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Dear Lady In The Tie-Dyed T-Shirt, I didn't get your name, and I didn't give you mine. I am sorry for that. I know you will probably never see this post, And that's ok. I wanted to give up today.  I wanted to quit. I didn't think I could do it another second.  I was done. Then you, lady in the tie-dyed t-shirt came up beside me. We made small talk, and I said how I hated to run and I didn't think I would ever be a runner. "Yes you will," you said "yes, we will," you said. You gave me the motivation to run a little further. Thank you lady in the tie-dyed t-shirt for pushing me to end the 2 mile track running in. Thank you lady in the tie-dyed t-shirt for the motivation. Thank you lady in the tie-dyed t-shirt for not giving up. You will never know how much that meant to me today. To all of you who have ever been the lady in the tie-dyed t-shirt, I thank you. I could not think of a better post for my 50th post, than to get to expre

Ok, so my birthday isn't until Tuesday and maybe I celebrate my birthday for an extended period of time, but that's just how I roll. Friday started the birthday celebration.  I got to spend my Friday night with the most amazing, most awesome, most spectacular, most fabulous and hands down the most interesting group of ladies on the planet.  I was blessed to meet this girls six years ago in college.  We all worked at a day care, where we cared for children, caused many shenanigans, and grew up.  Honestly, I didn't like some of them when I started (and they know about it), luckily I outgrew that and now have four of the best friends anyone could have. We go to get dinner together once a month (this started in Jan. 2012 and we have yet to miss a month) and have an annual Christmas party, along with a birthday bash in mid-April to celebrate our birthdays.  Our night consisted of lots of laughs, food, girl talk and texting boys.  Maybe one day I will do an introduction to my

No matter how stores try to candy coat it, there is a certain stigma around the plus size section of stores.  They can call it curvy or misses or whatever, but we all know what it is.  There is an imaginary line in the middle of the store where no one wants to cross.  At least that's how I feel about it.  I'm sure the girls on the "regular" side could careless, or the workers for that matter, but I always feel self conscious when shopping on the side of the store.  Sure, you get used to it and laugh when you're with your skinny friends and say "I'll be over on the big girl side" and saunter on your way to the plus size section.  While you began to search through the racks on your side, you secretly long to be on the other side of the store, where there is double, sometimes triple the selection of clothes.  You find something, take it back to the dressing room to try it on.  It doesn't look right, it's too tight, it's not what you thought

*Don't worry single friends, I'm still working on the blog I asked for help with....it will take a while....it's not one of those set down and type it out* I am a fairly open person.  So I thought It was time for me to do some confessions.  Here we go (like everything here, some are silly, some are serious, most are known, some are serious). Favorite Body Part:  My legs.  I don't really know how they got to look so good, I guess it was tennis when I was younger, but I love them and I always have. Least Favorite:  My boobs.  They are huge and they are always in the way and I hate them.   Easter 2012 Favorite Feature:  My hair.  It is awesome. Least Favorite:  My eyes.  I love the color, but hate the shape. When I go to Wal-Mart I always buy:  I always walk out with nail polish or People Style Watch.  They are my guilty pleasure. The Most Played Song On My Itunes:  What I'd Say by Gary Allan Current Obsession:  Mint Green, Chevron, iPhone cases, Etsy,