Pam D suggested I compile my self portraits and show them off.
- 4th row down in the middle was taken just hours before I found out I was PG with the OC!
- The 5 red pictures (four corners and middle) were taken at 33 weeks prego when I was in desperate need of
being convinced I hadn't magically transformed into a giant troll-like hippo overnight a wide load sign an epidural a tequila shotreassurance that Pregnant is still Beautiful!!
- Middle row, 4th column is the inspiration for this sites header.
- The oldest picture is bottom row, 2nd column. It's PRE-OC!
And just for good measure
because I couldn't resist one more fabulous look at myself I thought I'd show off my new shirt. $4.99 at my favorite store (for those of you that don't know... that would be SEARS!) Unfortunately, since I'm utterly stunning in every way I ended up with a shot that showed off my boobs didn't show off my shirt. On the up side, it turned out to be a wonderful portrait. Glasses, no makeup, and worn all day hair!! DAMN I'M SEXY
And in case you needed more reason to
famn over my fabulousness think this is a great picture...
This is after 3 hours sleep, 6 hours of
pretending to work work, and an hour of having a neurologist electrocute and stab me (wish I could strike that part out)!!! Thus the new shirt... it's my reward for not screaming too loudly crying like a baby as I had needles poked in my muscles. I swear, the doctor literally said, "I like doing this test. I'd never let anyone do it to me, but I like doing it!" (NO JOKE!) At which point I called her a masochist and she laughed. It sounded strangely like "MUAHAHAHAHA!!"
I swear if the
crazy Indian Anti-Christ woman had opened her caftan, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse would have rode out in a plague of locusts! At least she had a sense of humor. How crappy would it be to get stabbed by an expressionless ass with no emotion?
So, while I spend the rest of my evening
licking my wounds running around the house in nothing but my new shirt, I hope the rest of you had a better Monday than me.
NOTE: Good news is there is absolutely nothing wrong with me! Okay, well there are a lot of things WRONG with me... but nothing that can be diagnosed by MRI (I learned I'm not clausterphobic), EEG (Yes, there is actual brain function up there), EMG or blood work. Unfortunately, that still leaves me with what has now been labeled "benign twitching" all over my body. ANNOYING to say the very least!