BYOC - Part II Real LIfe

First, a little update on the angry boob rash. It is gone. For now. When I work out and I get hot and sweaty it comes back. However, I have found the most awesome bra in the world and it helps immensely. It's a sports bra but it has an underwire - NO uni-boob. And comfy - I can't even feel the wire - I could literally sleep in this little baby. Seamless. Oh, and it lifts the girls up higher than ever. I wore it to work under a knit shirt and actually had 2 people compliment me and one even asked where I got it. I took her in my office, locked the door, lifted my shirt and modeled my ta-tas. If I remember the next time I wear it I'll take a picture.

Speaking of the girls....I'm getting serious crepe-paper boob skin. Hopefully this means they are shrinking. 

And now...a little Real Life.....

I got a tattoo on my foot, a butterfly and stars. I have wanted one on my foot for a long time and when Drazil got hers I was like why the hell not? I told the husband I was going to my sisters for the day - and I came home with a tattoo and my nose re-pierced.  HA! (The stud fell out a few weeks ago and by the time I realized it was gone the hole had closed over). The butterfly is for me. There is a coffee cup at SBX that I want really bad with a saying on it that really struck a chord with me. I'm not sure if I remember it word for it word but basically it says "And when world went dark and the Caterpiller thought life was over, she became a butterfly" When I read that I seriously got choked up. I was going to buy it but they didn't have the mug, just the box. Here is a couple pics for your viewing pleasure. When it's done there will be 2 more butterflies,  one for my sister and one for our mom, and it will wrap up over my ankle.

I am going to Seattle to see Ms. M and Jen at the end of the month. Just me and my youngest son are going. Ms. M's son and my son are the same age and have similar interests so we're hoping they will have a good time together. Ms. M has some super fun things planned for us and my son is super excited. Personally, I'd be tickled pink just to see the ocean and ride the ferry. I lived in Bremerton for a year after high school and miss it so much. I can't wait to see my BOOB's and the places that still have a piece of my heart. 

Work has been crazy. I've been working overtime and bringing work home. I actually worked until 5:00 on Friday two weeks in a row. In 5 years I have never worked past 3 on a Friday. And last week my boss told me they bought another company. So that means in the next week I have to set up payroll accounts for another company and all their employees on top of everything else. 

My eating has been craptastic. I don't have time at work to leave for lunch, warming up left-over meat does not rock my world, and time for exercise is a fleeting memory. I have had way too many Taco Dorito and ice cream lunches (whoever invented Taco Doritos needs to be drug in the street and flogged). There have been several days when I have been too stressed to eat dinner. And twice I ate Zone bars for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have seen scale #'s in the 250's several times but only once on official weigh in day. I have accepted that until my life resembles anything close to normal again that the scale is not going to cooperate. 

What else? Oh.....the husband and I have decided to get a divorce. We have been going back to counseling but the thing about counseling is that it only works if both parties want to be there. And he has made it very clear on more than one occasion that he does not feel he has anything to work on or any responsibility for the success of our marriage. There is so much crap I don't even know where to start. I'll just sum it up here by saying that I feel that I deserve to be more than just a babysitter and a piece of ass. I deserve better than that. I've come too far and gone through too much to settle for being #3 or even #2. I would rather be nobody's #1 than to be somebody's #2. We are going to stay living together until we can get some debts paid off so that we can both afford to support separate households. By the end of the year he should be able to move out. But for all practical purposes we are not together anymore. It is a only a financial agreement at this point. And the sad part is that I'm not really sad. But then again he made the final decision yesterday so maybe it hasn't hit me yet. 

And I bought a pack of cigarettes last week. It's still over 1/2 full but I am definitely stress-smoking. Don't judge. Smoking is legal and less work than trying to hide the body of the idiot I'm currently married to.

And just because I'm feeling guilty for not doing my Bandiversary post sassy I'm going to leave you with a picture of yours truly from last month. This was the day of my husband received his bachelor's degree. And yes, that would me trying to do the trade-marked Amy W toe point ;)