There is something about Thanksgiving that makes it one of those special holidays. It might be the massive amounts of food you can consume without any judgment or the awesome shows on TV, but I think the best part is spending time with the ones you love and the insane conversations that happen around the table. This year I decided to capture the holiday....I'm bringing you one of the best things to come out of dinner besides the conversation, which would have been totally inappropriate to capture.
So with out further a-dew, please enjoy the musical stylings of Mary & Theresa singing Shirley Temple's "I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas"
Yesterday, Laura (my Coordinator) and I went on a store visit to Stamford, Conn to meet with the General Manager, Operations Manager and walk the floor meeting associates while getting some feedback on our credit programs. Store visit was great, train only took 45 minutes to get there in the early afternoon. Now fast forward to 5:15pm... The train platform is packed with finance girls and guys all eager to get home. Its a mad dash onto the train to get a seat, either a middle or one of those horrible squatter seats that face the wrong way. Well Laura and I got the squatter seats with our knees butting up against the people across from us. The train was PACKED full of douches in the bar car and slutty finance girls trying to find a rich-finance bf. Instead of an easy 45 minute ride it was more like the longest 60 some-odd minutes of my life. The seat was uncomfortable, the car was humid and I was falling asleep from the gentle motion. By the time I actually got home I was so exhausted from the day I nearly collapsed (over exaggeration maybe) on my couch.
Note to self - I'm not a good commuter, stay on island of Manhattan.
(When reading the title of this blog post please think back to Troop Beverly Hills and the cookie concert)
Well it was Cookie Time at L&T today. The cutest little Girl Scouts were selling, not taking orders but selling COOKIES!! I love Girl Scout cookies and what I love even more is instant gratification, today those two things happened simultaneously. I bought 2 boxes of tagalongs and 2 boxes for the troops, I hope they like cookies in the desert.
Now if only the Girl Scouts would update their packaging.
Love me some tagalongs!
I don't know how much longer this box will last. They are ADDICTING!!
I finally hung my before surgery art project last night at 10pm, probably to the dismay of my neighbor.
Its not perfect nor nearly as smooth as the fully bellies I saw in the instruction packet, but I'm not Martha Stuart so I think this is pretty good for me. Some people (Amy) might think its weird that I'm hanging by boobie mold (I prefer 'bust') in my apartment, but I think its clever and could be considered "modern art". Hey, all the Mom's-to-be hang their whole bust & belly in their kids rooms decorated like lady bugs or fully bronzed. I think I'm keeping it pretty simple, its also hanging in my bedroom and not in full view of any one who walks in. And doesn't mean I have to keep it up forever, maybe eventually I'll send it to my parents house where all my old relics are stored.
Some perspective on location
I already can't believe how big my boobs once were... Crazy what a little over a month out of surgery can do to you. Feeling better than ever, the surgery was the best decision of my life thus far.