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Being a bigger gal myself, I become frustrated at the limited choices of plus sized clothes that don't actually look like a neon pop up tent. I do a lot of shopping at Lane Bryant which usually has a decent selection of cute stuff, but lately, I've become a bit discouraged. I guess I missed the memo on clown apparel we got going for the summer line, because WOW. I went in today, found some cute pants that were labeled “petite”. I don't know who came up with the definition of petite in the Lane Bryant world, but I do know a.) had to be male and b.) he's at least 8'2″. I know this because the pants labelled petite were for a girl who has to be at least 6'5″. I'm 5'4″. I'm fatass. I shouldn't have to walk into a store specifically geared toward the fatass clan to grab some overpriced pants that either a normal sized woman/bigger guy can snag at The Gap for $12, only to turn around and take it someplace else and, for even more money, chop about three feet off the ends! The best part, though, is watching the sales women pinning the clothes on an anorexic mannequin in LB. They're literally draping a shirt over this 20 oz. piece of plastic-with-no-boobs and pinning feet of material back to show off plastic-with-no-boobs' figure. I mean, if you're a bigger girl, why would you even consider buying shorts that show off half the bits you're more than likely trying to hide? Oh, that's right. You wouldn't. Yet the store is littered with clothes like this. They took the skinny folks clothes and blew it up about five times the size, and welp, LB, there you go. Anorexia-in-a-pair-of-shorts for the Plus Sized Masses.

But… there might be a light at the end of the tunnel, girls. Looks like Old Navy has come around. They are now selling plus sized clothes in their stores online, which makes me very happy. I generally like the clothes in Old Navy, and look forward to having another option in this war-o-thin vs. fat the clothing industry has going.

7:45am. My shift doesn't start for another fifteen minutes. Hunger pains. I trod to the cafeteria and grab myself a $1.99 veggie omelette. I sit down at my desk. I spot my boss. “Argh,” I think to myself. “He's going to get on me about my numbers yesterday. Again. Like he does every day.” But he doesn't. Instead, he asks me if I want to use one of my vacation days since volume is real low. Heh. “No, T. I want to stay here. With you. All day. Oh yes.” Needless to say, I was out the door thirty seconds later.

So what's a girl to do on a rainy unseasonably cool Friday? Anything but watch this and this. Why, you ask? The first one makes me get warm fuzzies to pop one out. I don't want warm fuzzies yet because they make me crazy. The other is a bit more complicated. I really like both these shows. They just make my biological clock go, “Hey. Whatchoo waitin' on, Willis? Get the rock and get yo' freak on, babeh-girl! You ain't gettin' any younger!” Willis is right, I'm not getting any younger. But I'm not exactly old, either. Maybe I feel a little pressure since my younger sister has been married for four years already and she's due to have a baby boy in four months. I'm going to be an aunt. That confirms my decrepidness. Oh, I know all this is going to happen for me at some point, which I'm thankful for. But chickie laying in stirrups pushing with all her might and her husband dabbing her brow with a damp cloth on my 27″ makes me feel warm fuzzies. So does hearing tales of how an incredibly cute couple began their relationship together and how it all led up to this really sweet cute romantic proposal and now they're planning their big day. I actually found myself getting teary-eyed. I'm just so happy for them! And no, the craziness isn't here yet. Sometimes I hate having boobs. I'd much rather have a wee instead. I could scratch myself whenever I wanted. Go topless. Not have the craziness. Not have to pop a watermelon out of a pinhole should I want children. I could pee standing up! Oh, how I'd love to pee standing up. But then that would mean Matt would have to be gay. Oh. Well. That puts a whole new spin on things, doesn't it. I'm going to go be a girl and clean the kitchen.

I never used to get into elections, or even care, for that matter. Probably not very smart. So, it's probably a good thing that my lovely sweet man-with-the-remote geeks out on news related stuff. I've spent the last forty five minutes listening to the John Kerry speech, and I have to say, he really impresses me.

So I never heard anything from chickie today. I was hoping to, admittedly. Maybe tomorrow. I'm so nervous!

Also, I never thought I'd dig Big Brother 5, but I kind of do. I'm glad they got rid of Holly. She's an idiot.

On another TV-random topic, I never realized there was actually a Tremors 4. And it's western. I don't see what they were trying to do, exactly. I'm so weirded out by it that I'm watching Tremors 3. It's sucked me in. Help. Help me.

Just wanted to give you an update! Second round of my interview went very well. I suspect to hear what the next move is in the next couple of days, with all luck. I don't have a lot to say right now. I feel bloated and urgh. Too much beef. I think I'm slowly turning vegetarian. Seriously. It's weird. Anyway, I'm going to bed. Exhausted. I think the interview had me all wound up and I didn't realize it until it was over. I'll keep you updated, though!

K, I have to confess I'm nervous about tomorrow. Tomorrow could make or break something Matt and I would like to have. Tomorrow's a big day. Think of me around 6pm CST. I'll let you know how it goes afterward. Just… cross your fingers, pray, do whatever you do, because you adore your Jennay-poo!

I hate twelve hour work days.

My weekend has been way too short. I had to work a smidge this weekend, which I did not enjoy. Today, I went to Mass and cleaned, hence the pretty pretty picture for you to see. I wanted to show off my productivity. Oh, and nevermind the jacked up lampshade. This little monster thought it'd be a great idea to knock the lamp over.

While I went to town on the living room, Matt was cleaning the shower. His turn. Oh yes. Now, just between you and me, he'd kick my ass if I told you this, so shhh. I walk into the bathroom and he's standing ankle deep in gross water and soap, wearing nothing but his undies and a t-shirt. He looks at me, sponge in hand, hair totally askew and says all proud, “I'm making the cleanest shower ever!” I surpressed a flurry of giggles. He was so serious! It reminded me of why I love this man so much.

I've gotten into the habit of letting the little monsters play out on the balcony. As Matt would say, “Fresh air makes them crazy!” Indeed. I managed to snap some pictures of Gatts and Rowena enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon while the Peoples clean. They really love it outside. I was a bit nervous to let Rowena out without supervision since she's a little monkey on crack, but as of late, she just likes to hang by the wood and chew on our cilantro.

So tell me about your weekend. What'd you do? Did you have fun? Do you have any summer plans coming up? Vacationing anywhere? As for me, I plan on sitting in front of an open window, while drinking a delicious coffee, and enjoying the unseasonably cool weather we're having. Who would have imagined late July could bring 72F/22C weather?

My phone interview went extremely well. That's all I'm going to say before I jinx something.

Matt and I headed to Famous Dave's for dinner tonight. Oh, and nevermind their website. Dude needs to lose the big fake gold chains. But man, if you're into BBQ, you should check this place out. They have the best ribs I've ever had! Sticky ribs, corn on the cob, golden steak fries, and thick baked beans with strips of bacon… What more could a girl ask for?