Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Happy New Year... revisited...

I finally got the chance to play catch-up with some of my pictures. It is amazing how much time you have to upload and go through them all when you are becoming infected with the plague.

Yeah, I've been fighting it for a couple weeks, but I am pretty sure that the sickness is winning.

And for the record, I am not down with the sickness.

Anywhoo... while I pretend to rest while really coming up with secret ninja moves to kick this shit... let's enjoy some pictures from almost a month ago...

That's right. Let's do a New Year's recap.

                                        Me & Finch                          An incredibly attractive pic of me & N

Awww the happy couple.                                    Realizing that next New Year's we will be married!!!
                                             Introducing Jules... isn't she adorable? LOVE her!

 Since I suck as much at taking pictures as I do loading them... most of them were taken by J$. Who not only takes it upon herself to make sure that she takes pictures for me, but also kindly requested that I replace my busted ass ghetto camera that is held together by scotch tape and register for a new one.

Will do J$. Will do.

There were also a bunch of pictures from after we left too, but I will be nice and not post them. Let's just say that pictures taken at 3 AM at a New Year's Eve party should NEVER end up on the internet. However... to all those involved... they are blackmail quality. Consider yourself warned. Heh.

We had a great time at New Year's. Although we couldn't quite wrap our heads around the fact that an entire year had passed since the last time we celebrated.

And now I can't believe that the first month of 2012 is gone.

Time is going by waaaaay too fast.

Well... here is my half-assed post about New Year's. Know that more pics will be coming. Just who knows when I will actually post it all!

Monday, January 30, 2012

Weekend Recap

Oh Monday. I despise you.

It probably didn't help that I woke up feeling like I swallowed glass. And can someone tell me how I am supposed to go running tonight when I can't breathe out of my nose?

Eff.

Now add in the crappy e-mail I received first thing this morning from my boss and the copy machine that decided to bust my balls for half an hour.

Needless to say... not a fan of today. Oy.

But, shit happens right?

Anyway... this weekend was a good one. We had the gender reveal part for Mr. & Mrs. C. If I had some of my wits about me (and didn't spend my Sunday regretting most of what I drank on Saturday night) I would have the pictures for you to see.

But, I don't. Because I am a big fat picture failure. (Notice how it has been over a week and I haven't posted the bridesmaid dress pics? FAIL!)

I won't leave you hanging though...because I am sure that you lost sleep over it wondering...(and we will ignore that fact that I could barely contain myself when it came to finding out. To the point that I apologize to Mrs. C for being obsessed with her unborn child... I've never had any patience).

Soo... without further ado.... IT'S A BOY!!!

Woo hooo! I was right! I am now 2 for 2. Now... if my cousin finds out what she is having and I am right... I will then be 3 for 3 and be opening up a professional baby gender prediction business.

It was a great time and I was so happy that I got to be there when they found out. It was nice to be a part of that special moment. So much fun!

Then I proceeded to do what you do at any gender reveal party... kick some beer pong ass. Seriously, I was on fire. Until I realized that mixing wine and beer = no bueno.

I was silly and assumed that since they have a fabulous rhyme about liquor and beer... and NOT one about wine and beer then I should be all set. They probably just figured no one would be that stupid.

Hence, my feeling under the weather on Sunday. And my mother having to come over and peel me off the couch at 4PM, tell me to get out of my PJs, and go grocery shopping. Thanks Mom!

Other than that... the weekend was pretty low key. Ya know. The usual.

And next weekend is the mother effing SUPERBOWL!!! Sooo....needless to say I am excited.

BUT... I have a 7 AM meeting the next day (awesome) so not only will I be not hungover on Monday (like I had originally planned) BUT... I am the DD.

Whatever.

Anywho... I hope you all had a wonderful weekend as well. And I hope your Monday isn't being a snarky little bitch too.

Smooches.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Firm Fridays: Week 4


Alright lovelies, it's that time of the week again where I bitch and moan about how much it suck to lose weight tell you all about my progress.

I had a questionable weekend. I wasn't absolutely horrible, but let's just say that I wasn't well-behaved. I would love to blame it on the football game, but to be honest I just kind of let myself go for the weekend.

Although, I have made some strides since I used to not record my bad days in MyFitnessPal. Because apparently if no one say how shitty I was eating it didn't count?

Anywho... I got back on track on Monday. Watching what I ate. Counting calories. And continuing Couch to 5K (which is getting pretty damn hard. I'm nervous I'm going to pass out in the tiny little gym and smack my head an no one will find me for days. Because that's realistic?)

I'm happy to report that I saw some poundage disappear this week. Only 1.4 but it is better than nothing. Lost a few more inches too. I'm feeling better. And lighter. I'm almost at the 5 pound mark... which makes be blood hungry to see 10 lbs. Hopefully that is enough determination to stick with it.

Here are this weeks stats and some before/work in progress pics. You can see a little difference (if you have children in the room cover their eyes, they do not need this image of love handles burned into their brain).

                                          Start                                                                        Week 3
Weight: 178.4 (1.1 lbs this week, 3.6 total)
Thigh: 24.5" (0.5" loss total)
Hips: 40.5 (apparently this can change! 1.5" total)
Waist: 37.5 (None this week, 3" total)
Arm: 12.5" (0.5 from last week, 1" total)

Sooo... not dramatic, but slow and steady wins the race. Still going to work at it. I'm going to try to work in some upper body exercises while I run, probably starting with some low lb weights. I'm also going to try to work out 5 days next week (did I say that last week...if so? FAIL.)

So that's where I am. No where near where I want to be, but proud of myself for making it this far. I WILL be the hottest damn bride and I will have the sky high alterations bill to prove it. BAM!

Can't wait to see how you all are doing too!!!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

TAG... You're IT!!!

I was tagged by Megan at Butterfly Dreams 'N Things. Here are the rules lovelies!

The Rules

1. You must post the rules. (And link up who tagged you)

2. Post 11 fun facts about yourself on the blog post.

3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create 11 new questions to ask the people you've tagged.

4. Tag however many people you want.

5. Let them know you've tagged them.



The Facts

  1. I am engaged to an absolutely amazing man who deals with my crazies AND my bullshit. If that's not true love then I don't know what is.
  2. I work as an Executive Assistant, but consider it just a temporary gig before I take over the world.
  3. I have a 10 year old Border Collie who has to be the most spoiled animal on the planet... and he knows it.
  4. I have my Bachelors in Psychology. I figured that I would become this world known Psychologist that made a difference in the world... but college is expensive and that was the end of that.
  5. I am a creature of habit. And I like routine. I have a bit of a problem when things change last minute, but I try to pretend like I roll with it so I don't ruin my street cred.
  6. Wet socks are the bane of my existence. I absolutely HATE it when my socks get wet. It seriously enrages me. Ya know. Big Kid problems.
  7. I used to have a face full of metal. I went through quite the piercing phase. And probably would still be in it if it was considered socially acceptable in the corporate world. Unfortunately, now I just have about 15-20 random holes in my body for no reason.
  8. I joke about my OCD issues, but they are pretty real. I was officially diagnosed with being bat shit crazy Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and was on medication for awhile before I just decided to let my freak flag fly.
  9. I'm pretty blunt and mostly unapologetic for it. However, sometimes I have a secret fear that everyone will get sick of me being an ass, will no longer consider me quirky, and just bail.
  10. Apparently I am lose jointed. Which isn't a huge deal until I try and do something normal and my hip pops out of its socket. For the most part it doesn't bother me, but I'm apparently supposed to be extra careful not to eff myself up.
  11. I'm afraid of the dark. At 26. Still petrified of what may or may not be going bump in the night. Thankfully, Fact # 1 I don't usually have to do anything too scary since my bug burly man looks out for me.
The Questions
1. What was the last song you listened to?
A remix to that "I'm Sexy and I Know it" song that was about the Patriots going to the Superbowl. I have mixed emotions. Not a huge fan of the song... but it's the Patriots.
2. What was your favorite book as a child?
Hmm... that's a tough one. I have always loved reading. I would say any of the Little Critter books.
3. If you could meet any celebrity, who would it be and why?
Mark Wahlberg so I could convince him to leave his family for me.... I kid. I kid. I don't know. I enjoy hearing about all of the crazy Celeb gossip, but I don't think it would be a big deal to meet any of them.
4. What did you want to grow up to be when you were little?
A mixture of things. In 4th grade I decided I was going to the be first female President. Go big or go home, right? But then I realized that I hate politics and will never have the money to back my campaign. Plus, I didn't really want to be the President. I just wanted to do what no one else could. Then I wanted to be a teacher, but didn't like the fact that someone would tell me how to teach in the public schools and day care didn't pay enough. You already heard about the Psychologist thing... now I have no clue what I want to be when I grow up.
5. What is your favorite show on TV?
I don't have a FAVORITE. I have a bunch I watch. Some I am more proud of than others. CSI: Miami, How I Met Your Mother, Modern Family, The Simpsons, Family Guy, Teen Mom (1 & 2), anything Kardashian (because I love them crazies). There's more... but you don't really care.
6. Who is your favorite band/musician and what is your favorite song of theirs?
I know I suck at these questions. You don't have to tell me. I don't have one. Everything depends on which multiple personality is visiting that day my mood. I like me some Rap, R&B, Metal, 80's hair bands, even a little country if you get me the right song in the right mood. I love them all.
7. Did you play sports or were you in any clubs growing up?
I would love to tell you about the sob story about how my parents never let me play a sport, but they both read this so I won't. I always wanted to play soccer, but never really pushed for it. Other than that I was too cool for school when it came to sports in high school. Sooo... nope. However,, I do drink beer every Sunday and pretend that I am part of the Patriots coaching team... does that count?
8. How long have you been blogging and why did you start?
I have been blogging for about a year and a half. I had been thinking about it for awhile, but hadn't pulled the trigger. I had one when I was younger on a bunch of different sites, but just stopped one day. Then my cousin started one, and I thought it was a great idea to keep all the family involved, since we don't really live as close as we would like.
9. Where did you meet your best friends?
All over the place. Jackums I met at work. Pickles I met because we had a mutual friend that we both couldn't stand. L I met through Pickles. N I met through Big A because he is best friends with her man and they were quite the three musketeers before I came along (once again...you are welcome haha). J$ I met through Big A along with Mrs. C. Their husbands and Big A went to school together. It kind of works that we all get along, because I don't know what I would do if Big A's friends had
10. Do you hate Valentine's Day like I do?
I don't. Underneath this icy core is actually a hopeless romantic. I know most people think of Valentine's Day as a created Hallmark holiday. But, I look at it as an excuse to show the person you love them. Life gets crazy and sometimes it is easy to forget to show those that you care about them. This is a day to make sure that you definitely do. If you already do every day? Then it us just an extra day of love. And who could hate that? ;)
11. If you could be any movie character who would you be and why?
Mary Poppins. Without a doubt. That woman could do anything she wanted. And everyone did what she told them to do. She was a strong, independent woman. With magical powers. I already have the bag full of useless shit, so I consider myself half way there.

New Questions

1. If you could have any super power, what would it be?
2. What was your biggest fear when you were a little kid?
3. What do you do for work? You don't have to be specific and name companies or anything, I've just always been interested to find out what other bloggers do for work.
4. How long have you been blogging and why did you start? (Had to steal this one Megan)
5. What's your poison? (AKA your drink of choice)
6. What are the three most important features/characteristics that you look for in a significant other?
7. Tell me about your best friend.
8. What is/was your biggest dream in life?
9. What is your guilty pleasure food?
10. If you could go back in time and do ONE thing differently... what would it be?
11. What is your favorite body part and why?

Alright.... now for the tagging.

Kristen from First Name Smith (you said you wanted blogging material ;) haha)
Marcy from Marcy's Mazin' Moments
Lindsay from A Small Town Kind of Life

Get it girls!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

So What! Wednesday

Oh my GOD!

Can it PLEASE just be Friday?!

No? OK... then let's move on.

Oh Wednesday, my favorite day to bitch & moan.

Linking up with Shannon... AGAIN!

This week I am Saying So What! if...

1. I damn near died on the treadmill last night. I don't think I have ever ran for 3 consecutive minutes in my life...which is kind of pathetic. Day 2 and 3 might be the death of me. And I don't even want to look at next week's running schedule.

2. I honestly thought I might pass out yesterday...but then occupied my time with wondering how long it would take for anyone to find me. It's a small, tiny creepy gym in the bottom floor of my building. I don't know if anyone else goes in there some days. Eek!

3. Mrs. C "finds out" that she is having today, but none of us (including her) will know until the Gender Reveal Party on Saturday and I am thinking of bribing her cake making friend to find out before anyone else. I.MUST.KNOW.NOW!

4. I have now lost any feeling that I could wait to find out what I would be having. I have no patience, why did I ever think it was an option?

5. I am running around like a chicken without a head for the millionth day in a row and it is really wearing on my mood/sleep schedule/energy. I can not wait until February 7th when all of this bullshit is over.

6. I'm meeting JP for coffee today and I am WAY too excited about it. Haven't seen her in FOREVER!!!

7. My sink is full of dirty dishes. We barely have any food left. We are in DESPERATE need of food shopping...aaaaannnddd... couldn't tell ya when I'm going to do it. I lack what you call... "motivation".

8. Due to my whole new "Bringing Sexy Back" attitude, I barely made it through two glasses of wine last night at L's house. In fact, I milked them aaallll night. I don't know who this sober, healthier me is... but she scares me sometimes.

9. I use my time riding in the elevator at work to check myself out in the mirror. There is a spot in the corner that makes you look waaaay skinner than you really are. We are best friends. Me and that spot. I reeaaalllly hope there is no hidden camera in there.

10. I have like 3-5 posts written that I just can't find the time to post. I know... tough problems. They are coming soon... I promise. A post about the bridesmaid dresses, I think one about the flowers, a link-up with "Becky" for next week, and a post that I got tagged for (I promise that one will be tomorrow Megan... I wanted to give it it's own day since it is my FIRST!), and then some more bullshit that you may or may not care about.

That is all my lovelies. Now get your asses over to Shannon's blog and link up bitches!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Kayleigh-isms

After a night of barely enough sleep to function like a rational human being (no, not last night I am writing this in the past... spooooky). I was on a considerably long car ride with someone and ALL I wanted was to sit in silence. I was tired. I spent the entire car ride, answering in one word answers, wondering how I could nicely put "shut the f*ck up and leave me alone". Which, I never did. So they talked the entire car ride...about....well...nothing really.

That's when I realized, I am just cranky enough to write a straight to the point "all about me" guide, but awake enough to actually make it make sense.

You with me?

Sooo.... here is a list of all of the wonderful things that make ME... Me! Follow them, and we should get along just fine.

1. If I'm quiet. I don't want to talk. I am either tired, pissed, sad, etc. and I am not talking for a reason. Trust me, 95% of the time I don't shut the eff up. Seriously. And trying to make me talk will end badly. Soo... enjoy the silence for once and either wait for me to snap out of it, wait for me to verbal vomit what is wrong, or... just enjoy the silence.

2. If I don't have anything nice to say, then I won't say anything at all... unless you push me too far. I know I have a tendency to have a hot temper. I'm quick to jump to conclusions and most of the time, those conclusions are that you are an asshole. Of course, I know that I am nuts and usually like to process my thoughts before sharing them with the public. Think I'm pissed at you? I probably am. No amount of needling will make me open up... see number 1.

3. I'm OCD. I am aware. Things may look like a hot mess to you, but to me it makes perfect sense. Do not move my things. Do not offer to help me straighten up. Unless you know the exact spot of where something goes...why don't you use your free time to find us some wine. Chances are if I am cleaning... I need wine.

4. I name everything. EVERYTHING. I give people nicknames. It's my thing. For the most part... I don't like people giving me nicknames, for the most part. And if you aren't Big A or my mom (and sometimes my dad, although I can't remember if he actually says any of them) don't call me Sweetie or Hunny. I will think you are being condescending. You probably won't be, but please don't.

5. You will never make my coffee right. Unless you are ordering it straight from a Dunks or a Starbucks, I will do it myself. It isn't an insult. I appreciate that you are supplying me with caffeine... you just can't do it right.

6. Please don't touch me. I like hugs, high fives, daps, etc. However, there is a time limit to touching. Unless you are Big A, you have about 3-5 seconds and then we must part. The only exception to this is if I am completely losing my shit. Then, hug away. I will walk away when I have had enough.

7. My friends are my friends. They are my friends for a reason. I love them to death even if they drive me batty sometimes. I may complain, vent, let off some steam. Just to feel better. It doesn't change the way I feel about them and it doesn't mean I am talking shit. However... you may not say anything about them. They are MY friends and I will break you. Same goes for Big A and my family.

8. 99.999999999% of the time you will NOT get me to do something that I do not want to. If you have asked more than once and the answer is still no. Move along. The more you ask, the more upset I will get. And then you will be faced with number 1. Also, if it is something I want to do, and you tell me to do it, it will lose all appeal. I will not want to do it purely because I am an a-hole like that.

9. I am well aware of how much of a pain in the ass that I am. See 1-8 above of all of my freakshow neuroses. I get it. But, I ams what I ams and that's all that I ams. However... I would die for my family and friends and consider myself someone you would want on your side. I figure that eventually it will all even out. I will drive you nuts... I will have your back. Win win?

10. This is the most important. I am NOT a morning person. As a result, the first half an hour after I wake up is shaky territory. Do something wrong, and I will flip out and it will ruin my/your whole day. Also, unless it is something of great importance, do not call/write/text/e-mail/send smoke signals early in the morning. Unless I am up for work, I can guarenee that I won't be awake early. If you know for a fact I have to be somewhere early, know I only wake up about 30 min before I need to leave my house. I love sleep THAT much that I will skip the morning beauty routine. If you wake me up, and the reason is not good enough, then forget it. We are done for the time being. Adios.

And that's all. All of the wonderful qualities that make me the special person that I am.

Anyone else have some weird habits/personality traits/obsessions? I can't be the only jackass in the world? No? I am? Shiiiittt......

Monday, January 23, 2012

What it Feels Like to be a Patriots Fan Today!


I know most of you could probably give a flying duck less about football, but 'round these parts... this be Patriots Country.

Now, I haven't always been into football either. But it became very clear early on in my relationship with Big A that I had two options:
A) Learn to love football
B) Have no boyfriend on every Sunday from August through January.

And we all know that I love me some Big A... so I learned to love football too. He taught me how the game was played. Once I understood it, I love it.

Because let's be honest... something that involves beer, screaming, and trash talking is not only welcome but encouraged?

Hello Football... where have you been all my life?!

Anyway... yesterday was a great day to be  Patriots fan!

Why?!

Because we are going here...
Because this happened...

Aww doesn't he look so sad that he missed that kick?

And this is how we feel about it.


Yeah... missing a field goal which would have tied the game and put us into overtime?

Effing blows.

Having the OTHER team miss a field goal that would have tied the game and put us into over time, essentially causing us to win the game?

Effing awesome.

Yeap people. That's how I spent my Sunday. Bundled up around a camp fire. Throwing back some beers and watching the Patriots kick some ass.

The Superbowl is going to be ridiculous. Can't wait!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Firm Friday: Week 3


I promised myself I wouldn't cry...

Oy...this morning was disappointing. I was obsessing about weighing myself in all week (which is the opposite of last week since I figured I lost nothing so who cares...).

So naturally... I lost nothing. I would like to say that I think my scale sucks, but I'm pretty sure it isn't the scales fault/problem. I know my body does this. It loses those first couple like nothing...

...and then...heartbreak.

Whatever.

I decided to do my measurements to see if anything happened there. I've got a little something, but it isn't huge. At least it is something right.

Here goes nothing.

Weight: 179.5 (no change. Still the same 2.5)
Waist: 37.5 (down from 40.5 so that's a little exciting)
Hips: 42 (same, there's probably no getting rid of that. Even as a skinny bitch I've got big hips and a giant booty....baby got back)
Arms: 13 (down from 13.5...meh)
Thigh: 25 (no change)

So there you have it. The nitty gritty.

I tried really hard this week. I only went over my calories twice and that was only by 30ish calories. I continued with Week 2 of Couch to 5K, so I ran 3 times this week.

I think I need to step it up next week though. I'm going to try to get on a schedule of running 3 days and then doing some sort of other exercise. Like my Jillian's video or something. Maybe look up some exercises I can do at the gym after running. Something with weights.

My goal for next week is to work out a total of 5 days. Stay under my calories. And lock it up.

Sadly, I think this means giving myself only one day to drink.
A) Because of the calories. Nothing I like it low cal. Wine, beer, hard cider. I tried vodka and sprite 0 but I just end up drinking too much because I'm not used to it and being hungover (see Thanksgiving Eve/Day). Not really healthy.
B) I had two tiny glasses of wine last night (not even out of my Big Bertha glass) and I had a headache before I even went to sleep. I still have it now. Apparently, homie can't hang anymore since I have barely drank in the past two weeks. BOOOO!

And that's all for this week. I would love to celebrate my accomplishments for doing well with eating and losing some inches, but I'm a little bummed. Eh. I'll get over it.

How did you all do this week? Head on over to K to the Law's blog and tell us all about it!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Save the Dates


I've been dying to post this FOREVER. But, since I needed to wait for them to actually go out... I had to wait.

Why you say? Because I wanted them to be a surprise.

I imagined each and every friend and family breaking into a little Irish jig when they saw it. Their hearts filled with warmth and love. Slowly counting down the days until they could see us at our wedding.

OK. I'm full of shit. But, I did want to wait until I sent them out. And since a bunch of people have told me they have received them, I figured I'm safe.

So now revealing... OUR SAVE THE DATES...

Front

Back

It reads: "Once in awhile, Right in the Middle of an Ordinary Life... Love Gives Us a Fairytale.
Kayleigh & Alex were engaged on May 12, 2011. After spending four years together, they knew that there was no one else out there for them. They had each found their perfect match. Their "Happily Ever After"
And then it just tells you where to go for the Wedding website for more info.

Ta daaaa! I ended up getting them done by Wedding Paper Divas. I had a crazy coupon code and ended up saving a bunch of money so I pulled the trigger.

I had originally wanted magnets, but I couldn't rationalize the price tag. And we all know that I wanted my skull magnets... but that would have been even more money.

At the end of the day, I had to tell myself that not everything had to be exactly the way I pictured it, because we all know I have expensive taste. So we went with these postcards and I LOVE them. We also saved some good money on stamps too since they were postcards. So YAY!

And yes... I did ask Big A one more time if he was sure before I sent them out. Ya know.. because there is no turning back once you send out Save the Dates. Haha

Welp... there they are. I will have to tell you about my amazing visit with our florist that I had last night. She is a good friend of ours, so the choice was easy, but I'm also so glad that she gets my taste and vision of what I want. I am sooooooo amped to see the flowers. They might just be my favorite part right now.

Alright... enough gabbing about wedding ish. Adios biznatches. Until another day...or I get bored.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

So What! Wednesday

Wednesday.

What a beautiful day. Hump day.

If you have made it to Wednesday, you know the finish line is not too far away.

Now... let's discuss what I am saying So What! to this week... shall we? Then I want to hear what YOU are saying So What! to over at Shannon's blog L.A.I.D.

This week, I am saying So What! if...

1. I have .5 seconds this morning to get a whole bunch of ish done before the dreaded monthly staff meeting... and I am using it to blog. SWW is an important part of my life and if someone can't understand that... then whatevs.

2. Raven's tattoo link-up yesterday made me want to get a new tattoo... like... yesterday.

3. I asked Big A if I could use my birthday money to get a tattoo. Free tattoos are the best (well...free to me...most free tattoos come from skeezy tattoo artists... don't go to them).

4. I have already switched my birthday present from Uggs, to the Xbox Kinect, and now to a tattoo. Obviously I can't make up my mind and Big A finally just gave me a limit and said figure it out. Happy Birthday to meeeee!

5. I have a florist appointment this afternoon. And I know specifically what I want. BUT, I am pretty sure that once again my tastes won't match up with my budget and I will be stuck with ugly flowers. Waaah!

6. I slightly felt like a rockstar yesterday when I saw that over 700 people visited my blog. I know that is par for the course for some of you, but that's a HUGE deal to me. Not that the number of people who read and the number of followers are important...just felt like a little special slice of the internet for awhile. AND I noticed I have a few new followers! Hi New Followers! Feel free to send me a comment/e-mail and introduce yourself so I can know who you are and check out your blog too!

7. I felt a million times better when I learned that Marcy still has two baby teeth as well. AND they are the same teeth that mine are only hers are on the top and I am on the bottom. At least there is another Circus Freak in town! Yay!

8. I need to send out an invitation to a meeting like yesterday, but I am avoiding it for two reasons.
A) There are like 150 people and that's a pain in the ass to create a meeting for.
B) It was accidentally planned for the day after the Super Bowl, so I am trying to give everyone the least amount of time possible to slash my tires. To be fair, I didn't pick the date, BUT I also said it was fine...soooo....yeah. Ug.

9. I finally caved and bought one of those fancy phones and I can't stand it. The thought of being stuck with this phone for two years makes me want to scream. Ug. Impulse Buy: 1 Kayleigh: 0

10. I can't handle sitting in a meeting all day. And today will be no different. 9:00 AM to 2:00 PM. Ug. Someone push fast forward please. I give myself an hour tops before ADD kicks in and I stop listening.

That's all for today folks. Now get your arses over to Shannon's blog and link up biznatches!


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

I Heart Tattoos Link-up



I recently became aware of Raven's blog and personally find her hysterical. She's just the type of cool, bad ass, I don't give a f*ck Mom that I hope I will be some day. Between her, Kristen, and Shannon, I think I'm going to be just fine. This girls may think that I just enjoy their witty posts, but I'm really trying to soak up all the good Mama mojo before I pop out any of my own hellions.

Anyway, when Raven started talking about tattoos, I knew it was life at first sight.  True story. And when she said she wanted to do a link up about them, I damn near peed my pants from excitement.

I realize that I haven't talked much about my tattoos on here. To be honest, I have had most of them for so long that I honestly forget about it. True story: Half drunk on New Years, I went to go to the bathroom at J$'s house, and there is a mirror right in front of the toilet. When I stood up I saw my hip tattoo in the mirror and was a little surprised. I had honestly forgotten that it was there. It was like seeing it for the first time! Haha.

Soo... here's the dirt. I have always thought that tattoos should mean something. I was never one to just pick something and slap it on my body. I look at them as a physical scrapbook in my life. Everything means something, represents something.

This was my first tattoo. I got it when I was 17. It is on the bottom of my back. Typical girl tattoo, but I swear I got it long before I ever heard of a tramp stamp. My mom and I went together and she got one too! She's pretty badass like that. It took around 2 hours to do and I remember I was terrified that it was going to be too much pain. BUT... it wasn't too bad. The worst part was the love handles meaty parts on the sides. The moon is made up of a Celtic knot. I'm uber Irish, so the meaning is pretty simple to grasp.

Amy Brown was/is one of my favorite artists. Check her out here. I just always lover her style. So, naturally, I HAD to have one of her pieces inked on me for life. This is the one on my left hip. It hurt like a mother effer. The plan was to get a matching one on the right but in different colors. Never happened. Eh maybe some day.



 A dragonfly on my right ankle. I have always love dragonflies. They are the one "bug" that doesn't make me squirm (well that and ladybugs). It's funny because they always seem to land on me when they are flying around. Call me strange, but there was always a connection. They also symbolize change. And I got this tattoo at a time in my life when I decided that it was time to change. I was self-destructive and in a really dark place. This tattoo brought a little color and light into my world.


This one is on my left ankle. My mom and I got this tattoo together to commemorate the year anniversary of my grandmother passing, my Mimi. My mom gets most of the credit for this one. She designed it. The tattoo artist put his own personal touch on it, but it was mostly her. It was my first grandparent that I lost and her first parent. It was a really hard time for all of us. This was kind of a turning point, at least for me. It helped me remember her and keep her spirit with me, without swelling on the pain that went along with losing her.

This is about the symbol in the middle:     Triple Spiral: As a Celtic symbol for mother and her many aspects, the triple spiral represents the various phases of womanhood, the passing of time, and the unity of these diverse dimensions. This symbol also represents the three phases of woman-ness: Mother in her compassion and nurturing state, Maiden in her innocence and pure state and Crone in her wise and experienced state.

My mom took it to mean, Mother, Daughter, Grandmother. Once she said that, I was sold. You can read more about it here.

Love this tattoo. I consider it a party trick too. I was in love with the book Angels & Demons. Totally fell head first into it. This design is from it. I got it at a time in my life when I was really on the fence about a lot of people. Before, I was too trusting, would let anyone in and mostly got burned. Then I told the world to go eff off. I was sick of everyone. But, I had to remember, everyone has their angels and demons. Some just have more of one that others. The fun part... it is an ambigram. If I flip over, it says the same thing. This one is at the top of my back, below my neck.

And last but not least, the most generic tattoo I have. I was a little upset about this one for awhile. When I got it, not a lot of people had it. And then it spread like wildfire. I was never one to want to blend into the crowd. But... it represented another turning point in my life. This was the last tattoo that I got. I got it done a couple months after I met Big A. I wanted to remember the feeling I had that day. That I had come out of the other end of the woods. Everything was OK now. I was hanging out with a couple of my friends and thinking about how great my life was at that point, and I knew I needed to get something to remember it. I had wanted the stars for awhile, so I figured what better reason. And off I went.

It's been almost 5 years since I have had a tattoo done. Yes, I miss it, but I've really been thinking long and hard about what I want next. I have a few things drawn up, but I'm not set on any placement, so I won't get anything done until I am sure. Hopefully, within the next year I will. I want to get something to commemorate this time in my life. With all of the happiness, excitement, and love that go along with planning a wedding to the man of my dreams. I know I will remember this feeling forever, but I think a tattoo will make it all that much more better!

And there ya go. I know this post was insanely long. But, I couldn't just throw up some pictures and leave it at that. They are so much for to me than that.

As for questions I get about them...I get a lot less now that they are covered up more because I am fat a professional, but the all time most annoying one.... "Did it hurt?"

It's a needle puncturing and dragging through your skin. What do YOU think?

And that's all for today. Thank you Raven for giving me another excuse to talk about myself. Got some ink? Head over to Raven's blog and link up!

Teething at 16

I don't know if I have talked about this on here before...although I have probably mentioned it in my 8,000 whiny posts about having to go to the dentist...but I have an interesting set of teeth.

In fact, I find them kind of embarrassing. You see... it took me a long time to lose my teeth. In fact, the last tooth I lost I was 16 years old. And I still have two baby teeth...at the age of 26.

Imagine that. 16 years old. Sitting in Geometry class and I'm the cool kid that has to raise their hand saying that they lost their tooth and bleeding profusely. It was a big deal until they realized that I wasn't spontaneously spitting out blood, nothing major happened, it was just a baby tooth that I hadn't lost yet.

Then I got, "rinse your mouth out in the bathroom and go back to class".

You can chill with the attitude lady. I never said it was an emergency. I just thought I might excuse myself from class before I bled all over my homework. (Which has actually happened... kinda... I got a nasty bloody nose - which I get all the time - all over my Statistics midterm in college. Just to keep up my cool kid image).

Anyway, it sucked. I was embarrassed. It is kind of hard to keep your street cred and seem cool in front of your older boyfriend when you have a hole in your teeth... rriiiggghht up front.

Why am I blabbing on and on to you about my teeth?

I was talking with Kristen yesterday about her Little Dude and whether he was letting her get any sleep. She said that it was a little better, but that teething is hard and she can't even imagine what he is going through.

You see... these poor little kiddos have to go through the whole getting their teeth, losing their teeth, and replacing the old with new teeth. BUT, for the most part they don't remember it. Even when they are older, it is a blip on their radar because they are too hopped up on whatever sugar they ate that day to stop bouncing off the ceilings to pay attention. It is nothing to them,

The reality? It effing hurts.

Not constantly. Not all the time. But it is obnoxious as hell.

Think of getting a piercing... when they are sticking the needle through your skin and it is about to pop out the other side. Not imagine that the needle isn't sharp enough to get through right away. So you have to keep pushing. It hurts. It is painful. It's actually pretty effing annoying.

And that's just normal teeth! I remember when my wisdom teeth were attempting to greet the world. Only to find out that the geniuses were growing in almost sideways. That was fun.

So, when your little kiddos are screaming and crying. Keeping you up all night. Drooling all over the place. And you are maybe starting to consider leaving them on a doorstep... figuring they are pretty damn cute... someone will give them a good home (I kid, I kid... I know you aren't actually planning on giving away your child over teething, but you get the point) just remember that those little toofers hurt!

And if they could talk... they would probably tell you that they are in pain and maybe you could share that box 'o deliciousness (as KLaw so lovingly refers to it) because they hear that a little hooch dulls the pain... and then give them a couple extra smooches...and move the wine out of the way because we all know Mommy's don't share.

So... that's the perspective of a 26 year old freak who totally remembers what it was like to be teething. Luckily, I was old enough to know to swallow my saliva, so I didn't have to wear a cute bib like my younger teething friends... I'm pretty sure that would have sealed my fate in high school as an untouchable. Just saying.

Well.. I hope you enjoyed my little Tooth Talk. Feel free to e-mail me any questions... chances are if something goes wrong with teeth, I've been through it. Oh.. and also... that Orajel stuff is the shizz... total life saver.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Weekend in Review

This past weekend was a good one. A busy one, but a good one.

Apparently, the part of wedding planning that no one tells you about is that you rarely have a free Saturday. This was no exception/

Saturday, I woke up with a to-do list a mile long. As usual. And I fell behind... as usual.

I went to the grocery store to get the chicken wings that I needed to marinate for the game that night. Got into a minor argument with some jack-hole in the Stop & Shop parking lot, and then went on my merry way.

Of course, by that time I was already behind. Task # 1 and I was already screwed. So, I did what any mature adult would do... I called my mom. And she made a pit stop for me so I didn't have to. Back on track....ish.

I get the wings marinated, all my crap put in the car, the dog all loaded up for our mini trip, and then headed over to my parents house. More behind schedule... eff.

Ma Dukes and I then spent the better part of an hour and a half getting all of the names and addresses transferred over from out excel file to labels. Then we had to fix all the labels so they fit size wise, and then fix the zipcodes...because apparently any zipcode beginning in 0 dropped the 0...because that makes soooo much sense.

Then we get the wonderful idea that we don't like the picture on the label. It isn't perfect. So we spent the next half an hour trying to fix it.

No luck. I then call off the wedding because I can't get the labels the way I want them and throw a minor hissy fit.

I then realize, that I am not going to get my way without starting completely over... so I decide that the labels are perfect the way they are.

Wedding is back on.

By that time, my brother and cousin were there and it was time for us to go visit my grandfather. So we got 1 part of 1 thing done. Not exactly productive. Whatever.

After the visit, it was a rush rush to get home and get the chicken wings started. And then attempt to catch my breath before it was time to put on 18 layers of clothing and head out to watch the game.

And... for anyone who watched it... it was a HELL of a game. I had faith in our guys... but wooo weeee did they come through. I know we aren't out of the woods yet, but we made it this far. Plus, I feel like it was necessary to put an end to Tebow fever. Sorry Tebow fans. He had a hell of a season especially for a rookie... but... he was no match for the Patriots. Although... I just double-checked their stats... and they weren't that impressive. Broncos had an even 8-8 for W/L while the Patriots has 3-L and 13-W. I don't know why anyone was concerned.

Anywhoo...

I was designated driver... so everyone got pretty into the game... and I... well...I drank water and got teased for being a weenie. Soooo not fair. The price of being responsible I suppose.

Sunday was spent being lazy. I was the designated driver, so I was fine, but Big A was feeling a bit tired. Although... I was very impressed with out fine he was. If the tables were turned, I would probably still be crying softly under my covers.

Aaaaand here we are. Today sucks. No one fun is at work. I have a thousand things to do and my phone is ringing off the hook. These are the days when I wish that alcohol didn't have so many calories... or that it was perfectly acceptable to not eat and just drink your meals instead and not be considered an alcoholic. Ahh well.

Oh... one more thing... (because I haven't rambled enough) thank you to everyone who has left me sweet comments about the whole Firm Friday thing. Like I said, I was fully expecting some rude bitznatches to be commenting on my flub and instead you are all so great and I love to see that maybe a couple of you have jumped on the train too!

Aaaaand....done.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Firm Fridays: Week Two

Week 2.

Wow. That flew by.

As you learned last week, my sponsor Kristen started doing Firm Fridays. It is a way to track progress and hold yourself accountable for the week prior.

As you also already know, I'm full of excuses. I can talk my way out of a paper bag (what the eff does that even mean?). And I lie to myself. Constantly.

BUT... I can't lie to you all. Sooo... I tried to keep it honest.

After Friday, I did nothing. And I mean nothing until Monday. It was a busy weekend and I just decided not to worry about it. Whatevs.

On Monday, half way through the day, I decided I was going to start doing the Couch to 5K. To be honest Shannon was my inspiration. She did it and said she hated running as much as I do. So, I figured why the hell not. I have a gym at work, but we are moving to a new building in June and it is a very real possibility that I will have to sign up for a gym then. I want to be one of those awesome people you see rocking it out on the treadmill.

So... I did it. At lunch, everyone went out for Chinese food and I said no. I stayed at work by myself and had a salad. I said I have to make these changes sometime. And I felt so good about myself, that when I went home, I actually went back to Friday's post and put up before pictures...and my stats! EEK!

The next morning, I was feeling super self-conscious when I noticed someone had commented on it. I had put the stats up late hoping no one would notice (although I just sold myself out there) and all I could picture in my head, was some BIATCH commenting on how much of a fat swine I am and talking about why did it take me so long to do something about it.

But... I was surprised to see this!


Soo... I kept at it. I logged all of my calories into MyFitnessPal and kept it real. I changed my habits (for now) and I went back to the gym Tuesday and Wednesday and completed week one of Couch to 5K.

Yesterday was hard since I had a billion hour meeting and I knew I wouldn't get to the gym. And there would be bad food for me and open bar at night. BUT... I stayed under my goal (it's amazing how many calories you can save by barely eating and only drinking! hahaha)

This morning... I woke up and said to myself, "Self...you kicked ass this week and it is OK if you didn't lose any weight. You made lots of changes and I'm proud of you".

And then I stopped talking to myself because the dog was looking at me funny and I threw my ass on the scale... and you know what....

I LOST 2.5 MOTHER EFFING POUNDS!!!

I know it is only week one. And I have a lot more to go. More battles to fight. BUT... that was an amazing motivator to see. Sooo... YAY!

Happy Friday Everyone! From, The slightly skinnier ME!

Smooches.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Guest Posting

Hello, My Lovelies!

Today we are going to mix things up a little!

Today I am guest posting over at Butterfly Dreams 'n Things, while the lovely Megan take a little break to enjoy every moment of newlywed bliss!

I "met" Megan through searching for wedding blogs, of course. I was hoping that I could find some people who:

A) Were planning a wedding and knew all of the insanity that I was going through.... and...

B) Had some great unique ideas that I could steal and pretend they are my own use as inspiration.

Then I found Megan, who I adore. I have been following her for the past few months leading up to her wedding and I am so jealous that she is done with all of the planning BS happy for her that she just married the love of her life.

So, head on over to Megan's blog and read about my tips and tricks on how not to lose your ish and be committed keep your cool while planning a wedding! (As of this posting, it hasn't been posted yet but we all know Blogger likes to take its sweet time... keep checking back!)

Sidenote: I have this big meeting I have to go to with all of the head honchos of my company. Cross your fingers that I don't do anything embarassing or slide on the snow and do a face plant in front of the CEO. K? Thanks!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

So What! Wednesday

You know the drill.

The ever so hilarious Shannon is hosting again this week.

This week I am saying So What! if...

1. I'm still trying to get the hang of this whole exercising ish that everyone is talking about. I don't know what it is about what I'm doing... because it wasn't too long ago that I was at the gym regularly... but I feel like I have had the life sucked out of me. Ug.

2. I am more excited to get my Save the Dates out of my life rather than out. I know, it should be this all exciting feeling, but these things are being a pain in my ass and I just want them over with. ACK! Hopefully, this weekend. Big A has given me a sooner rather than later deadline... not that he is being particularly helpful with the deadline he made... whatevs.

3. I get annoyed that wedding planning is considered a "girl's thing". I would love to be prancing around with my friends rather than attempting to do a mail merge to make address labels...and ripping my hair out in the process because it never goes right. (And for the record... Big A doesn't prance. It was just an expression)

4. It took every inch of my will power not to down the delicious bottle of wine I have in my fridge last night. L couldn't make it, so I decided that if she wasn't coming then I could skip the extra calories. I may or may not have shed a tear every time I opened the fridge.

5. I'm so exhausted this week that my boss actually told me that he would drive to wherever I wanted to get me coffee because I looked "desperate". Work has been a stage 5 clinger and it's killing me. I would like to overlook the fact that I looked "desperate" and focus on the fact that my boss kicks so much ass that he is willing to get me coffee when I need it. (And no... I did not take him up on the offer... I know... stupid)

6. I have this big important meeting tomorrow that I am supposed to go to for the main reason of meeting a new co-worker. BUT... I just found out that he is sick and not going so I'm wondering if I can skip the actual meeting part and just show up for the open bar part. Hmm...

7. Wedding nightmares have taken over my sweet sweet slumber for the past 5 days. It is all ridiculous shit, but apparently I am freaking the eff out. And explaining to Big A that is has nothing to do with him and more of the planning... isn't going well. I think I will just stop telling him about them.

8. Apparently I have nothing else going on in my life other then work and wedding ish.

9. I think I am the only one in Massachusetts that is praying for snow every time. Big A plows.       Snow = Cha-ching (and not serving chicken nuggets at the wedding).

10. I keep thinking of things to add to this so that I don't have to get back to work. Oooh procrastination.

Alright... since apparently I am now reaching for ish to write about, I'm going to stop. Now it's your turn. Head on over to Shannon's blog and link up biznitches!



Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Night of Too Much Wine While Wearing Ugly Christmas Sweaters

I know this happened almost a month ago. But between perfecting my Scrooge skills and then the suckiness that followed... this post got lost in the shuffle. To be honest, I kind of felt like a gigantic a-hole talking about my drunken escapades.

However... now that I am returning a little more back to normal and work is being a gigantic boil on my behind... I need my drunken memories to pull me through until the next vacation. Which... may be a million years away since I have to save most of my time for the wedding. Ug.

Anywho. You all know about our Monthly Wine Nights. I have posted many an embarrassing picture from them. Let's just say, that we all get together, make delicious snacks, act like ladies, guzzle wine, forget about snack, forget we are ladies, and then wake up with a hangover. Awesome.

You would think by the age of 26 I would know better. But... since the wedding is quickly approaching, which means that little bambinos are far behind... I feel like my days of drunken debacles are numbered. I mean... I know I can still drink when I have children (ya know... responsibly... I don't plan to have my children grow up with a mother in an alcohol induced coma)... my point is that hangovers suck. And I'm assuming having a tiny human whose voice resembles that as a howler monkey doesn't make it any easier.

But I digress...

J$ was nice enough to host this month. And we made it a Yankee Swap / Ugly Christmas Sweater / Wine Night. It was fun. We all wore our ugliest sweaters (some of us may have spent 2 weeks perfecting theirs) and drank some delicious wine.

We had our Yankee Swap. And everyone enjoyed their presents, so we got to avoid all of that weirdness and hair pulling.
No... none of that.

Aaaand then we took pictures. Enjoy. This night ended with the room spinning, waking up the next morning probably still inebriated... and then an entire day of feeling like a bag of smashed assholes.

Without further ado... here are the pics:

Me, L, and Pickles

Bumping Rumps

All of the ladies. N, Mrs. C (prego), Jackums (prego), Me, J$, Pickles, and L

Our bums.

And then it wasn't long after this that I was driven home. It was a great night. I love my ladies. I think I just need to learn to eat dinner first...

...and maybe not down a bottle and a half of wine (the big bottles... not the regular sized ones... this girl don't mess around... )

Monday, January 9, 2012

Weekend Recap

This weekend was a good one. No complaints here.

Well...other than the usual it was too short and I hate that Big A works Saturdays, (Well..I do and I don't. I do because I hate waking him up, he's always crabby, I don't get to sleep in with him, etc. etc. I don't because... well...I usually spend the day with my mom so that's nice. But, I suppose I could do both...anyway...)

Friday was pretty low key. Big A threw last minute plans on me, so I did what I had to do... called up N to go out drinking (because that is both in my healthy eating plan AND my budget... whatever). We had a jolly old time and caught up while our boys were off doing god knows what.

Saturday, I spent the morning with my mom and my grandmother. We met for coffee, chatted a bit, and then went on a search for dishes for my nanny's (grandmother) new apartment. I know... you can barely contain your excitement.

After that, my mom, my brother, my cousin, and I met up and headed out to visit my grandfather. I had never seen where he was staying before, so it was nice to finally see where he was. And to see that the place was actually pretty nice, so at least he is living the life of luxury...well...the place doesn't suck.

Saturday night, Big A and I headed out to a Viking Tree Burial Party... AKA a gigantic bon fire where we all burned our Christmas trees. It was a lot of fun. So much fun, that we completely lost track of time and didn't leave until 1:30 AM. Poor Mr. Fresh was probably crossing his little paws trying not to pee on the floor. I felt like a horrible Dog Mama and the drive home took FOREVER. Probably just because I felt like a gigantic ass.

Since we didn't get home until 2 and then didn't go to sleep until closer to 3...we spent the better part of Sunday being completely lazy and sleeping in. Lovely. I made a delicious "breakfast" and then we went on our merry way.

He went to play with his friends. I went to talk to our parents about the guest list for the wedding. Which is probably THE most annoying, ridiculous, frustrating part of wedding planning. Who should be invited? Who shouldn't be invited? This person wants this person to be invited, but this person doesn't. And then vice versa. And by the end of it I was just going... uh huh... ok....YOU just tell ME what to do. Which also got me nowhere.

So... I think we have FINALLY narrowed it down. And I think I only need about 3 addresses. And then it isn't changing. I don't care if I meet someone who becomes my complete BFF soul mate (although I already have some of those) or someone randomly gets married to some person we have never met before. You aren't invited. Sorry. You have 3 options... 1) Don't come. 2) Come and don't eat. 3) Pay for your own dinner.

That is all.

Oooh the joys.

The good news is that we hit the 8 month mark yesterday. So... although the thought of all I have to do and it only being 8 months makes me want to wet my pants and start using a pacifier again... it will all be over and I will be able to marry my best friend and attend THE best party of my life.

Soo... glass half empty... half full... either or.

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend as well. I promise I will be more interesting in future posts. AND I will be guest posting at some time this week too, so I will keep you updated on that!

Smoooocheeess!

Friday, January 6, 2012

Firm Fridays: The Beginning




When Kristen decided she was going to do Firm Fridays, I knew I was in for multiple reasons.

1. We all know that I have been failing attempting to drop some of those good 'ole lbs.

2. I am the Queen of making up bullshit excuses to MYSELF for why I did or didn't do something, and this will hold me accountable.

3. We all know white is NOT slimming and I will be walking down the aisle in T-minus 8ish months. And NO ONE wants to see back boobs on a bride.

aaaaand last but not least...

4. If Kristen thinks her skinny ass needs to get in shape... then I think I am on the verge of a fatty intervention. Soooo.... here we are.

I know my weight... and roughly my measurements. However, seeing as how it is only 9:30 in the morning I am not drunk enough to share them with the cyber world. Maybe by 10:30 when the schnapps have kicked in... (I kid... I kid.). I know them though, so at least I am not lying to myself.

I have done pretty well this week. I started with attacking my calorie intake. I figured with the week I have been having, baby steps was the best route. (Plus, I quit the gym because they are a-holes soooo I'm trying to figure out a back-up plan). I went back to using MyFitnessPal and have been keeping track. So far, so good.

I haven't gone over my calories once this week. Thanks to running around like a chicken without a head and minor self-control. Yesterday, was my proudest day. The boss took us out for Chinese food and I indulged a bit, but not a lot. Then I made a healthy dinner and still had enough calories left over for this beauty:

With one calorie to spare. This made the sobbing mess formerly known as me more comfortable whilst losing my shit watching Grey's last night.

I have also decided that instead of my beloved Ugg boots (don't judge, I live in New England land of snow and wet bottoms of pants. They are a magical gift from heaven!) I am going to take the money Big A was going to spend and put it towards an Xbox Kinect. They have a bunch of great exercise games so I feel like I won't get bored. Plus, they have a calorie counter on Dance Central 2 so I can work on my fitness while getting my swagger back.

So I'm making strides. I'll go home and have a couple drinks and take a before picture to add to this post.

I'm just hoping this all sticks this time so I can finally get back to liking the way I look. Maybe Kristen will agree to be my Pudgys Anonymous sponsor. I can cry to her on the phone while she tells me to put down the donut.

Aaand that's all for today. Happy Friday people! If one of your New Year's Resolutions was to get your ass back in shape. Head on over to Kristen's blog and link up with us. At the very least you will get to experience everything that is KLaw and wonder if you will ever have a kid as cute as hers. Win - Win I say!


BEFORE
THE BEGINNING

Stats:

Weight: 182
Thigh: 25"
Hip: 42"
Waist: 40.5
Bust: 39"
Arm: 13.5