what year is this?

Yep, that's me.  Hula hooping.

Yes, it's 2010. 

No, I am not a pot smoking hippie (anymore).

The thing is, you can't be grumpy while you are hula hooping.  It's such a ridiulously silly thing to do that I can't help but smile.  And I need a little more of that.  And perhaps a little less stress eating.

Now, this picture is a month old.  I had only had my sweet hoop (from an awesome etsy shop, go ahead search etsy for hula hoops you will find tons of cool hoops) for a week or two.  I'm not sure why I am leaning over?  I'm almost good at it now, you know if nobody tries to talk to me or look at me.

Also, it's exercise which is allegedly good for you and makes you less fat and double chin-ish.  I'm not really into exercise, but I wouldn't mind dropping a few chins pounds. 

Plus, it drives the huz crazy.

Give it a try, you'll like it.

Next up - tricks.

bikinis or briefs?

I spent a fair amount of time a few nights ago trying to explain to my dear husband the difference between women's briefs and bikini panties.  Briefs are the ones that come up so high I can tuck them under my boobs.  Well, if my boobs are having an especially droopy day. Which they sometimes do.  Briefs are the ones that stick out a good 2 inches over the tops of my pants.  Briefs are the ones that I wore when I was 10 months pregnant and I needed all that fabric to cover my massive behind. 

Bikinis are the ones I wear. You know, like, every day.  Regular underwear.  Come on, you've seen me in my underwear more than a few times in the past 9 years, right?

At the time I wasn't sure why we were having this particular discussion.  We always get eachother socks and underpants for Christmas (because if you can't wear brand new socks and underwear Christmas will be ruined, duh. ) This year he bought me 2 packages of GIGANTIC white Hanes Her Way briefs.  Yeah, sexy.  Not sure what he was thinking there.  Howerver, I had teased him about it and I thought we were done talking about it, so I was confused when it came up again.

Until this morning.  I opened my birthday presents (or to be accurate, my 3 year old opened them for me) to find - Surprise! - more underwear.  Sexy underwear.  Underwear that made me blush.  And a pair of briefs, just for good measure.  And, what do you know, one pair of good old bikinis.