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Braids

Thursday, February 14th, 2008

braids

Little does Mrs. Bollwitt know that she was ultimately, if I take you back to the beginning, the inspiration for the first new scan since February 2006 and it seems as though not much has changed - I had the vision and got it first go. If I don’t get it first go I normally don’t get it. I’ll have fun wasting a bunch of time trying to get better ones but it normally comes back to my first go at it.

WAY back in the day because someone asked me to, I did a post on EXACTLY how I scan myself it is here and I think you should check it out as I am still using the same scanner but you get to see my arms with no tattoos on them and my old crappy computer. I personally like my arms better WITH tattoos but that is just me. And just in case anyone is wondering I have yet to ever use any photoshopping on any of my scans I do all the color changing etc. with the scanner options before I push the FINAL scan button.

Rebecca told me that if you searched “Corinna” in Google that I was on the first page or something like that and I didn’t think it was a big deal because it isn’t a very common spelling, most go with the double rr long story short I Google myself with just my first name and there it is and the number of pages of us was admittedly larger than I thought it would be. Of course I have Googled various variations of my name but oddly never just my first.

I forget about it.

I was getting ready to go out last Saturday with one of my keeping it old school BFF(s) Spockette and I remembered what Rebecca had told me so I told Adam to search me and I sort of knew what was coming but I just waited……. and my premonition came true and he asked, “did you look at the images?”

“Some of them.” [insert innocent chuckle]

By the time I got to the computer he was pages into the images.

“Not one of you.”

“Oh, I know it’s hilarious, it is all pron.”

There are lots of hot naked chicks out there named “Corinna” with really big nice boobs that I wish I had and they were all in braids. And I used to rock pigtails and pigtail braids a lot back in my early 20’s so I thought whatever JUST because I am ALMOST 31 does not mean I can’t rock braids anymore so I wore braids all day. SWEET. THANK YOU PRON for busting me out of my, ‘oh so boring hair’ wearing ways. Lately I have been doing much cooler things with my hair but I’m still not like I used to be but I also don’t have a live in girly girl anymore either.

What not to wear or do shopping in Vancouver

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

WHAT NOT TO WEAR Yes, I went out wearing the outfit in the photo, and that outfit is just ONE exhibit in relation to my pleas and WHY I keep asking/telling you folks that someone, Keira, Jennifer, anyone, must for the love of fashion nominate me for ‘What Not to Wear’ and fast I could show up at your place wearing this at ANY TIME!!!!

You’ve all been warned.

No matter how long I live here I can not dress for the weather, no matter how hard I try I am either too hot or too cold.

Let me first tell you what I have on my person and that it was plus one or more degrees when I went out and pissing rain.

  • Brown knit, ‘Sneaky Brim Toque’
  • Not done hair
  • Glasses
  • Pink wool, Banana Republic coat
  • White mittens
  • An umbrella with ALMOST broken open button
  • Long sleeve cotton shirt
  • 100% wool sweater (with fleece lined neck)
  • Jeans
  • Wigwam socks
  • Wellies
  • A bag

Can you say over heat much? Today was ridiculous, I felt like I weighed a million pounds, not good for any day let alone the first day I leave my house to also test my back out. I had to wear my Banana Republic coat and not my Helly Hansen snowboard jacket [even though SKIING IS WHERE IT IS AT!!!!!] because my jacket is BRIGHT orange and would have looked worse than I already did in my coat and wellies, I think.

I needed some panties because I have lost what I fondly refer to as my newlywed comfort weight and am back in a size small panty, I needed a shirt for a Christmas party Saturday night - I found one - which led to needing a new bra which I got in a 34B and not a 32C yet I have lost weight. You tell me. Christmas or not my outfit will have pink.

By the time I got to Payless to look for winter boots for our trip up North I was dripping in sweat and had remembered three times over that I had forgotten my RE-USE-ABLE BAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When this happened to Adam he walked home from the grocery store with the groceries in his arms, hands and pockets to teach himself a lesson. I think my outfit was lesson enough and you can’t walk around other stores with panties hanging out of your pockets.

Even though I got boots at Payless I MAY end up taking them back they were seventy something dollars after taxes at PAYLESS?? The more I think about it the more wrong it seems.

Today is a perfect example of WHY I let Adam dress me. From now on when people ask me WHY or look at me funny when I say my husband dresses me [as long as he is home!] they will be referred to this post.

AND on the walk home it started to rain hardish and the umbrella with ALMOST broken open button, BROKE and would not open and my fingers got extremely sore and red and cold. I tossed it because it was poking my anger spot.

Breathe Through Your Nose

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

Blogstock 2007 or ‘The Vancouver International Bloggers Drinking Convention’ as it is now being called was all kinds of awesome.

On Friday at 4pm-ish I met up with Keira-Anne as she was getting off work and we walked to meet Rebecca to head on over to Steamworks for some pre-blogstock drink action with Duane, Tony and Adam. [John was working.. boooourns!!] Some interesting and great conversation was had by all and boobs came up a lot. I absolutely love that Keira goes on about them pretty close to as much as I do. Get me drunk and not just the conversations come up but the baby cleave and then some comes out.

BOOOOOOB GRAB GALORE!

SERIOUSLY HOT!

It was then basically off to the Railway Club sans Rebecca and Keira though because Rebecca was getting up to do The 24 hour Blog-a-thon at 6am. She completed the Blog-a-thon this morning raising close to 400 dollars for the Surrey Food Bank. Well done!! Even though she missed a great time.

It was a tad bit surreal walking in and seeing so many faces I recognized from two and a half years of commenting, lurking and wondering and sometimes wrongly assuming how someone would be in person.

awww BFFs since the sandbox

Jared and I have wanted to meet for AGES probably well over a year now of chatting and saying LET’S MEET but I am such a snob about leaving the West End we never ended up meeting, I’m sure it wasn’t ALL MY FAULT but it just didn’t happen until Friday night. We had planned on Facebook to pretend we had known each other forever, since the sandbox, not a big surprise we hit it off in about two seconds. I was disappointed that his partner wasn’t there but very happy that he had arrived with Elizabeth and her beau who Raymi has been suggesting I meet since she recently moved here. Foxxy who we also spent time with on Wednesday night at the fireworks was there but she left early with Jared and company, I think.

In no particular order I also met and had good times with:

Pat Zaph
Carmen
Chad
Danielle
JaG
Nome
Jennifer

Adam & Duane

always me with the red eye...

nope im not drunk

I have to say that for me the night went better than expected seeing as I really had no idea what to expect. I am really glad that I took part. It is just insane to me that blogging the thing that keeps you behind your computer nerding out is the thing that seems to be getting me out more and more lately.

Be sure and check the rest on my flickr.

Breaking the Bra

Friday, July 13th, 2007

It started innocently enough with Adam wearing shorts that I really enjoy but then he put on a shirt that I can’t stand with crabs on it and his Grandma gave it to him, it is a total Grandma shirt. I tried to get him to change to another shirt that matched the shorts because I happen to think he looks pretty fly in the ensemble it reminds me of our honeymoon and I really hate the crab shirt. He wouldn’t take it off stating it was awesome and he had worn it ALL THE TIME and I had never said anything. YOU ONLY WORE IT INSIDE. He said he couldn’t believe I was trying to change him and all that crap and I was forced to recall a story from back in the day when I lived with James and I had this green shirt that he hated and I knew he hated it and I wore it anyway and one day it disappeared and I forgot about it only to find it months later under the bed AND Adam dresses me all the time. He changes the shirt, I think all is grand until I walk back into the room to find he has now put on pants. WHAT. The whole point of changing the Grandma shirt was to enhance the look of the shorts I totally freaked out but whatever case I stated held no weight and at least the crab shirt was gone. Once we get outside and realize how ridiculously hot out it is Adam decides that he will wear no shirt for the walk over the bridge [about a 40 minute walk] and states that had I not complained about the crab shirt because it was bigger than the one he was wearing that therefore allowed for better ventilation he’d have kept his shirt on. I am not into men walking around without shirts on I’m just not but I married this man and I love everything about him so on our mission we went and walking was bloody hot, real hot, damn hot, and I WANTED TO GO TOPLESS. I love attention but when it is a million and sixty eight thousand degrees outside and in two blocks I am already sweating buckets I was thinking more that I didn’t want to show up at Steph’s place soaked so I decided I would start with rolling up my tank top but by the time we got to the Cambie bridge - SCREW IT. Off with the tank top. SUCKS I’m wearing an ugly bra.

Walking over to Steph's

Walking over to Steph's

Walking over to Steph's

Walking over to Steph's

Walking over to Steph's

We put our shirts on before arriving because I don’t know why but we did. Steph opened her door and I was instantly showing her photos from the walk, there are more on my flickr. We had arrived to play Scattergories and our friend Dvo was coming too but he was late.

Stephanie’s cat HANK is fucking crazy. He has attacked me about fifty times now although I love him Gus does not like me much when I return home. Adam and Hank had never met and I was excited anticipating Hank taking the piss out of Adam. I think I still ended up with more scratches though.

Scattergories at Steph's

Scattergories at Steph's

Scattergories at Steph's

Scattergories at Steph's

It got late we played fourteen rounds. We played into the wee hours. Dvo won Scattergories by a land slide.

Scattergories at Steph's

Scattergories at Steph's

Dvo taking us home.

My tits be messing with my tits

Thursday, June 21st, 2007

Over the years I’ve had some petty interesting side affects taking anti-depressants. Or I thought I had. And now I can’t even really think of many, there is always the weight gain, I have never been spared the sexual side affects, this one time I went on a drug that exacerbated all of my worst depression symptoms and I went NUTS until I was off of it. Coming off meds I’ve had the regular side affects, night sweats, the shakes, nightmares, anxiety, basically it isn’t fun.

One day I was inspecting my boobs, the whole boob, nipples included; just inspecting them, nothing serious and I noticed on both nipples a bubble of fluid appeared. I instantly started squeezing my nipple but hardly any more fluid was coming out. I love picking at stuff, it is like a bloody drug. But I somehow forgot about the fluid in my nipples until after a run a week or so later, they had become a little irritated and I was tentatively scratching them when again fluid appeared on the tips of my nipples. During this inspection I must have pressed on the areola and gotten a bit of my breast in with it because fluid gushed out. The fluid was clear with a milky, yellowish color and I pressed and pressed and let it run down my chest till it was drained and then did the other side. I was in a trance. It was like having six zits lined up in a row that you KNOW are going to explode onto the mirror but better. Although on one hand I was concerned the fascination of being able to drain fluid down my chest from my nipples was winning over because for one it didn’t hurt.

I do not know why but I kept this to myself. I was embarrassed which honestly made no sense to me having had and written extensively about my ass surgery. In the beginning I didn’t even become obsessed with nipple draining I didn’t tell Adam for probably two weeks. Nothing I read on-line in regards to leaky nipples was good so I decided to also tell Terra and she said it sounded like breast milk and I should for sure go have it looked at but I knew I wasn’t pregnant and apparently breast milk doesn’t come in right away. I’d probably had it for going on three or four weeks by this time.

I went to a walk in clinic and got the same Dr. I got last time when I went in because my allergies were really really bad and I knew there was nothing that could be done but I was being a baby. GREAT. Now I get to tell this Dr. about my leaky nipples and show her because she made me I pressed out a nice bubble of fluid and she passed me a tissue. She sent me for blood tests, one for pregnancy and one that would measure my prolactin levels.

I got called back for the test results the next day and was totally afraid I was pregnant but am not, awesome. But my prolactin levels were HIGH the Dr. [a new one this time] started going off on how this was bad and asked about all my medications wrote them all down and started to get all serious and saying he was going to send me to an endocrinologist, and that I was going to need a CAT scan an MRI and that I could have tumors. I hear tumors and basically heard nothing else after that. I could feel the color drain from my face. I said “Tumors??”

This Dr. was so extreme I didn’t even realize he is talking about tumors in my head and not my breasts at first. All I knew was that I had real breast milk coming out of my nipples and I didn’t have a baby on the way to feed. I entered back into reality and decided this really wasn’t working for me and requested that all of this information be sent to my actual family Dr. and I would deal with it from there. Nothing he was saying was making any sense and it was really freaking me out and I told him I would rather deal with one Dr. instead of seeing a different bloody Dr. every time I went to the walk in clinic. My Dr. is a bit of a trek I only go over to her for big things. I figured this warranted a visit. I made the appropriate appointment.

Now in between all of this non pleasurable action happening around my breasts I had a therapy appointment and I went in all stressed out and let my story stream out from the first detail. The explaining how I discovered the actual fluid being the most comfortable part to tell.

Dr. Buttle after listening attentively to my experience at the walk in clinic and my fears over all the urgency asked me why I had never mentioned this was happening in a previous session. [Well shit man I was embarrassed of course, and did not see what relevance it had to my therapy now the cat is out of the bag and I’m stressed.] [Obviously.] This was where he mentioned that risperidone the newest drug added to my cocktail can cause a woman to start producing prolactin, it is rare at the dose I’m on [of course] but that is what he felt was causing it. And he instantly lowered my risperidone dosage.

It was decided that I would not see my family Dr. until my therapist had a chance to talk things over with her because although it was ‘probably’ just the medication causing it there was talk of a CAT scan and talk of more blood tests.

As it stands now I have seen my Dr. and gone for a second set of blood tests where they took lots of my blood, results should be back soon, and I am waiting to hear when my CAT scan is and I go back for more blood tests in July. At first I was pretty worried because the fluid was not slowing down but now it is so I am definitely leaning towards medication side affects and not that I’m dying. Having the prolactin levels high in my system when I’m not pregnant can cause its own set of new problems but right now I am just concentrating on the positive like being able to offer myself as a wet nurse to Terra. I can’t think of a better gift to offer a friend with a baby.

Thursday, July 13th, 2006

[b]I love it when I do really stupid things[/b] that I know I shouldn’t do but I do them anyway. Like when I cut my toenails and I have nail polish on. I know every time it is a bad idea that JUST BECAUSE the toe next to the toe being squished by the hammer toe is bleeding does not mean I should just throw caution to the wind and cut them. NO I should REMOVE THE POLISH FIRST.
Because as with pretty much every time I cut my toe nails with toe nail polish on them I have cut a nail, my big toe nail, too short and crooked and it hurts like a silly stupid fucking bitch but of course I can’t stop touching it.

Friday, June 2nd, 2006

There was a time when Adam and I worked in the same area so he would walk me to work everyday. Some of you may remember we met walking to work in the first place.

One day the ‘walk man’ was telling us it was our turn to cross the street so we stepped out to walk and were about half way through the cross walk when some fuck-wit in some wanna be sports car almost ran us both over. Adam, without missing a beat, extended his steel-toe booted leg straight into the fuck-wit’s back end, leaving a dent so big I was half turned on and half scared shitless to have dented the car to the extent he did. This dude was close man, like SO close, to running us over.

I knew my baby was a tough guy but he unlike me has a lot more control over his temper. This was the first time I had ever even seen him get mad.

The fucker never stopped. You’d think he would of wanted to fight us or something but I guess he was in a hurry and I can only IMAGINE how pissssssed he was when he saw the size of the ‘dent’. Not that I didn’t before that but I always feel safe with Adam - I know he ain’t gonna let nothing fuck with me.

No one can drive in this city it is really bad. I happen to be a kick ass driver having grown up in the North on snowy roads and shit but whatever I pretty much REFUSE to drive here unless my parents leave me their car when they go on vacation. People almost run me over all the time and I get really mad and I yell and swear at drivers A LOT. They don’t care. They are behind the wheel. They could like RUN ME OVER.

Up until yesterday I had just left it at flipping out and yelling and making a scene. But then this cunt in a tan BMW completely blew a stop sign and did not even roll stop. She saw me without doubt. Had I not used common sense instead of my RIGHT as a pedestrian to step out when there’s a fucking stop sign, BITCH, and slowed down sensing she was dumb as fuck, I’d be road kill right now. I THREW out my right leg and slammed it STRAIGHT into her back door and I may not have had the power behind it to dent it – I realized after I should of given it a side kick but I scratched it GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. And when I turned back to see if she was going to get out and challenge me she didn’t so I threw her the finger and YELLED fuck you BITCH learn how to drive.

I could not WAIT to tell Adam. He gave me a BIG MOTHER FUCKING HUG!

GUS has a habit of breathing in my halitosis and licking my epidermis

Monday, April 3rd, 2006

GONE GOLFING!

Sunday, March 12th, 2006

SWEET! we finally made it out. And was it EVER nice to be out. It was a tad chilly and my ass still a tad sore but we went anyway.

before I tell you what i did on my 10-day trip to BC’s Northern Capital Prince George

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006

adam got his hands on a display frame from the demolition site of a restaurant type place and made me a tribute to my scans. holy shit i was FLOORED and flattered and i feel so special. the back does not even come off the thing and he couldn’t find any scotch tape and used band-aids, it is hanging in the bedroom. ABC4 is the BEST MAN IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE.
i did say i would never post my bare breasts on my own site. seeing as every person who enters the apartment will now see my breasts [whether invited or not invited you cunty bitch mrs. e] i’m posting it. man.

i decided due to this tribute that i would do a new one. it has been a while. and what better thing to scan than my new belt buckle!!!! [the ninja will be on a break for a while]

basically, you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl. this is also a good indication of stories from the north to come.
i have never actually lived IN prince george but i have been going there since i was very young. i’m ACTUALLY from approximately 1000 kilometres further north and from two separate very small towns. even my closest friends in the city get blank looks on their faces for a few seconds when i ask them if they know which of the three towns i graduated high school in. most people just assume i’m from prince george. i did spend many a year growing up in the country doing similar work to the work i was doing over the last ten days so when i saw this belt buckle i knew i had to have it. i found it in the airport. it was meant to be, they were regularly thirty something dollars and i paid $14.06.

i’m going to catch up on your blogs now hopefully this ties you over until i’m done and can write you stories from the snowy north.
thanks for sticking around while i was away!