BFH

I had achieved a really nice shade of whiteness for my teeth by occasionally using whitening strips and gels as well as using whitening toothpaste twice a day. The last time I had my teeth cleaned and examined, the dentist recommended a mouthwash that would toughen up my gums a little. Instead it made my teeth brown. So I stopped using it and have researched the proper way to brush my teeth and am perfecting my technique. I’m still using a manual brush but may upgrade to a power brusher soon. I’m still hoping to get back to the white perfection I had previously attained.

My cooking extravaganza from the weekend included a pot of chicken corn chowder, turkey meatloaf, potato pancakes, a free styling pasta dish (tip: bacon makes everything better), some cookies (except for cookies), and I cut up a couple cantaloupes. I can’t remember the last time I did all that. I’m compiling a cookbook of my favorite recipes. I collect recipes almost like a hobby. I only have to make something once and like it to put it in my cookbook. I’d love to have a specific page here dedicated to shared favorite recipes.

I used my Old Navy coupons (that I found in my pocket in Vegas) last week to buy new jeans (in a new size!), 3 tank tops, running shorts, and striped short sleeved collared shirt. I think my total bill was around $48 but then I had the $20 in coupons and some gift card money. It was a good trip. The fun part is that because I have a sewing machine and I want to pretend that I can tailor my clothes, I get to channel my inner seamstress and try to make the clothes really fit me. Good times. I have a whole pile of new and old clothes that need some sort of sewing attention. I’d like to start tackling that pile this week.

I had to make my ON selections rather hastily. I prefer to shop on weekday evenings instead of the weekends. The clearance racks seem to be in better order and it’s just less of a circus. I’ve shopped there enough to figure out that ON turns the music off in their dressing rooms about 5 minutes before they close. On Thursday night when the music went off, I had a huge pile of things I was trying to make up my mind on. I ended up buying a halter that I returned on Sunday. While I was waiting in an extremely long line (stupid weekend lines) to return it, in front of me in line, there was a woman wearing black spandex hot pants, a black spandex low cut shirt, and heels. She had dyed blond hair (with some darker roots showing), a nice tan, and huge gozangas. She sort of reminded me of the guests that Jerry Springer has on his “People Mistake My Mom for a Stripper” episode except she was probably prettier. Anyhow, I’m not used to seeing people dressed like that in real life. Especially not people who are out with their husband and two kids buying a boatload of clothes at Old Navy. It was all very bizarro. That, in and of itself, I can handle. What I can’t handle is when her 2 bratty kids started acting up and neither of the parents did anything to get make them behave. I’m not a parent so I can’t really understand what it takes to discipline a child but I just don’t understand why parents bring their kids out into public if the kids have no idea how to behave. Just a pet peeve of mine.

I was in the model shop area at work yesterday. I tend to feel a little uneasy in that environment because I'm a girl and I never played with tools growing up. This one time, in advanced shop class at Case (EMAE290?), I cried, but I guess that's a story for another time. Yesterday, we were looking for the largest vise we could find and when we couldn’t find one, the guy I was working with mumbled under his breath, “I need a BFH…” I asked him what that stood for and he told me it means a Big F-ing Hammer. Ryry confirmed that this is part of the standard lexicon in a shop area. Who whudda thunk?

Achieved a new low weight today. I stood on the scale an extra 5 seconds this morning to savor it. Going in with the attitude, “today is the heaviest weight I will ever be” is providing much comfort. I’m trying force myself to believe that the numbers I saw 2, 6, 12 months ago, will never be see again. Rarrrr.

Along that same line, when I buy clothes for myself, I often think about the poor, malnourished children who are sewing them in sweatshops in Malaysia. I wonder if they ever hold them up to their boney bodies and think, “do people this big really exist?”