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I am not a vegan, although I have posted a vegan link on the right side of this site. I am in favor of all good and healthy food. I find this Vegan Lunch Box website inspiring.

I ran in the Step Rock Run 5k on Saturday. It was part of Herriman Town Days, and because my mom works for them, I am often tempted to participate in their activities. I also design for them, as I have said before, so I like to see what my designs look like in real life and not just on my computer.

Anway, I ran the 5k in 28ish minutes and was 5th place out of all the women, and 2nd in my age division. I was amazed. I got a medal. I am so proud. I don’t know how many people ran it, but I could not have done any better. For like the last mile there were no women in front of me to pass.

Go me!

I read today on a friends blog that she is censoring her blog. It makes me sad, because I like her sarcastic take on life and I don’t want it to change.

However, I have been thinking a lot about this lately also. I don’t want to offend anyone who doesn’t deserve it. I am going to go back through my post and delete things I am worried will hurt other people.

I am sad that some of this will be gone, but it is probably better that way. You probably won’t even notice that I have done anything, I just thought that you should know.

Some people like to get burned.

If I had never heard about fire and someone mentioned it, I would check books out from the library and research it online. I would learn that fire is hot, and it can burn. If people told me that it was hot and burned I would listen to them. Especially if lots of people, who had my best interest at heart, told me. I would listen.

Some people stand and smile nicely when they are told that fire can hurt them and then turn and jump in. They have to learn for themselves, no matter the consequence.

I don’t get it.

Today, I destroyed my only bra today. Well, the only bra that fits properly. It is one that I have had since high school. If you had seen it, you would not have known it was that old. It was in great shape. Probably because I bought it and promptly grew out of it.

I have been a B/C cup most of my life, well I have been trying to be a C. I have liked that size. It is just enough, I feel. Not to big, not to small, just enough to be proud. This bra that I destroyed was a B cup, and it was beautiful in a lacy and pretty kind of way, not a I want to reveal it all way.

So, today as I was doing laundry I threw it in with everything else. I always wash them, but then I pull them out and let them air dry. However, when I went to get my clothes out of the washer, I found that I had thrown the arm hole around the agitator and all my clothes were nice and waded up on one side of the washer. I got all that I could out of the tight little ball of clothing. When I could get not more I had to go and get the scissors and cut it to pieces. It was wound that tightly. Sad.

So, I have been wearing my wash day bra all day today. I don’t know what the point of wearing it . It is the next closest one to fitting that I have, but I do not even come close to filling it. When jj got home we went to Target on a quick bra replacement mission. I went and picked out a bunch of B cup bras. Surely, if my C cup wash day bra was to big then a B will fit. Wrong was I. I was so ashamed. I tried on all the B bras that I had, the push up padded ones kind of fit. But I was horrified to find out that I was an A Cup!! I, the mother of a child, the one who has been proud of her bosom most of her life, looked down and realized that my lovely nursing cleavage was completely gone and that I did not fit into B cups.

I went back out of the dressing room with my tail between my legs and forced myself to find some A cups that would maybe make me not look even more like a 14-year old child. I tried on all the A cups and realized they were made for children who had not born children. I could not get my saggy boobs to even come close to staying in those perky things.

So I went for the mega push-em-up push-em-up way up B cup. When you look at me on Sunday and see them and think they don’t look that bad. Remember that most of that lovely shape is made by a bra that was filled with foam and held in shape by a metal form fitting cage. They are not mine.

Here are my measurements:
Two flat and saggy pancakes.
One hanging out stomach, as in it hangs out next to me on the bed.
One big bottom, I think this is where my bosoms have gone, they have just migrated south for the rest of my life.

Here are about a million pictures to load and bog down your browser. I am considering Flickr or Picassa. I have not made any decisions yet though.

I just made these wedding announcement for a couple. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent. But I really thought they were cute.

Variation on a theme.

Somosas, they are delightful little pockets of cauliflower, carrots, onions and curry wrapped in phyllo dough; homade roll and a Clif Nectar bar, they are so good; yogurt and frozen blueberries; carrots and celery.

Stuffed green bell pepper; devils food chocolate pudding and frozen raspberries; Macadamia nuts and some gross thing from Hawaii that jj loves; spinach salad with Italian dressing on the side.

Chicken vino bianco (from The Olive Garden); carrots and celery; yogurt and frozen blueberries; cantaloupe.

Steamed rice; Shrimp and veggie chow mien for the rice; nectar bar (yum); pudding and raspberries.

Chicken Cesar wrap from Wingers; pudding and raspberries; pear slices; spinach salad.

I made this for dinner one night. I only cook really well like once or twice a week and I always plan to pre-made or eat out nights into the week. These are from one of the nights I cooked. Salmon skewers on a bed of couscous, grilled zucchini, and lettuce. It was really good, but way to much zucchini was made.

Gentry also likes to watch me cook and he has picked up my habit for organizing food. He has placed our potatoes in the cup holders of the cooler.

This is Gentry kissing his only cousin Lillie.

Don’t some people give you a revolting feeling, like the thought of a paper cut in your eye.

On Monday I made sure that everyone in my family knew that my patience reservoir for the year had dried up and that it had dried up the previous Saturday, and I was not to be bugged any longer.

At dinner time when I was supposed to be cooking frozen pizza, I threw a chocolate box from the living room into the kitchen with all the furry of my little flabby chihuaha arm, just to let everyone know I was serious about having no more patience.

So I stomped upstairs and was playing on the internet and then realized that I do this everyone month. Oh the joys of the female body. Since then I have kept myself drugged and caffeinated and things have calmed down a bit. What I really want though is an iv of diet cherry vanilla drpepper pumped into me. Also some of the green Cafe Rio dressing would be lovely on anything.

And it would be nice if the kid would stop following me around destroying the house. I guess I just need a bit of a vacation from the whining of the kid. I like him and all, and think that he is gorgeous and the cutest kid ever. But seriously whining all day long gets old at about 9:30 am.

I have been on the news on channels 4 and 5 for the past three days. I can hardly believe my fame. I am not a big part of it and it really has nothing to do with me.

My sister has been paying for a trip to New York with her theater group for the past year. The company they were using to plan the trip, Learning on Location, called the theater teacher Friday at 5 pm and told them that their trip was off and that the company was going out of business because they are bankrupt.

Saturday morning the teacher who was taking my sister, had his wife call my sister and she told her what was going on. The teacher of my sisters theater group from Riverton High School, and a teacher from West Jordan High School held a press confrence and informative meeting at the Hale Center Theater. Because my mom was on a jolly jaunt in Moab over the weekend, I was called as the back-up mother. I went with her. Because the news was there they filmed me and my sister. They got a really good shot of Tazia and you can see different peices of me at different times. Like half my arm or the top of my head. The news has been showing the same footage over the weekend.

But today I went to another meeting at Riverton High School and they filmed me writing things down and did a whole second or two of a pan of my chest. jj is so proud. I kind of look like a hobbit in an orange skirt and the camera always adds ten pounds they say.

I love to see myself on tv. Can’t wait to see the news tonight at 10.

Also, for just a second you can see Gentry’s bobbing jelly bean head peaking over the seats.

I went to the yoga class at the community center on Saturday. I have never been so sore in my life.

I take that back. The time I ran the marathon with out training, I’d say that was the worst. Child birth doesn’t count cause they keep you pretty drugged afterwards. I appreciate that.

I hurt in places that I did not know it was possible to hurt and I keep discovering new areas of hurt. I have done yoga before at a different gym and also with a video that I have. None of those even compare. The girl that taught it would demonstrate a position and then come around and make sure that we were doing it correctly. So we would be holding these positions for about 3 or 4 minutes. When she would come and adjust me I would hurt in completely new places.

At the end of the class there is a relaxation part. She had us all lie down on our mats and close our eyes. She then came around and sprayed us with some sort of sage smelling mist, I guess to help with aromatherapy relaxation. I was not expecting it and started squirming. I probably won’t remember next time.

I think that I will go every time that I am in town. I REALLY liked it.

Also, I came up with a new cute wedding announcement. Did I ever mention that I have my own graphic design/wedding announcement business? I also came up with a cute business card for myself.