Treat Yo Self

The prompt:

Treat yourself to something today. Reminder: this doesn’t have to cost money. Nora’s favorite treat is sitting alone and reading because she is a very exciting person! It can be big or small, whatever works for you and works for today. Write about it! #TerribleWritingClub

I’m a textbook example of mothers who buy their children everything and spend nothing on themselves. I’ve been forced to lately because my clothes don’t fit anymore and I am suddenly very invested in what sort of panties I have on. 

But I hate shopping. Loathe it. Can’t be forced at gunpoint because I’d rather be shot. I can be forced into a shopping mall once a year, for a fake Santa. Other than that, there’s nothing I want or need badly enough that I can’t buy it online and have it delivered right into my hands.

I am buying myself something pretty darn spectacular next week.

boobs

A brand new set of boobies. 610 cc Natrelle Cohesive Gel Implants, to be precise. Gummy Bears, as they’re nicknamed. 

I breastfed for a collective total of 6 years and have had saline breast implants for the past 14 that should have been replaced 4 years ago. I’m going from a DD to an F or G. It’s really impossible to say until next Saturday when they measure me for bras. 

The outcry from friends and family over me getting bigger titties, has been entertaining, to say the least. I understand that some of you don’t get it. To each her own, but if I’m buying them, I’m picking out a big ol’ set of gummy bears. 

6 days, 22 hours & 35 minutes from now… I’ll be in recovery and packing some fabulous heat. 

Oh and treating myself to a brand new arsenal of gigantic bras.

🙂

 

Terribly Empathetic

Quote from Nora, episode #49 “Sometimes I think the hidden key to empathy is just humility and curiosity. It’s just saying, hmm, I don’t get that… tell me more?” Write about your empathy. Where do you struggle to feel empathetic? To yourself? To someone who gets under your skin? What comes easy to you where empathy is concerned? #TerribleWritingClub

My beloved Grandma Elaine was the source of this overabundance of empathy. She cried at every commercial. She hugged every stranger. She taught us all to love every single person that crossed our path and celebrate every minute of the day. She gave us a shining example of the joy that comes from investing your heart in everything and everyone. Oh and the sorrow… because she grieved the loss of everything. From a dish that was a gift once upon a time, to her beloved mama, whose passing she grieved EVERY day. My Grandma was the best version of love I’ve ever seen and I’m quite a bit like her. 

Some of my best friends have lost their furry children in the past week. Long-standing animal friends that have been part of every Easter party and camping trip since the beginning of time. I can hardly even think about Nikita Webster, my favorite pitbull… being gone. I had to call my dear Ruby and cry with her about it. I can feel her pain and I wish so much I could ease it. Same goes for Burton Newlove. My shih tzu nephew. I can’t remember a time he wasn’t around and my best friend became a mother when she adopted him. He was her first born and my heart is broken alongside hers. I had to hold my breath while the phone rang when I called her, because I didn’t even know where to begin to comfort her poor heart. 

I take on every bit of pain from the people I love. It’s just my way. I’m absolutely the friend you want sitting beside you in a shitty situation, because I’ll cry the tears you can’t and fight the wars you won’t. 

I’m the one that will help you bury the body. #sorrynotsorry

The same goes for the high points in life. New love, weddings, babies… I treasure that shit. I celebrate my friends’ good days as much as my own. Miss Lovely is swimming in new love and it’s fabulous! I can feel her nervous hesitation too, and do my part to talk her out of  her brakes. It’s a safe place to hit the gas and I’m also the friend that talks you into having faith in love. Life is short and love is grand. Go for it. It’s worth the gamble and if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be there right beside her until it does.

Aside from a handful of assholes, I feel empathetic towards everyone. I treasure people who believe differently than me because they teach me new things. I’ve gotten comfortable making friends out of past enemies and I don’t hold many grudges anymore. Everyone has their own struggle and you can’t ever assume you know how hard it is by the smile on someone’s face. I’m really good at smiling through suffering and I recognize it in other people as well. 

Tis the season to be a nice person and consider other people before yourself. Empathy doesn’t cost a thing. Gift that. Spread that shit around. ♥