No, I’m not in a bummy mood. No, this is not supposed to be a Negative-Nelly type of post. There are 3 mini gripes and 1 major yippee that I really want to share. The yippee makes up for the gripes… I promise!
While on the stationary bike yesterday, a commercial for a local plastic surgeon appeared. This ad put voluptuous, bra-clad bosoms in my face at 5:30 a.m. So while I’m busting my butt at the gym, you’re telling me I should look like that? Well guess what, Doc, I’m not buying into your tacky mind tricks. Those are not the boobs I am looking for. (Sorry for the Star Wars reference… sorta.)
I saw a lot of articles yesterday about candy alternatives for Halloween. Ya’ll know I’m into health foods, and I try to follow a mostly all-natural diet. However… give the kid a Snickers! This is what I handed out to the kiddos, and I am not ashamed to admit it.
One night of candy won’t hurt anyone. My mom only let me have 2 pieces per night, and my bag of candy lasted me for months!
Toddlers and Tiaras has loads of backlash. I used to do beauty pageants, and I think I turned out OK. Pageants were like a second sport for me (first-place sport was soccer). I practiced. I traveled. I competed. I made pageant friends. Most importantly, I built confidence.
Honestly, I’m still not tooooo sure what to think about this, so it’s not a full gripe. In my day, we didn’t have fake hair, fake teeth, and fake tans. We did wear makeup, dresses, and smiles.
Like my frilly socks?
Kevin received a promotion of sorts last week. Yesterday was his first day at the new job. Woohoo! He’s such a corporate rockstar! To celebrate, I gave him the dram of 50 year-old whisky that I recently won from Master of Malt.
He still prefers his 21-year Glenlivet, but he said this was pretty good too. (As a beer girl, all I could say was, “Ewwww… go away; I can smell it from here!”)
Where do you find confidence? What are your gripes?