After work today, we spent time at McDonald's with Amber & her kids. I snapped shots of them playing in the playset...and laughed at Logan coming down the slide backward.
When I tried to eat my double cheeseburger, no bread, it didn't like me.
I guess I got excited.
Amber said "That went down well for you last time." I said "I know..it's odd."
I think it was the lettuce. I got the "Lap-band stare" which Steph & I refer to it. When you think you might be getting sick but you are internally fighting with yourself, so you just stare at a spot on the floor.
Kane, who is 5, said "what wrong?" I said "Remember I had stomach surgery?" he said "Oh yeah...and you can't eat?" I said "No, I can...but, I think I ate too fast." he said "Yeah, I burp a lot when I eat too much."
Kids are priceless.
After that, mom & I decided to go to the mall. I have been needing new pants, but...god, I hate pants shopping. Everyone has that one part of their body that they hate shopping for. Pants is mine. Because I used to get so depressed. I got the thighage. I got the bootyage. And...pants hate me. And I'm fucking six-feet tall, which doesn't help my case any.
So, I go into Hot Topic, looking at the tees. My mom feels completely out of place, I know. I didn't buy anything though, thought about getting a few things, but decided against.
My mom was on the phone in the outside hallway when I whispered that I was traveling over to Charlotte Russe.
Now, first off, lemme explain. I grew up with Kristen. While we have a lot of the same views and personality...we are complete opposites when it comes to appearance.
I'm 6-ft tall, brown hair, brown eyes, always been obese, never been able to find clothes big enough.
She is 5'2', blonde hair, green eyes, always been tiny, never been able to find clothes small enough.
Yeah. As of last year, I only went into places like Charlotte Russe & GAP to help her with outfits.
I am 28 years old, and I had never been into a place that only sold to size XL and know I could fit into something until tonight.
When I walked in...I felt awkward. Kinda insecure. My thoughts overwhelmed me at times. Passing by all the skinny chicks without getting 'what the fuck is that big girl doing in here?' stares.
Come on, we've all seen "Pretty Woman". I use to be like Julia Roberts in stores like these, except for the whole 'dressing like a hooker' thing.
Then I look up to see Candance, Kristen's best friend. Candance is absolutely stunning, always has been. We make eye contact, I smile.
....and Candance has a complete....well, 'gaa-gaa' experience when she sees me.
She says "OH. MY. GOD. Tamela! I didn't even know you! You look fantastic!" I said "Oh! Thanks...wow...ya know, I was kinda nervous, I have never really shopped here before.." she said "I cannot take my eyes off of you! look...wow...look at your tiny little waist..." and this girl, who is like 110 pounds squeezes my sides right there in Charlotte Russe and makes me squeal.
Yea, if you have never tickled me before, it's actually extremely funny.
Girls around us look up. She said "You look amazing!" I said "Wow..." again, overwhelmed here and not sure what to say. I'm standing in a 'skinny' store being complimented by the smallest & most gorgeous girl in the room. I guess you'd compare it to the head cheerleader complimenting the social outcast in front of her peers. It was a wonderful feeling.
After leaving Candance, I bought some pants at Goody. Nothing too expensive.
And I have been on a high all night.
I was singing "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse using my straw as my microphone on the way home.
Check myspace to see that Chris got some new music up and that Little Lisa FINALLY had baby Ruby.
Seriously, my night couldn't have been better.
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