My Confession

I have a confession to make.

Recently I had fussed at my middle daughter because she had locked herself out of her Ipod for the SECOND time.  Not once, but twice.  This to no end aggravates me, for two reasons:

1.  I am technologically challenged.  I have read the instructions over and over and I’m still not able to reset it.  I have to ask a Mr. Gadget friend to do it for me.

2.  My kids have been told no passwords on their electronic equipment, which the rule is rarely put into place.  But it is there, for the above reason.  They have a bad habit of putting different passwords and then forgetting, then Mom has to fix it.  Or get someone else to fix it.  Case in point, numero dos time for G-baby to get locked out of her Ipod…

So after my long lecture of why I say no passwords, having to go back and reload everything back on there, and give another lecture yet again about DO NOT PUT A PASSWORD ON HERE, it was done.  I finally consented though.  I did let them put a password on a few things, that I had chosen, easy to use, and it’s the same password every.single.time.  Each child has one password, and no one knows the others password.  But Momma does.  No weird  “fairyglitterbutt” or “callofdutygun” or “guccipradafashion” or anything crazy that is easy to forget.  Simple, easy, and something I can’t forget and they can’t forget.

Ok, so let’s turn back time for a moment:

So a friend a mine has been saying, “hey, you need to blog” and I said, “yea, I need to blog” and so I thought yesterday, “hey, I’m gonna blog today!” 

I jumped online, had a pretty tootin’ funny subject I wanted to blog about, went to the website… couldn’t log on.  WTH?

I tried. Again.  Again.  Nothing worked.  I got help support.  I answered questions.  No showing that I have a blog anywhere. 

I’m stumped.  (remember, it’s been over a month since I blogged)

So I go to my email to see if maybe they sent me info how to log on.  No emails.  I go to my friends blog, read over it, look around.

Shitake mushroom, I was on the wrong blog site.  Not even.on.the.right.site.  *sigh*

So I come to my WordPress… yeaaaa… I had been on Blogger.  I’m sure that online support helper thought I was freaking nuts, “Yes, I have a blog here!  I know I do!  It’s there, find it!”  Nope, I didn’t.  Geez.

Anyhoodle, I get here.  I log in.  Nothing.

User name or password incorrect. 

I try again.  and again.  and again.  I finally go to help.  Put in my email address. Wait for said email.  Am I crazy?  Is this not where my blog is?  Is my one teeny little blog out in cyber space, never to be seen again?

I get an email. 

Guess what?

*blushes* I forgot my password. 

I.forgot.MY.password.  The same thing I had preached and lectured about for a week.  I always, most always use the same thing.  This time I didn’t. 

I confess: I messed up. 

So here I am… with my password now reset.  This site placed in my favorites so I don’t lose it.  With intentions to make a really great effort to blog again.

Hopefully I won’t forget…….

Let’s Get it ON!

An aptly named title I do believe… I’ve had this blog for a month now and I have made my way to this page several times.

And I’ve sat here.  And sat here.  And sat here.  With no thoughts whatsoever.  No creative juices flowing.  No witty words coming to my mind. 

Then a friend made a comment today that I should  be blogging.  You know what?  She is very right!  As much as I have bitched complained about missing it, I sure haven’t made the time to do it.  And really?  How hard is it?  It’s a bunch of mindless chatter that goes on inside your head that you release into the great void of the internet world.  Cheap therapy.  So here I sit.  And yet, I still don’t know what I want to say.  So I’m going to do a Public Announcement.  A favor to the world if you will.  Something that has been on my mind today and I need to share with you outsiders. (not that anyone will read it, but it gets out of my head, so there ya go.. mission accomplished)

Spandex.  It should be illegal for anyone of the larger size.  Now, before I get hate mail, let me say this: I’m a big boned, fluffy girl.  I haven’t been a size 2 since I was a 2t toddler.  Hell, for that matter I haven’t been a size 12 since I was a 12month baby.  I’m really the last person on earth to criticize anyone on what they wear or how they wear it.  But I’m going to. 

Today I went for my morning walk at the track.  It’s so peaceful, usually on a few people.  You make the little acknowledgement nod as you pass someone, walk or bounce to the beat on your Ipod, secretly wish that cute little blonde with the tight butt would trip as she did her swinging pony tail jog past you, and you mind your own business.  I look rough.  I throw the hair up and back, tshirt, gym shorts that I have to hitch up every once in awhile because they are really too big but they are so comfy.  No makeup.  I’m a hot mess. 

BUT I have never, will ever wore spandex to exercise in. 

As I’m listening to Lil’ Wayne tell her to pop it like a *beep* and tell him baby it’s real, I see a sight before me that makes me pause.  A new person has come to the track.  Now, this is a small town.  I either know most everyone or I’m kin to them (and no, I didn’t reproduce with anyone from here, I married a man that come from a whole other state).  I didn’t recognize this um, young lady.  Now, she was dressed for exercising.  Bright yellow spandex sports bra type top.  Turquoise spandex capri pants.  Cute tennis shoes, very colorful.  Actually the whole dang outfit was cute…. if it would have been a size small on a body that weighed like, oh, 110 to 120. 

But it wasn’t on that body.

Instead it was on a body that I would say would be possibly almost 250 or up. 

Hell, I didn’t know spandex went up to that size.

Now once again, don’t be hatin’ on me for saying something about this girl, but as a girl of large nature and proportions it is my civic duty to share with other ladies of large matters, “hey, under no circumstances should you wear spandex!!”  You know, unless it’s like leggings or something, under a skirt, or dress, with boots.  Then it’s ok.  Not yellow and turquoise sports wear with your wiggle waggle jiggle jaggle going everywhere.  Cover that stuff up! 

Yes, we as women face the whole body image problem.  Fat is ugly, bone thin is ugly, straight hair is ugly, no curly hair is ugly, yadda yadda yadda.  It is important to feel great about yourself in your own skin.  Self confidence shows.  Kudos to the women that say big is beautiful.  I’m all for it.  Kudos to the women that wear a size 0, and look like a stick figure with no boobs and love it.  It really is all about personal choice.  My thing is that it doesn’t matter what size you are, as long as you wear the right clothes.  Yellow and turquoise spandex is NOT the right clothes, rather it is the lack of.

Being beautiful is a mindset.  We all tear ourselves up in our mind.  Never satisfied, changing hair color (guilty!), going on diets (guilty!), always changing fashion to the newest trends (not guilty cause I’m el cheapo and I have 3 kids to buy clothes for and a metro-sexual husband that has more shoes than I do!).

I guess perhaps I am in the wrong now that I think about it.  This lady was confident enough in her own skin to go out there, and put it all out.  Maybe, instead of being so critical, I should check myself before I wreck myself and realize what it really is:  I’m jealous.  Not of how she looks… rather of her confidence. 

Confidence is sexiness in any size.

I learned my lesson for today.  Maybe not tomorrow, or a week from now, maybe not even for another year…

but I will do it….

I’ll put on spandex.  God help us all.