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The prompt for week 3 is - Describe your physical self.
Your size – clothes size
Draw your hands
Now, I made a short practice video explaining about this week's prompt. Any constructive feedback is welcome - http://youtu.be/OHSvyUYoXs4
Your size – clothes size
Draw your hands
Now, I made a short practice video explaining about this week's prompt. Any constructive feedback is welcome - http://youtu.be/OHSvyUYoXs4
This is going to be the Reader's Digest Condensed version, 'cause, really? Do you really want to read EVERYTHING???
I am 5’6” tall which is 7” taller than mom and about 2” shorter than dad.
I was blessed with two great parents who did their best to raise me in the Lord and to give me the tools that I would need to have a successful life after I “flew the coop.”
My eyes are hazel in color. They tend to be brown with gold flecks but I have seen them change color to look more green with gold flecks as well. At any rate, they can be quite dark if I am angry.
I am told I have an expressive face that doesn’t quite conceal my emotions as much as I feel I am doing, but I am also told that I can have quite a scary expression with eyes like those of a shark—dead and deep—which can discomfit those on whom that expression is turned. I have seen those eyes staring back at me at times from my son. I do not know from whom I get that expression. I have not seen it in my mother. Perhaps dad then?
I have pierced ears. Growing up I always wanted to have my ears pierced but mom would not allow that.
Well, the first thing I did upon going away to college was to go to Wal-Mart where they had just begun piercing ears in the jewelry department. The girl placed the stud which was pretty large with a pointed tip into the gun, put it up to my ear and shot the stud into my ear. Boom! That was all! I actually didn’t feel any pain—I guess because it was so fast. Then, she asked if I was okay—YES—and went for the second ear. Boom! Done! Here is some spray. Spray them 3 times a day (alcohol is what it smelled like) and twist the stud in my ear so it wouldn’t grow into the ear and get stuck. No prob. Done! LOVED IT!!!!
When I was about 25, my skin decided to break out. Why then? It hadn’t been a severe problem growing up, but all of a sudden, there it was. I tried several different regimens from inexpensive to very expensive and I finally decided to play around with my own skin care.
I found that using just my bath soap with baking soda scrub each morning in the shower was just what the doctor ordered for my oily skin and managed the breakouts perfectly. I have used that for decades now.
Recently, I discovered that if I use oil to wash my face, it is very happy as my skin was getting older and having moved to TX, I have the first tan that I have had in, well, since I was a little kid. I created a fractionated coconut oil wash to which I added Frankincense and Helicrysum which has been wonderful in erasing the lines and wrinkles and smoothing out the discolorations in my skin. I have continued to use Baking Soda in the shower as well. It is doing well to this point.
My skin has always been very fair. I have always used the most fair makeup it was possible to get.
When in school, I was not allowed to wear make-up. I would have friends buy makeup for me and keep it for me at school. In the morning after arriving at school I would run in and apply the make-up quickly and try to keep it so that it wasn’t really obvious, but was better than natural in my eyes. I would wipe it off before I went home. Don’t know when or if mom ever figured it out. By my Junior year I was allowed to wear makeup as long as it didn’t look like this:
To be fair, it was the time when girls were wearing that really bright blue and green eyeshadow—the creamy stuff that eventually through the day would end up in the creases of the eye in little gooey lines and a bunch of harsh black mascara and liner and really shiny, dare I say sticky gooey lip gloss which wasn’t really a good look. (though Tammy Faye kept the look alive for an extra decade or two while the rest of us moved on…)
Yet, my skin has never burned when in the sun. When in high school I would take a canoe float trip with dad, I never used sun screen and while others were looking like lobsters at the end of the float, you couldn’t even see where my bathing suit strap had been. It was always frustrating to me as a teenager because I wanted to be tan, but never could get a tan at all. I think perhaps that was a good thing as my skin is pretty good for an old lady. Thanks Pennsylvania Deutch (German) heritage which also gave me a fairly prominent nose!
I still have most of my teeth. I didn’t go to the dentist much, but apparently had strong teeth. I did get a couple of fillings in my molars while in school which was a very unpleasant experience as the dentist in our small town was pretty harsh and dare I say brutal to young kids. After that experience I never wanted to see a dentist again!
Even now, decades later, I HATE the dentist! I now have several crowns the last of which I had done on the top years ago by a guy who is supposed to be a very good dentist. The tooth was infected and had to have something done. He drilled the root canal and left it to drain while waiting for the crown to come in but never gave me an antibiotic to kill the infection. He put the crown on about a week to 10 days later and within a couple of days the pain was so intense that I was ready to scream. I went back to him whereupon he drilled through the crown to drain the infection, gave me a Zpack and had me come back in about a week to have the crown filled. And YES! He charged me for EVERY visit! CASH!!!! To this day, my sinus is affected and the nerve running around the side of the mouth and down to my chin and back to my ear is kind of numb. Not so bad that it droops, but it feels funny and my sinus on that side is always the worst when I have a runny nose.
Sometime in my 30’s or 40’s, my wisdom teeth decided to make themselves known. I was told by a dentist that I have a small mouth. I asked the dentist to repeat that for my husband! LOL
One of my wisdom teeth was able to be extracted by pulling it but I still have 3 others. At times, they will push and can get somewhat painful. This has caused some of my other teeth to crack or chip including my two front teeth. Darn it! Since having the one wisdom tooth pulled on the top, the pressure is off of my top front teeth, but they are still chipped. Not sure what to do about that, but not excited to find out either. I was so happy that we had dental insurance when our son was in high school and decided to have his wisdom teeth extracted!
I have a few scars. One is on my right arm just above the wrist and runs up the arm. I received this when I was pretty young and fell, catching my arm on a metal downspout at our home. Apparently, it was rather deep but didn’t get stitches and healed fine, but is about an eighth of an inch wide by 1 ¼’ long. It is bright white and usually doesn’t show up much because I am very fair skinned.
My parents kind of used the "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" way of medical interventions which tradition I have continued with my son and hubbs.
I did not end up with the little circular scar on my upper arm from the smallpox vaccine given to us in school. I received the vaccine like everyone else, but it just never “took” and never left the scar. Most ended up with a scar that looked similar to this:
|This is not my arm--just so that you can see what a smallpox scar would look like.|
I have a scar on the right hand where I had a growth removed. It kept growing and growing and finally the doctor was consulted and removed the offending growth. It turned out to be quite deep into the fatty part of my hand right above the thumb and was a cluster of warts. I had several stitches after it was removed and that scar is about 1 inch long with the stitch scars bisecting it.
I have a couple of scars from a cat bite in the late 1980’s. It was a stray and really nailed me. I got antibiotics and came home and soaked it in Epsom salts several times a day and it healed fine. BTW, by the time the cat was ready to come out of confinement, I had found him a nice home in a co-worker’s barn where he lived happily catching mice thereafter and my co-worker was happy to have a good sized Tom to keep other strays at bay…
I have a pretty good scar on my elbow which was the result of horseplay between my oldest brother and myself when I came running up the basement steps with him in hot pursuit. I slammed the door closed and braced my arm between the basement door and the back door of the house that led to the outside. Once, when he gave a good shove with his elbow, my arm slipped and went through the glass in the outside door driving a long thin piece of glass deep into my elbow. Ouch! Dad replaced that window with a piece of what I have come to know as zip glass, kind of frosted with long lines in it and to my knowledge it is still there today, though I have not been back to visit the house since my parents moved in 1999. I wonder if it is still there…at any rate, it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. LOL
I have several shallow scars around. Several from my dog, Frank the Pug, who hates to have his nails clipped. He is a fighter and the newly clipped nails dig into my arm as he fights. He would never bite me, but he does scratch to get away. Those usually end up as dark scars which fade eventually.
I have a plethora of stretch marks from my pregnancy. I got huge and have the stretch marks to prove it! He was so worth it, though!
I have two scars in my belly button, one on my side and one just below the rib case where I had two surgeries.
The first one was for gallbladder in 1997.
The second surgery that used similar incisions was my lapband surgery in October, 2008.
And that brings me to my weight. I was wearing a size 4X and that was tight. I was always trim growing up and up until I got pregnant I wore a size 3 on top, 7 on the bottom and could wear a size 5 dress. Yep, I am a pear…Thanks mom! And I have large thighs—thanks again mom! But I had a rockin’ metabolism and could eat whatever I wanted and never gained. Yay!
I had a difficult pregnancy and I gained 80 lbs and after giving birth to a healthy 8 lb baby boy, I had not even lost the 8 lbs that he weighed, let alone any water weight! That was really devastating to me!
Over the years, I tried to lose weight, would lose weight, then gain the weight which brought friends along to the party and over time, just ballooned out. Finally, in 2008 I had lapband.
I have now lost 100 lbs and would like to lose another 50 lbs, but at the present I haven’t found a place to perform the fills needed. I am maintaining though—which is good because the last time I was not able to maintain and gained 25 lbs back before I was able to visit a place to get a fill.
At any rate, I now wear a XL both top and bottom and feel a lot better. I have a lot of sagging skin which due to the length of time that it has been since I have lost much weight now, is beginning to be less saggy—thank goodness! I was feeling like a balloon that had been blow up fully and then the air let out leaving me wrinkly and saggy! Oye!
I always kept my nails long during high school. I didn’t necessarily keep them polished, but I did have long nails that didn’t break—even when I welded and had my hands in chemicals like Methyl Ethyl Keytone the summer between high school graduation and college. Until---duh duh duh duh—pregnancy! After I became pregnant I was unable to keep a nail. They were weak, brittle and nasty. I was doomed…
Then, after my lapband surgery, I was told about using Biotin to help with protein absorption and before long, I was noticing that my nails were getting strong and my skin on my elbows was baby soft. My hands and all of my skin was softer and I liked touching it—even though I have never used moisturizer.
Since that time, I have grown my nails and have painted my toenails and fingernails. I love to use different colors, glitter, blingy stones, seasonal stickers and whatever suits my fancy on my nails! What fun!
You will rarely see me without painted nails now, which I paint myself, and most of the time they are quite crazy! The toes and fingernails rarely match.
I wear a 14 k yellow gold wedding band all of the time. It is about 8mm (5/16”) wide. This was not my original wedding band. That wedding band is about the same width since it has been attached to my engagement ring, but after pregnancy and the weight, I could not get the original rings off. That ring was a 14 k yellow gold fancy design and had a small but pretty diamond in it that came in at .025 carats. The diamond was a wider and less deep cut so it looks a bit bigger—more like a quarter carat or perhaps a third carat even though it is but a chip. I instantly fell in love with that ring set. The jeweler sold us on it saying that many people want to start small and then on their one year anniversary replace the small diamond with a 1 carat diamond and the store would give us the amount that my diamond was worth on the day that I bought it towards the bigger diamond of at least twice the carat weight. Obviously, that would not be hard to accomplish with that small diamond.
Fast forward several years when I was working at the office. The diamond fell out of the setting and I couldn’t get the rings off. The more I tried, the more my hand swelled. Finally, I just called the building maintenance guy who came up with some wire cutters and cut it off for me.
We didn’t have the money to get the diamond reset and the rings soldered, so I went “naked” for a long time. Besides, our marriage had been quite rocky for the first 8 or so years and I wasn’t fond of that darned thing anyway!
Well, Gman was going to be traveling for work and wanted me to have a wedding band, so we went to Wal-Mart and found the 8 mm gold band for about $99 on clearance. It was fine. Not a big deal. It would work until we had the funds to have the original set fixed and maybe fixed with a bigger diamond. J
Fast forward several years. We finally had the funds to have the ring fixed. I had been dragging that envelope around through move after move and state after state and it was time.
So, we took it to a jeweler to have it fixed. When I got it back, it seemed like every time I wore it, we fought and I would go back to the plain band. That original set was just cursed!
Later, I began wearing the original set like a ring guard for the plain ring. This made a nice wide gold ring with a small diamond and I liked the look a lot. Even though it was a small diamond, it seemed regal swimming in that sea of gold and to this day, when we go out somewhere, that is how I wear my rings.
Last year Gman offered me a new diamond or a pistol. Here are my rings...
|The set closest to the knuckle are my original set and the plain band is the band that I got after having the original set cut off of my finger.|
I do LOVE that pistol!
I also wear necklaces and have quite a few. I have always had necklaces, but when I was working as a Realtor, each time that I sold a house, I rewarded myself with a piece of jewelry. If it was a lower priced house it was a lesser piece of jewelry, if it was a more expensive house, a more expensive piece of jewelry. Much of my jewelry has an address. One small house that was so inexpensive that I barely saw any commission garnered me a toe ring. J
Also, somewhere along the way, I started wearing ankle bracelets. I have several and really enjoy them along with my toe rings.
I am never without my plain gold band. Rarely without earrings and often have the necklace as well. I save the anklets, bracelets and toe rings for going out occasions usually.
I have 3 watches currently. A white one for summer, a black and white sports watch for winter and regular wear and a cute coppery colored one with blingy gems to wear for dressing up. I have recently begun wearing a bracelet on the same wrist with the watch.
My feet are a sturdy foundation coming in at a 9 or 9 ½ depending on the shoe. I have had a couple of broken toes—I think. I never went to the hospital for those because really all they can do is kind of buddy tape them and let them heal or that is what they did back in the day. The first one was when I was moving a round shaped Buddy L bbq grill over some uneven pavers in the back of mom and dad’s house in high school. The grill fell on my middle toe on my left foot which turned black and swelled immediately. We taped it, applied ice and let it heal. I hurt my left foot when I stepped out of the doorway and fell off of my clog, twisting the foot. It swelled, turned lots of colors and hurt like the dickens. I put an ace bandage around it and borrowed a cane from a co-worker and gimped around for a while. I figured it was probably fractured, but again, if it doesn’t need to have bones put back in place and is only a stress fracture or in place fracture, they will give you an ugly Frankenstein boot and call it a day, so why not just skip the hours in the ER and go straight to wrapping it and getting on your way, right? It does still give me some trouble when the weather changes quickly. I recently dropped a sledge hammer on my right foot on the toe next to the pinkie. I just put some lavender EO and arnica oil on it which really worked amazingly well by the next morning and since I am wearing flip flops anyway, let it heal up.
I only wear Clark’s shoes, having found that my feet are so happy in those that I don’t want to wear anything else. I do have one pair of crocs flip flops that I wear to the pool or in a public shower. Otherwise, it is Clark’s for everything from dress to flip flops and tennis shoes. I was wearing a wide width, but since losing the weight, I just wear a normal width. I have never been nor will I ever be a narrow width shoe. Since moving to TX, my flip flop collection has grown quite a lot! I am told that they wear them year round down here. Okay…gonna find out...
My hands are shapely and I have never had any angst over them. I like the shapes of the fingers and the shapes of my hands. They are strong and would seem to be fairly large for a woman. My right had pinky was broken in two on January 31, Super Bowl Sunday 1998 when I was out back with our lab puppy, Bo. I had him on a harness with a long length of rope when a cat came whizzing by. Bo took off like a freight train and by the time he got to end of the 25 ft of rope, he had enough force to pull me off of my feet straight on to my face. My hand was under my body and the little finger was bent all the way back. Bo, seeing me on my face, immediately returned and stood while I used him to help get to my feet. We went into the house, I bagged some ice, wrapped it in a towel and told Gman we were going to the hospital. He asked why and I held up my hand. I haven’t seen him quite that white before.
I can still feel a slight indentation at the spot, but it works well. The middle finger and ring finger had soft tissue injury which actually hurt worse than the break once the break was set. I could tell the weather for a couple of years after that with excellent accuracy. Gman would ask me if he needed an umbrella and the finger didn’t steer him wrong. It is rare that they act up now, but every once in a while the weather changes very rapidly I do get a rather severe pain run through the ring finger especially.
|When I lifted up my hand, I had a nice neon print which I made into a turkey like we did as kids!|
My hands have begun to get somewhat crepe papery and do look older now. Doesn’t seem so much in person, but when I take pictures of them, they do seem older. No longer the firm soft hands of a youngun which is as it should be but I wish it wasn’t.
The rest of my skin seems to be good but looks somewhat loose still due to age and the loss of the weight.
My hair was always dark ash brown growing up. I am told by my hair dresser that it is still that color in the back underneath. It is just the top that has begun to gray. Actually, that started to happen in my 20’s right at my widow’s peek. Ever since that first gray hair, I have colored. I started with a wash which made the gray look like natural highlights. Then, went to semi-permanent where once I decided to try a kind of burgundy red right before the holidays which turned my hair pretty coppery, so I decided to tone it down with some dark ash brown that I had. The resulting purple made my son yell, "cool color mom!" when I picked him up at middle school.
Now, since traveling in the 5th wheel where hot water is scarce, I go to the hair dresser and have highlights and lowlights put in. It has gotten strangely lighter over the years to the point where the top is mostly light. Not going there…nope…I am totally fighting the whole gray thing all the way…I don’t want to know how gray I may be…
I have always had shapely calves culminating in a trim ankle. They are more shapely now that I have lost weight, but were always shapely even then. They are just smaller now. My knees are still quite padded, but hopefully that will take care of itself with the rest of the weight loss. I have always had thighs and a butt and if the breastbone was the new cleavage when I was growing up—I would have had it made! Pear shaped, people, pear shaped.