Pudge

I'm trying to improve my skills as a stealthy picture taker so I can share more amazing pictures with you all. (see below for documentation of my utter lack of ability in the secret stalker realm)

Last night, the hubster and I went out for post-game drinks. (side note: not a good idea; see below for documentation of today's hang over - ugh) While enjoying my unnecessary beers, I noticed a girl/woman/lady at the bar with a lot of lumps. Bra strap/back fat lumps, muffin top lumps, etc. I walked right up and took a picture. Twice. Not stealthy.

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Honorary Song of the Day (since my head hurts too much for a real one): My Humps by Black Eyed Peas on Monkey Business

Blehhhhh

I am hung over.

Great Giants game last night = terrible next day. Thank God for greasy breakfast sammies. And ginger ale. And advil.

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Song of the Day: none. my head hurts too much

Live Long and Prosper

Let me start off by saying that I love and adore my husband. He is fabulous. However, he's making me go see the new Star Trek movie. On opening weekend. In IMAX.

I think I should get a costume.











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Song of the Day: I've Got a Woman by Ray Charles on Pure Genius: The Complete Atlantic Recordings

The Neverending Cold

My fabulous husband is, well, fabulous for a lot of reasons...

One of these reasons is his giving/sharing nature. Wasn't it sweet of him to share his terrible, neverending, disgusting cold with me? I'm going on 1.5 weeks of coughing, sneezing, dripping...

I feel like crap. Thanks, honey!















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Song of the day: Badfish by Jack Johnson on Look At All the Love We Found - A Tribute to Sublime

My Worst Nightmare

Um, so I have a problem. I have red hair (hence the "redhead jen")... I think redheaded girls are adorable. I dislike redheaded boys/men. A LOT.** I am terrified that my future sons will have red hair. My fingers are crossed that my fabulous brown-haired husband will overpower my genes and donate his hair color to our sons.

Anyway, my fab friend T (who is much nicer than me) is always attempting to point out the (nonexistent) positive side of red-haired boys. I, in turn, am always trying to explain that there is no positive side. (side note: in my imaginery universe, The Little Wife lives right next door to me and we can discuss all of these things at length while standing in our front yards.)

Yesterday, on my way from the office to the subway, I saw the perfect example of my worst nightmare - a redheaded man... a pudgy, out-of-shape, not masculine one - wearing a shirt that is too tight. Ew ew ew. I, of course, sped up and attempted to get close enough to take a picture to send to my fab friend T as evidence for my case. (Yes, I sort of stalked this man for two blocks and then followed him on the platform while trying to take pictures with my phone. I also then stood behind him and tried to nonchalantly take a close up of his man muffin top. I was not nonchalant. At all. I'm pretty sure there were at least three people who caught me and then looked at me like I was nuts. Whatever.)

Here are the pictures:















**note, I understand that this is a complete double standard and is unfair. Oh well.

UPDATE 4/23:
Sorry, I got so excited that I forgot to finish the story...

Upon seeing these pictures, fab friend T told me that "the muffin top isn't that bad" and that "maybe he just needs a nice wife to help pick out better fitting shirts". (Like I said, she's nicer than me.) Okay, men aren't supposed to have muffin tops. We're the soft ones that are allowed a little extra tummy love. Not them. Also, the whole reason this man doesn't have a nice wife to help pick out better fitting shirts is BECAUSE HE'S A REDHEADED MAN. And his shirts don't fit well. And he has a muffin top. Gawd, I hope I don't have redheaded sons.
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Burritos

UPDATE 4/22/09:
I had another burrito on Monday night. Just for the record, that's two burritos in 4 days. BUT, i made progress - huge progress: I ordered a "baby" burrito - meaning it was way smaller than the normal size AND i went without sour cream/guacamole AND I ONLY ATE HALF. Hooray me!
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First: Burritos are delish.

Second: I have a really bad habit of eating WAY too much burrito. Seriously, I could probably get three meals out of the generic "super burrito" and yet, somehow, I manage to make it one. Gross.

Third: My tummy hurts.

Note to self (and to you, dear reader): Next time, cut burrito in half and do one of the following - stash half for later, give half to some skinny b*tch who needs a few more calories, give half to a homeless person... Basically, just never, ever eat the whole thing all by myself.

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