Friday, January 8, 2010

Socks, Jeans and Baby Fat

Why am I the only one without socks?

Everyone else in the house has socks. What about me?

I open my drawer and there is one pair of balled up socks rolling around and I'm not even sure if it's a matched set.

I would blame the ravenous sock eating dryer but that would suggest that it was being selective in the socks it swallowed. I don't exactly give it that much credit.

Of course I could be wrong.

Just like I could be wrong about the fact that it selectively shrinks my clothes too.

I can put any number of items into the dryer and it will only shrink my favorite tops. And it never shrinks them from side to side... only top to bottom so when I put them on I look like Lulu the clown.

Of course this will all be easier when I finally get into a solid size of smaller clothing. Right now I am between sizes. Mostly everything is too small and I refuse to purchase anything bigger... OK I am between sizes because I'm cheap but that's beside the point .... I do however have these 2 pairs of identical pants. One is somewhere around a size 12 and other is somewhere around a size 14 with the size 14 being the bigger pair for all you logically challenged people out there.

I can take the size 14 out of the dryer and slide into them and they fit perfect. Snug in the right places, comfortably loose in others. Fast forward 2 hours and the waist has loosened up and is hanging somewhere south of the top of my underwear (which I guess would be fine if I was wearing a lacy pink thong but I tend to go more for the comfy cotton briefs, aka grandma panties,  nowadays and I don't think anyone wants to see those. Not that anyone wants to see a lacy pink pair of thongs on someone who needs to lose weight, but I digress).

But anyway here am waddling around trying to keep my pants from slipping to homeboy level which is about 3 inches below the bottom of my rear end and wondering why I didn't wear the size 12 jeans in the first place. Then I remember that it takes hours until I can button the top two buttons and be able to take a normal breath. Of course once I get to that point they fit perfect and don't have the migratory habits of the larger pair. I just have to remember to wear a long shirt if I go out of the house to keep someone from thinking I either forget to do up those top 2 buttons after using the potty or I just got caught in the middle of a quickie and didn't quite get it all together yet.

I keep telling myself that these issues will all be long forgotten when I lose this extra baby fat I've got going on. Alright so my baby is 9 years old but I still think of him like my baby and therefore I can refer to my pudge as baby fat.

It sounds so much better that way.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Helmets Ahoy

"I want to wear a helmet when I try out the bike in the garage" Jeffrey announced referring to the new spin bike we had just purchased.

Well alrighty then, I didn't realize I had invited him to try it.

I also didn't realize that his feet could reach the pedals.

"You don't have to wear a helmet when you ride a bike like that"

"Why not?"

"Because you only wear a helmet when there is a possibility or think you might fall."

"Well I expect to fall.. thats why I want a helmet."

A kid with a plan thats what I like.

"Um Jeffrey?"

"Yes"

"I hate to break it to you but you wont fit on the bike in the garage. You're legs aren't long enough."

"I know..... thats why I need the helmet."

Well who can argue with that?