Stuck!

As I referenced earlier about getting stuck in a shirt I guess I had better explain from the beginning….One of my Best Friends is getting married in June and has made me her made of honor. So as the duties set in I am planning her Bachelorette Party to be held in Portland Oregon (I have never been to Portland so I am relying solely on advice from friends on where the good spots are). Now we are going to go bar hopping and dance through out the night. I have planned numerous fun activities that include games and hunts and lots of drinking trough out the night and into the wee morning, which brings me to my dilemma. The last time I went out (I mean out to a party, bar, club) was over 4 years and 10 pounds ago. So I went to my closet this weekend and decided to pull out that box way in the back labeled “skinny party clothes”…..I have lost almost all of the weight and I figured most of it is only lingering in my rear end and thighs so what the heck lets try on some of those shirts……………..bad idea. The First one I tried on was a Tube Top… I got it on but it clung a little too tightly in the middle section, and it was not as long as I remembered. Off with that one and into the next this was my favorite one. It was baby pink and black. Cut low down the front to expose the cleavage. Tight under the bust but flowing down around my stomach to below my hips a very cute shirt that I used to wear quite frequently. As soon as I wrestled my self into it I knew I was doomed. I tried to pull it back up over my head. Had one arm stuck across my chest and the other behind my head. The shirt was not going to come off. After trying to get it off for roughly 5 min. I resorted to walking into the kitchen and cutting the shirt off of me. That was a first for me. I have had clothes ripped and pulled off but I never thought I would have to cut myself out of shirt that was to tight. Needless to say I am on the hunt for an outfit for Friday night. Preferably on that I can take off easily………….

Who, What, Where, and of course Why!

I guess I should start with the Who…. My name is Shannon. I am 24 very LONG years old. I am usually a very happy easy going person, accept for when some cuts me off on the road or drives more than 5 miles under the speed limit. I tend to let my road rage out a bit to often I have been told by my passenger that hold on for dear life.

Now on to what....this can be a hard one so let’s start with WHAT I DO. I have to jobs one for a paycheck and one that is not exactly a job seeing as I do it for free. For the dough I work for a graphic design/ manufacturing company that create and build the interiors of convenience stores. You are probably thinking that’s cool well that is actually just the place I work, what I do is mostly office related paper work and accounting stuff along with the travel arrangements for the owners whom never like to stay around the office for long periods of time. So that’s what brings home the pay check. For free and for my own sanity I work as an EMT/ Firefighter for the town I live in (we will get there next in the where). I absolutely LOVE it!!!!!!!! I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline that comes when my pager goes off, the fact that I am a female that gets to drive massive fire engines around, or just that I am good at it. I know it sounds absolutely horrible to say that I love it when someone gets hurt but I reassure my self it only inevitable that people will get themselves it to trouble and I just want to be there to help them….That about covers WHAT.

Where I live is the small town of Bodega CA. Very Famous for the fact that I live there, of course I am greatly over shadowed by Alfred Hitchcock’s movie “The Birds” that was filmed there as well as a church that was brought to fame by Ansel Adams.

And of course Why… I am starting this blog on the request of a friend who seams to think that some of the stuff that happens to me (for example thinking I can fit in to a shirt that I bought pre baby and had to cut myself out of) Is rather entertaining. I also have a very imaginative mind so there for I like to have and have absolutely on problem laughing at the stupid things that I do to myself or that happen to me….

So that being said feel free to laugh at me!!!!!