We've got plans for that money if we ever win it!  Believe it or not, at least half would go to family and friends, depending on the amount won.
  • A superhero

    – Yeah, Spiderman with boobers.

  • More graceful – Working at the circus does not automatically equal graceful unfortunately.
  • More creative – Yeah, I know, either you have it or you don't.  I'm somewhere in the middle.  I have bouts of creativity.
  • A bartender/trapecista – I love having the ability to mingle with the public but still tell them to screw off.  No one in their right mind messes with the bartender.  I just love to fly too.
  • TV pretty – Maybe just for a day though.  I've got a 'different' look that I'm quite alright with.
  • King of the world!
  • And oh yeah, better read – Not meaning that I want to read more books although I do, but I want more people to read the crap I post!

Okay, I'm done now.

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Shut ’em down!

It's been quite the interesting day so far.  I went to talk to a man about a dog.  The dog looked really nice and I thought that we'd get along well, but the man said that a couple other people were also looking at the dog and they had bigger yards, more time to spend with the dog, etc.  So, I have to think about whether or not I want to try to get the dog or just let someone else have the dog.  I think that I'm gonna leave the dog to someone with the bigger yard since the guy said that if he had a smaller dog that would be a better fit for me, that he would keep me in mind.  So, while that was a shut 'em down, there's still a glimmer of hope.

I'z am tryin to find me some higher learning rights now.  One day, whens I growz up, I'z wants to be the law!  Moving toward that goal, I applied to go to the FBI Citizen's Academy here in Miami.  It would go right along with my degree in Criminal Justice and you get to learn nifty stuff like fingerprinting, forensics, and FIREARMS TRAINING!  They have two sessions a year – one in April and one in October.  I got the email a couple hours ago that I didn't get into this one but they would hang on to my application for October.  I've still got another April and October before I graduate as well but that's still a shut 'em down!  But also, it's another glimmer of hope.  At least they didn't tell me that I couldn't go at all.  I am competing against all of Miami-Dade county after all and they only take 20 to 30 people.  Mebbe I getz in next time.

Yesterday I had opportunity to speak to an old friend who happens to also be a friend of Kiddo's sperm donor (SD).  As you may guess, he is not a part of her life any longer but by his own choice.  I'm not going into the history here in detail bcause it's just ugly.  Said friend, we will call him Howler, asked how Kiddo was doing.  And I let him know that she's fine and dandy.  Howler said that SD told him that he hasn't spoken to her in forever, which is true.  I'm guessing it's been about 2 years now.  Aparently, SD told Howler that after I "took her away" that I moved and changed all of our phone numbers and that's why he hasn't been able to contact her.  Honestly, at that point I had to wonder if Howler could actually believe this as Howler has been able to contact me via IMs and has my telephone number.  But, the reality that needs to karate chop SD in the throat (N-KOW!), is that I have lived in the same house for the last three years.  I have had the same telephone number, email address, IM logons for the last three years.  Oh, yeah, so has my mother.  The irony in it all is that when I was trying to track SD down for legal purposes, HE had quit his job, moved, and disconnected his cell phone, I am assuming, in order to not be found.

N-KOW!  N-KOW!  N-KOW!  N-KOW!  Karate chop to the throat.  Karma's gonna shut 'em down so I don't have to worry about that.

I have the most possibly nervous energy.  Ever.  I like it.  I may go run around Lincoln Road.  Or not.  But I have coupon's for Vickie's and I need to purchase something to squish my boobs together so I can pretend I have cleavage to put in the dress for the wedding.  KA-SQUISH!

That's it for me kids!  HEP!

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Two boobs, or not two boobs

I may have previously mentioned that Lovey and I will be attending the wedding of his best friend att he end of March.  It began that I was working out 5 or 6 days a week in preparation for the shindig, but now, I keep working out because it makes me feel good and I'm almost back to being in "circus shape" or at least looking like it since I know the core strength isn't there.

I was torn on what to wear to the wedding.  It's in Honduras so it's going to be hotter than hell.  I have, in my possesion, a total of three dresses.  One is ankle-length and sleeveless and I absolutely love it.  It holds many memories and has gone swimming in pools and oceans.  It will be too hot and sticky for that one though, I believe.  I have another that I wore two years ago to another of his friend's wedding and I like that one too but the current bride and groom were at that wedding and at our table, so I'm not wearing that one.  The third dress I also enjoy, but for some reason, in pictures, you can see my, um, personal boobage area right through the dress!  (It's black, so that's kinda weird.)  At any rate, I wore it to the current bride and groom's engagement party, so that one was out the window as well.  What's a girl to do?

Fortunately, I was gifted a dress, brand new with tags.  It's even designer of sorts I believe, but I don't follow that sort of thing.  It's the dress pictured but instead of the color shown, it's more of a rust color

For free and for something that I hadn't tried on, it's almost perfect.  It's a size 4 (or so it says on the tag) so I really didn't think that I was going to fit into it, but lo and behold I did.  Almost.  Can you see how the waistline is high and shirred?  Well, it fits from there down.  The top gaps open some where I'm supposed to have boobs.  <sigh>

I've been long contemplating having an enhancement.  Mainly for this exact reason.  Clothes don't fit me properly.  Seriously, I can't fit the boob area in a size 4 dress.  WTF is that?  Somehow I've made it 34 years, had a child and still can't fill a friggin B-cup.

Is it the end of the world?  No, of course it isn't.  Does Lovey care?  No.  I've got the same amount of boobs now as when he met me.  It's just me and my issues.

I am pretty sure that we've advanced far enough that having this procedure is relatively safe if done by a reputable doctor. (All surgery involves some risk.)  I realize that I'll be out of commission for a few days to a week.  But I can't really think of any other reason not to do it.  I'm not talking porn star DD's or anything here because that would just look stupid on my frame, but a small C would work wonders.

Why am I telling you this?  I don't know for sure.  I'd like to hear opinions, good stories, bad stories, pros, cons, whatever you've got.  I just want to look nice in my clothes.  Or without them.

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