A little spring cleaning

Jen and I did a little shopping yesterday after acupuncture (where they stuck needles in my ears! my ears! the dude asked me if i was okay and all i could do was point to my well-adorned ears) because Jen needed some new jeans and we still hadn't returned the pants from Lane Bryant that she got for Christmas. They had some decent clearance on jeans and because Jen got some good deals, I also picked out a pair of long shorts (they're called gauchos, right? i am so clueless) and two cute (boob enhancing!!) shirts for her, which meant that she got a free tank top, too. Sweet! I had been saying that it would be nice if I could get another pair of pants or two that fit, because even though I continue to wear all of the pants that I have, I'm losing most of them. So off we went to Old Navy.

The Old Navy at the South Bay Shopping Center is the crappiest Old Navy ever, because they are always SO picked clean that there are never any clothes! (NTS: find new Old Navy). I picked out a bunch of pants and shorts (and a skirt, hee) in my most current size (14)... and they were all too big. So I think Old Navy is vanity sizing now. Anyway, I love them for it, because it means that I bought a pair of capris, a pair of shorts, and a skirt all in size 12. And then three new nice tshirts that I can wear to work and some tanks to go under. And then when I got home I realized I would look exactly like Coworker Funk, who is always wearing layers of shirts and roll-up capris. Oops.

So we had a bit of a cha-ching day, which is not my favorite but it means I actually have more than a handful of shirts to wear to work this summer (I had been rotating the same sorry set of tshirts) and I also went through my closet to get rid of some clothes I never wear, namely a bunch of the men's button downs that I got while thrifting in Cbus and never seem to wear anymore. (Anyone want them? They're decent.)

But what is more important is that I have finally decided to part ways with my linen pants, which I /love/ but can't bring myself to wear because they are so bunchy in the butt on me now that I look so terrible. But they are really awesome pants and I've only worn them a handful of times, so I'd like to find them a new home. Does anyone want a pair of drawstring-and-elastic tan linen pants from Lane Bryant (size 14/16)? I'd love to give them to someone here in B-town but will also mail them to someone if they think they will wear them and give them a good home. I wore them to crena's wedding a couple of years ago, they are good stuff! Let me know.

Not as important, I also have the aforementioned button-down shirts and a pair of olive cargo pants, men's 38/34ish that have never really fit me but I used to wear anyway. Takers?

Acupuncture

So I'm a little mystified about this whole acupuncture process. On one hand, I totally get it. I never bought into the Western Medical Model and I don't really believe that health is merely a management of symptoms. I get the idea of having a healthy body system and good energy and all of that hippie stuff. I'm there. And I even am willing to concede that even though I try to make good food choices and good life choices, even though I've made great strides to become a healthier person, I still have a long way to go. And I'm willing to concede that this "long way" to go also impacts my fertility. Sure, I get it.

But then there's this opposing information I get on a daily basis from work. I mean, hello, I work with people who are fertile. They get pregnant. A lot. They are chock full of little kids! And I work with the poor, who live on processed food and fast food, who don't always care about things like balanced meals and vitamins. They certainly have stress, and they certainly don't have big bucks to shell out for alternative therapies. Some of them are addicted to drugs and have been throughout their pre-pregnancy, pregnancy, and post-pregnancy. One of them died last year from complications of several chronic health problems, several of which required hardcore pain meds. During pregnancy. They drink, they smoke, they load up on "juice" (colored sugar water), they breathe bad air and they don't meditate.

AND SOME OF THEM HAVE GOTTEN PREGNANT WITH THEIR TUBES TIED.

So THAT is a mystery to me. Why is MY lifestyle detrimental to fertility but my clients' aren't? Maybe I should live on McDonald's and Coke, cigarettes and booze. Instead, I'm paying mucho dinero to have some dude stick me full of needles and tell me that I am never ever allowed to eat ice cream ever again. How is THAT fair??!?!

Car again

The engine light is back on. Damned car. Damned shaking and sputtering all over again.
I am so sick of this effing car.