FAUX, FAUX, SQUIRRELY ME…

So next up, me and Barrelassin’ Momma and the barrelassin’ kids are headed to California for my daughter’s seventeenth birthday celebration. This obviously requires lots of planning and cooperation from everyone involved. Less than forty- eight hours until we leave and this is where I nearly derailed. Because no matter how old I get, I’m not setting Fancy free. (Maybe tomorrow, though.)

While trying to wash and pack everything I would need for such a trip I wondered if I still had a set of unused false eyelashes somewhere. I think I looked around for mere seconds before I noticed my faux leather pants hanging on the rack in front of me. Oh yes! I almost forgot! I’ve been meaning to try those on and see if they still fit me since the last time I wore them just over a year ago on my fortieth birthday.

For the record, I was not wandering around like this.
Obviously this was the first time I wore them ;).ย 

Great news! They totally fit. But, I still needed to see how my butt looked in them before committing to them and adding them to my many, many, other piles of clothes that I swore I was not taking this time. I do this each and every time. I say, next time… I’m not taking many outfits on my next trip and lugging it all around. The last trip I actually had to go and buy a duffle/duffel bag (super don’t care for the correct spelling of this word anymore. Apparently I can spell it either way in the last decade.) on wheels to get my shoes home because I shopped while away and had no more room for them.

Anyhoo…I wandered toward the bathroom mirror because I’ve recently decided the one in my bedroom is nothing but a skinny mirror and is a liar. My butt looks nothing like it does in that particular mirror. At least not in any other mirror here-maybe they’re both wrong. So I’m on my way to the bathroom and then…SQUIRREL! Not unlike the many squirrels I’ve chased just telling this story, I stopped and finished loading the dishwasher, made a phone call, answered some Facebook stuff, took the sheets from the dryer and took them to my room. I then put clothes in the dryer, brushed my hair because I had just added my faux color to it before I ever thought about my “faux” eyelashes, which is probably what me think of those in the first place come to think of it. I cleaned out a purse I haven’t carried in a while, found my lip shine and just had to see how that looked and then had to pee. It was THEN that I finally made it to the bathroom and remembered that I had started that way a long time ago to look at my real butt in my faux leather pants. I had been all over the house doing one thing and then the next wearing those things, and I still have no EYE-dea about those dang eyelashes.

Enjoy, Barrelassers ๐Ÿ˜‰

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DON’T GET IT TWISTED

We had a very Barrelassin’ Christmas at my house. Food, fun, and family! Barrelassin’ Momma received some special gifts that made her cry a little, but they were tears of joy. The kiddos were happy with their gifts and my mom, sister and husband all knocked it out of the park with all the great books I received! Do I go from extreme to another or what? I asked for and received Caroline Manzo’s book, Let Me Tell You Something and Nikki Sixx’s, The Heroin Diaries. And several more in between. They did, however, have to hook me up with a gift card for NeNe Leakes’ book, Never Make the Same Mistake Twice, because they couldn’t get their hands on a copy. I’ll fix that!ย 

So anyway, don’t you just love the shirt I’m wearing in this picture? Me too. Looks great on me huh? Now picture it a little later in the evening wrapped around my face with one arm stuck, half way over my head. Why you ask? Because that’s what I looked like wearing it while sitting at my dining table surfing the internet and trying to make one of those smooth, quick moves that every woman has undoubtedly mastered within a year of her first time wearing a bra, to attempt to get my bra off without coming out of my shirt. It’s an art. It’s like our very own magic trick, and is typically an easy one. Not so much with this shirt. I know it wasn’t the bra’s fault- I’ve taken that same bra off numerous times the same way. The bra is a team player. The shirt is new, and hasn’t quite learned the rules of living with me yet.
I’ve retraced all of my steps, and I did everything right. The shirt was definitely not cooperating. By the time it was over with, I actually felt somewhat violated. I had one arm in and one arm half out. The half arm out was stuck in an uncomfortable, not to mention unsightly position just above my head and hanging over the opposite side of my body. My hair was stuck to my face and I couldn’t see a thing! I was running out of breath during the fight and my air supply was already limited at best. I even had my own hair in my mouth.ย 
I hadn’t yet removed my false eyelashes , so when I did try to open my eyes, my lashes would rub the fabric of the shirt and try to bend backwards and stab me in the eye. I was very frustrated by the time I managed to save myself, and I’m still not quite sure how I did it. I tried to give up at one point and start over, but I never could get back to my original state. Somehow I managed to wrestle my way out just in time to actually see one of my own boobies hanging out over the top of my undershirt. It’s a miracle nobody in my house witnessed this catastrophe, but to be honest, had anyone, even a stranger shown up, I would’ve begged them to please put an end to my misery. All the spinning in circles had made me a little dizzy and I had to get my bearings. I was exhausted!
One thing was very clear to me when I escaped…the Ultra Lite was not going to cut it; I was now going to need a stiff drink!
Enjoy, Barrelassers ๐Ÿ™‚