There is something very special that happens when you loose weight. Prettier, sexier, naughtier, and even more scandalous are just a few of the glamorous things one feels as a young woman branching away from feeling out of control all the way to "hot damn, I am looking fine today!"
My roomie and I are joined at the hip. I am sure of it. We are those girls you see in movies running around naked, flaunting our assets (we have very different ones which makes it even more exciting), and sharing the bathroom when we gotta. Our weightloss journey has made us even more scandalous in our daily routine.
Getting dressed in the poorly ventilated, steaming bathroom is no longer an option. A towel works just fine until the dampness has left my body before I don any clothes. I also prefer to get ready in the morning in my undies -- I think it's so much more confortable, not to mention in the back of my mind I am still trying to figure out what the hell I am going to wear that day. Somehow I branched out from tomboy to naked monkey .. oh well, its still comfy.
As a notorious tomboy I never thought we would reach a point where I got to give fashion advice, but last night the lingerie police arrived and the roomie was in need of saving. Amidst stripping, posing, and photographs to prove a point the fashion police left happy. Our went the unpadded shapeless bras without support an VAVOOM, entered busty hottness! I am so proud of my roomie! She is a brave soul. A woman needs to be proud of her assets, and even if they are not the most robust of assets -- LOVE EM! They are so OURS!!
Now we are so looking forward to the lingerie shopping party -- I think there will have to be pictures of that one!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
What I Learned in Cincinnati....
Well, Well, Well...
It has been an amazing and educational eight weeks and sadly, my time here is coming to an end. My bags are packed, the car has gas in the tank, and come tomorrow after my final day on-the-job I will be headed on back to school for that one final semester. Before I can relay my excitement upon returning back to my second "home", I must relay all that I have mastered and experienced here.
1. I used to think I was pretty good with a hand held set of clippers. but let me tell you that after these eight weeks "Oster" and I are new best buddies. I am the master shaver! Need your bunny shaved?
2. I can adminster subcutaneous fluids and pain relief in 2 seconds flat to a flailing mouse, ready to chew your fingers in half rat, or a bug eyed bunny. Got a needle?
3. I have mastered gas! (Anesthestic gas that is...) Isoflurane and I have a very binding relationship. Want me to knock soemthin' down for you?
4. Tape, Tape, and more Tape. There is no tape that I cannot handle, even with gloves on!
5. Cardiac Sticks and Blood Collection. If it beats I can tap it! Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump.
6. Ear Vein Catheterization and Injections. There is nothing neater than passing a catheter into a rabbit ear vein.... LOADS of fun ya'll!
7. STERILITY! I can make a pack, clean a pack, sterilize a pack, and prep a pack.
8. The only alcohol I want to see in my next eight weeks had better be drinkable. Because Isopropal Alcohol just isn't cutting it anymore.
9. Harvesting body parts. I can section out vertebra, disect out a perfect trachea/heart/lungs, locate a corotid artery, remove a section of the small bowel, intubate a ferret, and give a mouse a heart attack and keep it alive.
10. I can flirt with all the HOTTIE researchers and DOCTORS! Oooh, I will soo miss our conversations!
Overall, I will miss the people and the bunnies the most. The research is AMAZING and the children's lives that are being saved everyday because it is even more astounding. The people are FUNNY and Fascinating. The diversity is bountiful and leads a eye to the world out there we don't see everyday. Sadly, I have to say goodbye to this wonderful city, but not without hope that in a few short months I will be able to return as a researcher ... doing my part to make a difference too!
It has been an amazing and educational eight weeks and sadly, my time here is coming to an end. My bags are packed, the car has gas in the tank, and come tomorrow after my final day on-the-job I will be headed on back to school for that one final semester. Before I can relay my excitement upon returning back to my second "home", I must relay all that I have mastered and experienced here.
1. I used to think I was pretty good with a hand held set of clippers. but let me tell you that after these eight weeks "Oster" and I are new best buddies. I am the master shaver! Need your bunny shaved?
2. I can adminster subcutaneous fluids and pain relief in 2 seconds flat to a flailing mouse, ready to chew your fingers in half rat, or a bug eyed bunny. Got a needle?
3. I have mastered gas! (Anesthestic gas that is...) Isoflurane and I have a very binding relationship. Want me to knock soemthin' down for you?
4. Tape, Tape, and more Tape. There is no tape that I cannot handle, even with gloves on!
5. Cardiac Sticks and Blood Collection. If it beats I can tap it! Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump.
6. Ear Vein Catheterization and Injections. There is nothing neater than passing a catheter into a rabbit ear vein.... LOADS of fun ya'll!
7. STERILITY! I can make a pack, clean a pack, sterilize a pack, and prep a pack.
8. The only alcohol I want to see in my next eight weeks had better be drinkable. Because Isopropal Alcohol just isn't cutting it anymore.
9. Harvesting body parts. I can section out vertebra, disect out a perfect trachea/heart/lungs, locate a corotid artery, remove a section of the small bowel, intubate a ferret, and give a mouse a heart attack and keep it alive.
10. I can flirt with all the HOTTIE researchers and DOCTORS! Oooh, I will soo miss our conversations!
Overall, I will miss the people and the bunnies the most. The research is AMAZING and the children's lives that are being saved everyday because it is even more astounding. The people are FUNNY and Fascinating. The diversity is bountiful and leads a eye to the world out there we don't see everyday. Sadly, I have to say goodbye to this wonderful city, but not without hope that in a few short months I will be able to return as a researcher ... doing my part to make a difference too!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
On My Soapbox -- Text Message Rage
"Just wanted to let you know that you have been second for a long time now..."
Oh My God PEOPLE! What is freakin' wrong with society anymore? We no longer talk to one another we just attempt to fight via text messaging (which I am pretty sure is the most worthless form of meaningful conversation ever!).
Hello all who know me...am I in a relationship? -- NO! How the hell can you be second if you weren't a number to begin with. Apparently while I was enjoying my new found freedom I magically entered a relationship only to be shit upon and downgraded to second -- LOL! I am sorry, but I just cannot help but giggle.
In an attempt to be "friends" with a person whom is altogether impossible to be "friends" with, this past week I apparently did something very "bad" from 500 miles away and was downgraded even further from "friends" to the evil victim of text message rage. Being deemed the "stupidest bitch alive" and an "immigrant loving whore", who should shove things up my "fat ass." Gotta tell you guys, the ladies at work and I had a hay day with these, but any imput from you all -- have at it!
Note to all girls and guys out there (I am sure there are guys out there too as victims of this text message rage) -- They may try to downgrade you, make you feel bad, and tug on every last heart string you have, but the minute they start to insult you or make you feel bad about being the amazing person you are -- it is time to kick their worthless ass out the door! No girl/guy deserves to take on any of this shit!
So from my soap box I leave you with this. I am sorry I am a worthless being whom walks this earth, but I love every one of you all to pieces, and as long as you don't mind being friends with the "stupidest bitch alive" I am pretty sure that we should go out for a drink and celebrate being born with estrogen - hey?
Oh My God PEOPLE! What is freakin' wrong with society anymore? We no longer talk to one another we just attempt to fight via text messaging (which I am pretty sure is the most worthless form of meaningful conversation ever!).
Hello all who know me...am I in a relationship? -- NO! How the hell can you be second if you weren't a number to begin with. Apparently while I was enjoying my new found freedom I magically entered a relationship only to be shit upon and downgraded to second -- LOL! I am sorry, but I just cannot help but giggle.
In an attempt to be "friends" with a person whom is altogether impossible to be "friends" with, this past week I apparently did something very "bad" from 500 miles away and was downgraded even further from "friends" to the evil victim of text message rage. Being deemed the "stupidest bitch alive" and an "immigrant loving whore", who should shove things up my "fat ass." Gotta tell you guys, the ladies at work and I had a hay day with these, but any imput from you all -- have at it!
Note to all girls and guys out there (I am sure there are guys out there too as victims of this text message rage) -- They may try to downgrade you, make you feel bad, and tug on every last heart string you have, but the minute they start to insult you or make you feel bad about being the amazing person you are -- it is time to kick their worthless ass out the door! No girl/guy deserves to take on any of this shit!
So from my soap box I leave you with this. I am sorry I am a worthless being whom walks this earth, but I love every one of you all to pieces, and as long as you don't mind being friends with the "stupidest bitch alive" I am pretty sure that we should go out for a drink and celebrate being born with estrogen - hey?
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