Pulled a Trish

Stick up bra’s don’t work

November 12, 2006 by Tricia

Remember my experiment with a stick-up bra this past summer? Wait, maybe you don’t remember because I only told you about buying the stick up bra cups – not what happened when I tried to use them.

This past summer Chris’ cousin got married and I decided to wear that Marylin Monroe style blue dress that I had purchased last April for my nieces wedding. I didn’t wear it for my nieces wedding- chickened out and wore the black dress I had purchased at the time instead.

Well, the lovely blue dress has a very low bare back and you cannot wear a normal bra with it. I had to either wear a strapless bra and try to be sure it wasn’t seen, or wear the stick up cups. I chose the cups.

Unfortunately it was a very hot day, and during the wedding ceremony of all times, I felt one side of my bust drop a bit. Oh oh. Now you can’t start fiddling with your breasts during while someone is saying their vows can you? Nope. Not even when you can feel that sticky tickling feeling of something peeling off your skin. So I tried not to move too much, and after the ceremony as we were gathered outside on the church steps I felt the other side of my bust drop a bit too.

A few steps later and guess what? One of the stick up cups managed to wiggle out of my dress and fell to my feet. I was right in front of the priest too! I carefully bent over and put my purse on top of the bra cup and scooped it up without being seen I think. My husband was aware of what happened but we don’t think anyone else noticed. Man, that was embarrassing though. We went home before the reception so that I could put on a strapless bra. I don’t think I’ll experiment with stick ups again.

I’ve always had some trouble finding a great fitting bra and I suppose it’s the same story with stick on cups too. I’ve got a narrow upper body and if I find a bra that fits me in the bust I’ll notice that the straps and bands are too loose.

Even as a young girl I had trouble with teenage bras. I was flat as a board as a teenager but my mom insisted that I need a bra, so a bra I did have. Now, I think I’ve grown into my bust – My chest isn’t too small anymore, nor do I think I’ll ever find a need for those plus size bras either. I think, and I’m sure my husband would agree, that my bust is just the right size.

Weird things happen to me

November 8, 2006 by Tricia

Last Thursday evening I was sitting on the couch. My husband and I had just eaten dinner and I was talking to him. I can’t remember what I was talking about – what was on TV perhaps? Anyway, at the end of whatever I was saying I made a weird noise that involved me sticking out my tongue or twisting it around and moving my head to the side at the same time. It was supposed to be a funny sound to punctuate whatever I was talking about I guess.

Yes, you know I’m weird, don’t look at me that way!

Right after I did that I had extreme pain under my jaw on the right side. The pain traveled to the back of my throat, the top of my head. WTF? It hurt to swallow. OMG what did I just do to myself? And how? All I did was make a funny sound. People do that every day don’t they? Why the hell was it hurting so much?

I must have pulled a muscle in the base of my tongue or some muscle just under my jaw. Now who does that? No one! No one but super klutzy me that is. I hoped the pain would ease off in a few minutes. You know like when you hit your elbow. It hurts like crazy when you bang your elbow but five minutes later you can barely remember that you hit it. It took until the next day before it didn’t hurt or feel funny.

I’m shaking my head. You’d think that if I was going to pull a muscle in my tongue or jaw that I’d at least be doing something interesting or erotic when it happened.

Coffee and Drool

October 9, 2006 by Tricia

I’m an idiot.

Doc Mom, sign me up for your idiot of the week would you?

Chris and I went to his parents home in Brantford Ontario (home of the Telephone, and Wayne Gretzky’s home town). We were there to celebrate our Canadian Thanks Giving.

It was a typical holiday family gathering – parents, aunts and uncles and siblings … uh no, there wasn’t any siblings. Chris’ two sisters and their husbands were supposed to be there but they didn’t show up.

We visited for a while then we sat down to a meal of –

Turkey
Maple Ham – I do NOT like Maple, I’m not a good Canadian
Mashed potatoes
Mushed I mean mashed turnips – not a fav
A combo dish of baked candied turnip and sweet potatoes
Two types of stuffing – I luv stuffing (get your minds out of the gutter)
Carrots
Three types of cranberry (jellied, whole and some kind of cranberry and marmalade mix?)
some red wine
A tiny slice of Chocolate caramel brownie cheese cake and a scoop of maple (yuck!) walnut ice cream.

Oh yes I also had a beer before dinner and one after it too.

After a bit more visiting, we snuck into a neighbors house that is under construction to see how the huge house was coming along. When I say snuck, I mean just about everyone that was at the dinner went to the empty shell of a house. Then Chris’ dad decided he wanted to take us to lovely downtown Brantford to show us the changes that are taking place there. I took some pictures since it has a quaint small town feel to it.

Then we visited for a little longer and then since we were taking Chris’ Uncle back home to Toronto we decided to hit the road.

We stopped at a Tim Hortons to get some coffee for the trip as we were leaving town. I don’t like drinking my coffee when it’s hot. I kind of like it best luke warm. So I opened it up, and sipped a bit. I was sitting in the backseat and I didn’t have a cup holder so I rested the coffee cup between my legs.

I almost never sleep in the car but I guess the turkey, full tummy, wine and beer got to me and I fell asleep for at least half an hour.

I woke up when my husband pulled off the highway and headed towards his Uncles home. My head was leaning far to the right. I blinked a few times “Where am I?” and “Why is my mouth wet?” Ew I was drooling! Yeah, my head was at such an angle that I must have drooled while I was asleep. I drooled enough that my shoulder was a bit damp too. Ew.

But that’s not why I’m an idiot.

Remember that coffee?

No, it didn’t spill. It must have continued to stand while it rested between my legs and I slept, BUT and this is a big but, it either sloshed a bit or the hot coffee steam made my pants wet.

Yeah, I woke up and discovered that I had Coffee Crotch. LOL And no I didn’t pee myself. Yes I’m sure. It was just the front and a bit of my pant legs that were damp and smelling strongly of coffee. Needless to say I had a shower and a change of clothes when we got home. No more coffee crotch for me.

I’m always doing some silly thing. Hopefully that was the dumbest thing I end up doing this month.

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Quick Change Artist

September 1, 2006 by Tricia

Do you have any special skills?

A unique, yet possibly quirky talent?

I do! I’m a quick change artist.

I don’t remember exactly when I realized that I had this super power. I think that acquiring super powers is something like getting a headache. It’s not there, it’s not there, BOOM, Oh my gosh do I ever have a headache. Curiously headaches seem to leave the same way too don’t they?

But I digress, back to my talent.

I can completely change my top in public without anyone being able to see any parts that I don’t want seen. Ah, I know, not much fun for those watching ’cause they probably want to see what I’m trying to hide. Tough.

How did I acquire this hidden talent? And why? Well, I think it had something to do with having a cottage as a child. Huh?

Well, we used to go up to our cottage in the late fall, and early spring, sometimes we even went in the winter. Do you know how cool cottage bedrooms that are far from the Oil heater or fireplace get in the cool months? They’re freezing!

As a child I was forced to master changing from whatever I was wearing- usually pants and a top and perhaps a sweater, into my little nightie or flannel pj’s (depending on the time of year) without actually baring any flesh to the frigid air. This was the only way to avoid massive goosebumps, and a case of the shivers that often lasted 2 hours or so.

So it makes sense that I developed this talent out of necessity as a child, right? But I still use my hidden talent on occasion. Sometimes it’s necessary.

Take for example my most recent quick change scenario:

Last Saturday, while we were in Chicago, we were rushing to find the concert hall that we had to be at before 8 p.m. after leaving the downtown area. We were lost. We’d left the downtown area at about 7:15 p.m. after our afternoon of sightseeing and picture taking, knowing that we were cutting it close. By 7:45 p.m. my husbands brother realized we were lost and finally stopped for directions.

I had a feeling this might happen. I had wanted to change from the t-shirt and shorts that I was wearing while touring downtown Chicago into a nice top and some jeans prior to the concert. Just before we left our parking space I’d grabbed my top out of the the trunk and brought it into the front passenger seat with me. I had a feeling that I would need to do a quick change scene.

Knowing we’d only just get there in time to get in and find our seats before the concert started I decided to change my top. I don’t think I’ve ever done this before while moving slowly through crowded city streets, in the front of a car with the window down and the sunroof open. If I made a mistake, not only would my friends and family get an unexpected exposure, but so would complete strangers who were passing by our car as we drove the crowded streets, or when we were stopped at a set of lights.

I was also trying to be a good law abiding citizen and keep my seat belt (lap and shoulder strap) on while completing this quick change. This complicated matters, as did the fact that I was trying to change into a tiny little tank top with multiple holes for my arms or neck to make a mistake poking through.

It was a struggle! It was probably like watching someone struggle out of a straight jacket. At one point my arm was stuck in an awkward position behind my back, in the tank top that was under my t-shirt. I thought I might have to dislocate my shoulder to complete the act, or be forced to bare it all. Finally, my arm slipped into the right place and the tank top was in place. Off came my t-shirt to reveal the cute tank underneath.

I didn’t know what the concert would be like, dressy, casual or what. So I decided to put a nice open shirt over the tank top. Unfortunately I was still wearing the shorts. What I was wearing on top didn’t quite go with the shorts I was wearing, but I’ve yet to master changing into tight jeans while in a car. If they’d been baggy or looser jeans yeah, I probably would have tried. Oh well.

Since I have these unique super powers I decided to take a test to find out which Super Hero I’m most like:

Your results:

You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man		85%
Superman		80%
The Flash		65%
Green Lantern		65%
Wonder Woman		60%
Supergirl		60%
Iron Man		60%
Robin		57%
Catwoman		50%
Hulk		45%
Batman		45%

You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.

Click here to take the “Which Superhero am I?” quiz…
Where does Spiderman change anyway? Doesn’t he always just appear in costume whenever he’s needed? Yeah, he must be a quick change artist too. As you can see I’m also 80% like Superman and we all know he changes in telephone booths, right? Kinda like me changing in a car.

So which Super Hero are you, and do you have any hidden talents or skills that match your Super Hero persona?

Come on, talk to me.

Hey! I’m still waiting

August 28, 2006 by Tricia

Hmrmmph. Well, that’s the last time I ask anyone for a donation. Not one of you responded to my donation request. Actually that’s not true, there was some laughter, but no offers of donations.

Really people. You know I’m a major klutz if you’ve read any of my posts. Doesn’t anyone want to prevent my next big accident?

You didn’t send it before my Chicago trip and for all you know I did it again. Let’s hope not!

I need bubble wrap. Yes indeedy I do.

I’ve already had two bad falls this year and there’s still 4 and a bit months to go. I’m certain that there’s yet another great fall coming my way. I want to be pro-active and protect myself so that when it happens, and I’m pretty sure it will, I won’t hurt myself.

I can’t live in a bubble, but I can wrap myself in bubbles. Yes, that’s just what I hope to do if only some kind folk would donate some bubble wrap. Hey, I might even create some new fashion trend – bubble pants, bubble shirt or jacket, and of course I need a bubble helmet because one of my falls got my chin.

Darn, I missed the boat on that invention. I just found out that my idea is not original, someone already invented bubblewrap suits. Never the less- I still need one.

I wonder how creative I could get? The clear bubble wrap could be used as a sexy suit a la saran wrap; and the pink bubble wrap could be made into bubble wrap dresses, skirts, and blouses. If I wore a bubble wrap suit while boating I wouldn’t have to wear a life jacket because I’m pretty sure I’d float. I’d just have to watch out for rocks, sharks and piranha. The bubble wrap suits might be a little warm in the summer but I suppose I could always put some ice on the inside. They’d be warm in the winter with all that air for insulation and I could probably just slide where ever I wanted to go.

If you don’t want to read about any more injuries or falls please send some bubble wrap. Yes you, stop popping the bubbles and send me the wrap whenever you get a package that has some in it.

Stick up bra’s don’t work

Weird things happen to me

Coffee and Drool

Quick Change Artist

Hey! I’m still waiting

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