bra shopping

I have never truly been bra shopping. When I was younger my mom would just bring me home bras to wear. I have never been officially sized and I didn’t really know what to expect at a store like Victoria Secret. Yesterday I decided to go shopping with Charlotte and Samarie. We all went to VS and Samarie had a lady measure me to find out what my true size is. For the past year or two I have been wearing a 32 or 34 B, they measured me at a 36 C. I was shocked. I never thought I was a C. The lady also told me that most women don’t wear the correct bra size. So after a shopping spree I came home with 3 new regular bras, 1 sports bra and 5 new panties. Then it was off to the Gap where I picked out 2 skirts and a shirt. I love girl shopping trips with friends.

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sex

I love the Sex and the City series. I own the complete collection and I find myself watching at least one episode a week. One of the most recent episodes I watched entitled “The Drought” brought up the question “how much is enough”. I know this varies on the person you ask, but is there a normal amount? Some people want it every day all day, where others could care less. Is there something wrong with the person that isn’t that interested in it? Or is there something wrong with the person who wants it all the time? I don’t know what to consider normal, I am sure my relationship with J.D. would not be considered normal. But is that a bad thing? I hear friends/TV/movies talk about sex and I guess I have never understood it. J.D. is always in the mood or up for having sex. I am the kind of person that could care less. I don’t know if that is because of the extra hormones I have because of the birth control or is it because of the anti-anxiety anti-depression medicine I am on. It could also be because I have extremely low self esteem. I am also terrified about getting pregnant (even though I am on birth control), I know I am crazy. I am mainly rambling about this because I wonder if there is something I should be doing different. Should I stop all of my medicines, should I take more? What do you do in this type of situation? Any suggestions?

the brazilian

Brazilian waxes freak me out. I never thought I would ever do it. Friday, I scheduled an appointment. I planned it out that I could ride the bus to the spa, get waxed and then ride the bus to J.D.’s work. It went much faster then I expected it too. It also wasn’t that bad at all. The lady that did it was very nice and informed me that more people get a Brazilian then just getting your bikini line waxed. We talked the entire time she was working on me and before I knew it, she was down. It was uncomfortable but nothing horrible. I am sold on getting a Brazilian done, I will be doing it every 4 to 6 weeks. J.D. also like it and was completely shocked when he realized what I did.

old friends+party=nervous

J.D. decided that we should host a BBQ tomorrow. He has recently joined FB so he has found a lot of old friends from high school. We met everyone for lunch last week and that is when he decided to have them all come to our house. I am very nervous for this. They all graduated high school 7+ years ago, the only one that was married is going through a divorce and the other one just knocked a girl up. We have completely changed since high school. We don’t fit in with that crowd anymore. I think the thing I am most nervous about is the girl that is going through the divorce, LOVES my husband. She was pissed when we started dating in high school and she was even more upset when we got married. I trust my husband but I don’t trust her. Luckily, my wonderful friends Charlotte and Samarie (and there boyfriends of course) are coming to help support me in this craziness. I probably shouldn’t be this nervous but I am. It really freaks me out. I plan on drinking the night away with my friends and having a good time. Who knows, maybe she will try and convince J.D. he is crazy for marrying a drunk psycho like me. I will laugh my ass off it that happens.

stupid people

I have a new co-worker and her name is Chalice. She is a psycho-crazy bitch. I honestly think she has Münchausen Syndrome, she keeps telling us she has multiple disorders and taking a lot of time off work and all of the test and procedures come back negative. She also makes problems where there isn’t any. She talks behind other peoples back, she tells lies on other co-workers and she will NEVER take the blame for something she has dong wrong. The most irritating thing about Chalice is she calls me her twin?!?!? Just because our names sound similar and people keep calling the wrong person for help. I can’t explain how irritating this is. Every time she sees me, she comes up gives me a hug and says “hi, twin”. WTF, you are not my twin or friend DON’T HUG ME! It is absolute bull shit. My company also does nothing about all the problems they have had with her. She has been working here since June, during this time she has taken 3 weeks of sick time and 1 week of vacation. I have been with my currently employer for 4 1/2 years and I would never be able to pull that shit. I don’t know what to do and I am getting really frustrated, anxious, irritated exasperated and I don’t know what the hell to do.

getting to know you

I’m Alice, I am a 20 something year old that lives in SLC Utah. No, I am not LDS. That is typically the first question that I get asked when someone finds out I live in Utah. I did however marry into a very religious family. My mother-in-law (mil, from here on out) told J.D. (my wonderful husband) that we didn’t know true love because we were unable to be sealed for time and all eternity in the LDS Temple. I actually have a wonderful mil and she has improved greatly over the years J.D. and I have been married.

The second most question I get asked is “why don’t you have kids” because everyone in Utah that is married is supposed to procreate. I don’t believe this, I think people should be required to have an IQ test before populating this earth. Just a few days ago a mother was letting her toddler walk around a parking lot barefoot, he stepped in hot tar and received 2nd and 3rd degree burns on both feet. The mother is blaming the state for not having a warning sign that the tar was hot.

I have created this blog to rant and rave about the stupid things I inquire on a daily basis. I love the scenery here in Utah but the politics and religion drive me insane. I want to move to Chicago but J.D. won’t let me, he doesn’t like how populated it is there.