Random Things You Might Not Know About Me

I love Figure Skating...

I have since I was a little girl. It was one of those things that my mother could prop me in front of the tv after a day of talking her head off, and I would just sit there. Quiet. In awe of the grace and beautiful of this dance on ice happening before me.

I have been watching it for years and years.

Not that many people know that because it's rarely on and I'm too lazy to track it down most of the times.

My favorite part is the music. I love the music they use when they are doing something outside of the box. Usual music from remixes to classic rock to new wave.

This usually takes place doing free skate programs, where they cut the leash of the skater and let break out of the box with something different.

And I sit there like a dork, happy as little pig, if they happened to play an obscure track from an artist I love or adore. Hopping in my chair, talking to myself, because no one can happen me when I watch figure skating. (I talk back to the tv a lot and this makes me appear crazy.)

And so far with the Winter Olympics, no one has stood out for me.

Most of them have given way to the stress of the event and have taken to the floor. Slipping on jumps and having some issues getting through their short programs.

It was a miracle if anyone didn't fall on the floor yesterday.

I hate my boobies. Plain and simple.

Now I know I'm commiting a mortal sin somewhere out there by saying this bu I hate my breasts!

Yes.. Yes.. Breasts are wonderful things.. (Or so I have heard from most men in my life.)

But when they are not causing you to lean forward and have you start to look like either a Huntchback or Igor..

Or when you no longer feel sexy as much as I feel like a magnet for any object that needs to knocked off a counter...

Or when they have become so ridicuclously huge, you have to resort to buying all your blouses, shirts, sweaters in XL when the rest of your figure is maybe a large at best.

I swear, if I could, I would hand them out. Donate partial parts to those women of the world that crave them all so much. People like my wife, who are a B cup at best, will truly never know the pain it is to have these monsters attached your chest.

And before you all flood me with the thoughts of reduction surgery, I have done my own research and came up with these points.

1.) I haven't yet had children. So getting the reduction now in my life seems rather pointless.

2.) They can rebuilt them. Make them stronger, beautiful and cost you a arm and leg for the work.

Once they go in and reduce the size down to a G cup down to a C cup (or thats what I was hoping for)most doctors will want to try to fix your breasts up a bit. Because the reality is, if you have been carrying around a good 8 pounds her breasts, gravity is no longer a friend of mine. Instead, it pulls the sheer weight of theme down towards the floor. You are going to have extra skin left over and the doctor will want to fix that.

So insert another set of costs.

3.) From all accounts I have heard, it's extremely PAINFUL!!!

It's less intrusive a operation to add to your cup rather then take away. My friend went through teh surgery, and had her breasts taped up aginst her chest for weeks. That ace bandage made it hard for her to make the slightest moves.

Not to mention the fact, the healing process takes much longer.