That Tall Girl


Hey, Hey! I Might Stick with This.
July 8, 2008, 5:22 pm
Filed under: gym, love, run, sports, tmi tuesdays | Tags: , , , ,

giants having too much fun, i guess

TMI Tuesday anyone?? I dont think that this week’s post will be as… um… personal as last week’s- but it still is TMI :p . Today’s topic: Bras.

It’s a love hate relationship, really. Let me just say that I officially hate my bras with underwire. They poke me and are stiff. They are not very convinient for lounging around because they don’t let you move… But let me add that I used to love them back during freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior year… well i guess it’s just recently that I have started to hate them :/

Even though there is an extreme hatred between us (the bra and me), they are still necesary. I don’t think It’s would be very comfortable wearing a blouse w/o one. And running? One word: OUCH!

And since I have been doing a lot more running lately, I’ve been wearing sports bras more often. My conclusion: the next best thing to going au natural. That is why I’ve been pretty much living in them recently… along with other articles of clothing of course 😉

So I guess we should get to the styles of bras i like. I have pretty much completely switched over to the Hanes Sport bras- 2 for $8 baby! I’m cheap and they have enough support for me.

I suppose I could ask what kind of bras you all like- but that would be kind of personal, huh?



TMI Tuesday
July 2, 2008, 2:37 am
Filed under: family, fun, my day, sports, tmi tuesdays | Tags: , , , , ,

Today I caved in and decided to drive to Branson, MO to see B play. So dad and I started on our drive a bit before dinner. But there’s something that you need to know…

I had baaaaad gas all afternoon. It started shortly after I left the gym- good thing too since gym-boy decided to start a conversation with me while we were lifting weights today (I skipped my run to lift while he was up there… I know, that’s bad). It was the kind where you feel like you have to lean to one side so it can escape properly (I said TMI Tuesday for a reason). It was explosion after explosion and it didn’t let up when I got in the car with dad.

I guess you could say it’s a good thing that I had gas. I mean you can’t have a road trip without a gaseous passenger. Since dad didn’t especially care for the smell he made me open the window each time I had to let one. Which is fine, he does that frequently on our road trips… but I never knew the reason why before this trip.

You see, the car smelled like “road trip”. The only thing I can pin down that aroma to is my gas. I guess I could add that the minivan constantly smells of road trip. What does that mean mom??