Posted by Jersey | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 04-01-2010
Here’s to a great year of 2009. Share with us your fave and worse moments and what you want to see new for 2010! Wishing you the best for the new year!
The L&B Girls
Here’s to a great year of 2009. Share with us your fave and worse moments and what you want to see new for 2010! Wishing you the best for the new year!
The L&B Girls
It’s a beginning of the new year and I’ve not made one resolution. Why you may ask? I don’t like to set myself up for failure. Why bother when I know…KNOW it’s simply not going to happen. Sure there are lots of things I would like to do to better myself and my life…for years now and it’s all things I keep saying are going to happen but it yet has to be checked off of things to do. Maybe I need some inspiration…I want to volunteer. Would love to…but where is the time for that? I’m very busy…ahhh well I suppose I could be busier. I only have the job of a wife, a home maker, a mother and a freelance designer/developer trying so hard to get one of her sites to take off. Where do I squeeze in the volunteering or church activities or time for church or weekly get together with friends or even monthly it seems. The chats on the phone, I have other things to be doing. I need to be productive not social…but what am I lacking in my inability to better my life…oh probably somewhere between inspiration and passion for it. Because there is a huge difference between I would like to do that and actually feeling the inspiration and passion to doing so. Saying you’d like to do something somehow correlates to it makes me feel better because I know I want to and I keep telling myself I will. Oh the mindset of the procrastinator. Now maybe my New Year’s Resolution should be to find inspiration and passion for all the things I would like and love to do but keep finding excuses for. I would really like that but I seem to lack the inspiration to do so.
I need help here…a real jump start would be nice. So here’s to 2010 a year of inspiration and passion for all the things we want need love in life!
Although it’s only been but three days since the operation…it was yesterday that my husband and I decided to go shopping. Most girls I’m sure wait some days after for this but I was much too anxious and excited to wait. I was feeling good so why not? Beats staying home and in bed…of which maybe I should have been doing. Oh what a day though it turned out to be. I was going to, where else but of course Victory Secrets. I wanted to instantly know what my new size was going to be. Yes a bit swollen and told I can’t wear bras until the Doc orders…it didn’t stop me from wanting to know what my new cup size was. After all Victoria Secrets must be able to tell me right?! It was the Dr. to ask me what size I was opting for…it was a full C. Not a B cup, not a D cup, a Full C. Simple right. So I assumed this is want I was going to hear…32-34 C….however it was a harsh SLAP in the face to hear 32 B. My world just came to a silent standstill! There was no way this women who I just met could know ANYTHING…How could she be working here…I turned around with the biggest look of disappointment on my face. Why on earth did I go through all this to be the size I was before having my baby? How could I be…the same size?!?
It’s been only 3 days since my “BIG DAY” of going under the knife and let me tell you I feel FANTASTIC! I can’t complain not one bit, not even a itsy bitsy tiny bit. The night before the operation I could barely sleep…my husband was pretty annoyed with my tossing and turning to say the least. By morning, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to have myself go through with it because of how nervous I was. However, it was the memory of how I felt the first time I had canceled and the times I dreaded that decision that kept me on track to keep getting ready. Before I knew it we were there waiting for my name to get called. First things were first, the dreaded IV. We both made it very clear to the entire staff of how terrified I was of needles especially IVs. The nurse that had prepped me was amazing…she saw how scared I must have looked because she instantly said, “I normally do all the paper work stuff first but would you like to get the needle out of the way…I promise you I’ll only have to do it once.” Thank God that she was able to make the promise…she then covered my hand with a towel and said, “out of site out of mind.” She was terrific! During this time I met with my Dr. and the Anesthesiologist. Then the “walk” to the operation room.
Can’t wait to hear how things are going for Kristy today!
AGING…I’ve recently been introduced to what this word means and am in a boxing ring with it. Let me explain…I was divorced 5 years ago and became single for the first time..yea first…I know..lets just say I’m a backwards kinda gal. Before the single life I was married forever (since high school) and that’s really all I knew so becoming single was a HUGE adjustment…I will involve many other blogs about that later don’t worry. Anyway, so I was “25″ the last 5 years and hadn’t aged a bit. I was looking good feeling good and aging was the last thing on my mind. So now I’m struggling with seeing wrinkles and gaining weight and heaven forbid if I EVER see a grey hair. Let me tell you why “25″ came to a hault for me. A few weeks ago I got up one morning…mind you I’m NOT a morning person…not mean…just don’t speak to me. I looked in the mirror and saw a couple wrinkles for the first time.
Tell me why people have to cut me off to get the best parking spot at the fitness center when they are going in for the darned exercise ANYWAY?!?!?!?! The weather was beautiful….I can understand if it was pouring rain or a blizzard so whats the deal?? LOL!
Every night before I go to bed I switch my Blackberry to ring for phone calls only because I can’t sleep with all the emails coming into it all night long and all the late night booty calls. Ha, just kidding, although it HAS happened!
I don’t usually erase text messages in my phone but recently while in the waiting room at the doctors office I erased up to the last month. I save the ones I like, the ones that implicate, and the ones that remind me of things I don’t want to forget. I have a list of guys in there a mile long! Is that bad? I don’t know if it is but it is reality.
It goes all the way back to Mark…nice guy, met him in July when I was bored. I never really wanted to date him but we had great conversation…no sex…but he was nice, polite, got along with everyone and fell hard for me. Oops, I didn’t mean for that to happen. But all of a sudden he fell off the text list a few weeks ago. I didn’t really mind I am sorry to say, but I was curious. His excuse was something about not being able to afford taking care of his mother anymore so he was having her move in. I figured there was another woman and still don’t believe it was JUST his mom….but oh well. I am sure if I see him again we will talk as friends.

So it’s the day before the BIG DAY! How am I feeling? Fine, rested and NERVOUS beyond belief. How do I deal? Main way is to not think about it…at all! However, I’ll set that aside and let myself break out in hives just so I can type this post. I keep imagining what all tomorrow will involve. I’m sure tomorrow morning will be focused of getting ready and being prepared.

I’m a mother of a beautiful daughter who’s a year and a half, a wife to a devoted husband and hard worker, an adopted daughter of preacher, an only sister of 4 older brothers and friend to those that let me. That pretty much wraps it up in one sentence. The journey I share starts here in my life…days before my breast augmentation operation. This is the point of my life of where all this begins with me.