I got to sleep in this morning – except I wondered if I’d made arrangements to consult with Darryl or not, so I was up around 7:45 and left a message with him at a more appropriate hour. Better than nothing, I suppose. I had to drop Ethan off to meet with a friend at 10 and after, I was looking forward to yoga this morning; yesterday’s session stirred something up in me and I was ready to push harder and stretch further, 
rather than simply going through the motions. This is good stuff.
After a shower, my goal was to head out to get some lingerie and a bikini for Mexico. I’m not a huge Victoria’s Secret fan – I think the last time I went was maybe 6 years ago to purchase a bra which broke after a few months, but a new one was in El Dorado Hills, so I headed in with the masses. It is madness in there – add a wet bar and you have a rockin’ club scene. I was measured right there, which didn’t bother me in the least. In my singlehood, nudity and I have become close friends, so having a woman measure my bra size in a packed store is nothing. The young lady who brought me to a fitting room and checked on me, Marissa, was amazing. She was thorough, explained I was actually a 34 DD and not a 38 DD and explained that decreasing band size means an increase in cup size. So all my 36 Cs are wrong, but fortunately they are lace and are maneuverable. I also got some new types of panties with no seams. Weird.
I couldn’t find a matching bikini – you either found a top or a bottom but nothing that worked together, so I headed to Nordstrom Rack – and left within 5 minutes. I didn’t look for other things, but the swimsuit rack was a joke. Off to Roseville Galleria, where they wanted $78 for a bikini top alone (nope), looked in
several more stores(nope, nope, nope) and finally discovered Macy’s with an entire little store only for swimsuits! I found a few I fit in and bought a bikini. This is more clothes-shopping than I have done in years. I am generally a throw a few tshirts cart and I’m good, yet notice I am beginning to change my attitude towards clothing and how I present myself. 44 and I could finally be growing up.
I had to pick Maggie up at 4:45 at her BFFs house – there I was presented with some shoes and shown a kickass (literally) exercise for my ass (which hurts right now). I had run into a body-builder I know at VS and mentioned how I regretted not having done squats all this time, so Deb showed my some butt-workout moves. Ethan was to be met at the park ‘n ride at 5:30, but he ended up seeing another friend and went to spend the night there…why not since Mags got two nights at her friend’s. A problem I have (and I know it is all me) is that I get these weird intuitive-protective feelings when I “get the vibe” from adults and my attitude changes. I am not a good mom in that respect because I think it causes all sorts of weird “signals” to the parents as I’m not a very good actress.
Mags and I headed home after shopping for milk and such, radio blasting “Blurred Lines” 
and we danced like we were at a club (as much as one can in a car). It feels good to be like this with my kid. When we got home, I threw on the Flo-Rida/Pitbull and we danced more before Maggie made these killer cupcakes (it’s all Susan’s fault). I have to remember: bikini, bikini, bikini.
Pictures: The Secret is, I’ve been measuring incorrectly; My new bikini; Wicked Tree catchin’ some rays.
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