A Woman and her Car

Hi Everyone!!!

Someday, perhaps, in a different time - a different blog - another day, 

I might just get a post out by noon....

That's my new goal. Soon.

When I turned 16, (which was on a Friday), I was behind the wheel that night. My 76 T-bird was filled to the rim with girls laughing, talking smack about boys and re-applying our lip-gloss. We were headed for the drive-in. I've never looked back. Mom swears she didn't see me for at least 2 years.

My Mom always told me she'd never, ever be without a car. It was her source of freedom. Her way of dealing with the hardships of motherhood, a job and marriage, I suppose. 

I think she felt she always had an option sitting in the driveway... 

For me, I saw my car as a source of fun. A way to be in charge of my nightly destiny. 

Of course I've had a few wrecks and lots of speeding tickets.

However, as I have aged, I see my car as a necessity. It will always be a 'way out', like it was for my Mom, but I see it more as proof of my independence. I have grown very adept at taking car photos without even crossing the yellow line. I can also eat, put on make-up, dig out my CD's from the backseat, and have a deep conversation while applying lotion to my legs. Is it safe? Nope. But I still feel a bit of control when I get behind that wheel. And, I'm a very good driver...

Here is proof:

Do you also have a love affair with your driver's license? 

Off to hit The Citizen Rosebud's shoe shine!

Reva :)

My Trip to the ER

What I looked like this time last year....

What I looked like (kinda) Tuesday night...

Let's start at the beginning shall we?

I felt it coming. It hadn't been around for a very long time. 

Let's just say, I was OVER it... 

Nope. It was back...

If only it were that simple. A little holy water, some bed sores... Instead we had to call the dreaded Ambulance. My lovely little gallbladder/spleen/pancreas innards had betrayed me. I was SiiiCK... Me and my toilet became great pals. My hubby was worried, and honestly I was too. The pain was excruciating... 

Soooo....

He concurred. I must go to the dreaded ER.

Now, one of the most dreaded parts (besides the pain and vomiting of course) was that I had on NO BRA, no shoes (too sick to tell the hubs which ones to grab), PJ pants and a giant faded pink tee shirt- oh and dirty (filthy) hair. The coolest part was upchucking all over that stupid tee shirt in the back of that haywagon they called an ambulance.

* The ride: like the back end of a pickup truck without shocks or tires...*

(I literally had to crawl out to the gurney. Too sick to walk...)

The ER Experience

Which consisted of....

1) trying to talk while spewing bile at the same time.

2) getting poked ten thousand times for a few drops of blood.

3) Waiting....

4) a LONG time...

5) Being asked "how are you feeling" 1000 times.

6) "The same", 1000 times...

7) Finally getting an ultrasound. (Now I'm feeling better, by the way)

8) Waiting. Again. Some more. Sooo thirsty....

9) Vein explodes. I knew it was, but do they listen?

10) waiting. I think we are done...

11) Oh, you must pee for us, too. I pee.

12) MORE waiting.

13) Doctor(s) - (3 shift changes by now) come in and tell me they don't see anything going on in there. Still thirsty.

14) more waiting.

15) unplugged my own leads. "Dead" for over an hour. Still thirsty.

16) 3:30AM - out to the vending machine to get a drink.... HOME.

typical.

(image:thesheaf.com)

remember me as I was...

(last May)

I'm much better and the sofa is my best friend. See ya tomorrow!

Reva :)

A Post Full!

 

 

 

Hi everybody! 
What a weekend :)

So many things went on, from wearing my 'preggers' dress in a more successful way, to some action packed roller derby. It rocks, by the way! I finished off the weekend packing up all my stuff to get ready to leave and help my Parents this week.

First the dress:

I bought several different knit styles to wear during my weight fluctuation, as in upwards. I looked pregnant, and no, noone asked since I look a tad too old to be preggers. But, I did get a few double takes for sure.  I tried the belting method, which only emphasized my belly and boobs. I tried just adding the 'magic' scarf. Nope. They went into the back of the pile-o-clothes. As many top-heavy women who don't have a defined waist, I am finally learning that sometimes what would seem to work just doesn't. All the pro's would choose this style, or a belted waist when I entered in my body profile. I learned that if I don't want to look, uh...with child, I avoid the empire look until I'm having a flat belly day. This was the day. A tad Halloweeny, but hey, it finally got to peek out of the closet!

Added an ear clip that I nabbed for a buck from JCPenney.

The new kitty relationship, no words necessary...

Yes, it's true love.

Then....
The Roller Derby!

 

My Favorite 'Jammer' K Lethal with the hubs. Isn't she so pretty and strong! There was an eclectic crowd of fun people and I liked that. Plus, to see powerful women having a blast and kicking some butt on roller skates and lipstick mixed with fishnet - well, what's not to like? 

Fashion action!

The Black Sheep is jamming. More to be revealed at a later date about the Roller Derby ;)

I still have tons of shots and a special feature surprise lined up for you guys very soon! 

All in all, a fab weekend...

(I had to post this photo. my new fave.)

(image: Advanced Style, Ari Seth Cohen)

And last but not least, This short video. I saved it for last because it is so worth the look~

I Am a Full Woman from Linda Wolf on Vimeo.

Super Huge Hugs to all. Stay safe. Stay loved.
See you soon <3
Reva