We Can Rebuild Her……..we think

Crisp Air

It’s funny how some people assume that whatever season you were born in is your favorite. I’m a winter baby, and I don’t know many winter babies that are too fond of that season. Me I’m all spring and fall. Spring is just warm enough to wear t-shirts and enjoy the feel of the sunshine on your face. Fall is still a bit warm but just cold enough for hoodies and sweatshirts minus a jacket on top. Now this is one of my favorite sweatshirts.

Besides the fact that it says NAVY, it’s also super comfy. Fall also means I can wear boots. YAYYY!!! I love love love a good pair of boots. My preferred footwear. I have a pair I bought a couple years ago that I need to have fixed, issue with the zipper. Knee high black boots, jeans and a hooded sweater. That’s my kind of outfit right there! What’s your favorite season or go-to outfit?


Woe Is Me

Every once in a while we have those moments where it feels like life is just too much to deal with. Woe is me this or that is making life difficult. I know I’ve had my share of “woe is me” times, especially during the past few months with my struggle to adjust to this back injury. I put on my sad face crown, slip into a black dress and have my own little pity party for a while. I’m not alone in this though. You’ve done it too at some point, or maybe you’re doing it right now. There’s nothing wrong with having a “woe is me” moment, it’s natural. When something bad happens you’re going to get bummed out or depressed for a bit until you find a way out of it. So put on your black duds and have your little pity party. But don’t let it become your life. There’s a difference between having a moment of “okay this sucks” and a full on “eff my life I’m always a victim.” Life isn’t perfect, life will never be perfect. A perfect life would be boring anyways. Believe me I’m not a fan of constantly dealing with BS, but that’s life. Random things are going to happen that you can’t control, and they won’t all be positive.

The problem starts when you let those random moments overwhelm you. You’re rushing down the street and someone  else who’s rushing down the street bumps into you and spills coffee all over you. It sucks but it was an accident. You put get out of the car and your cellphone that was sitting on your lap falls to the ground and your screen cracks. Okay that blows, but again accident. Unless you could’ve done something to prevent the act from happening there is absolutely no reason to go on and on about having a rough life if random accidents happen. It’s the people that let their life spiral out of control that I have an issue with.

I bet you know exactly what kind of people I mean before I even start describing them. Tim is always publicly posting on Facebook about how he can’t find a good job. Now Tim goes into interviews in dirty or wrinkled clothes, acts unprofessional or shows up a half hour late every time without bothering to let them know he’ll be late. Tim’s been fired from every job because of attitude problems and not getting his work done. So once again Tim starts whining about how “he had that interview locked down” and he can’t understand why they wouldn’t hire him. Tim says “people just don’t want to give him a chance” and “they are idiots for probably giving the job to some foreigner.” You see how Tim makes it sound like he’s a victim and no matter how hard he tries he just can’t catch a break. Never mind the fact that his first impression is a bad one because he shows up late, doesn’t bother to iron his clothes and make sure they’re clean, and he acts like a moron during the interview. Any reference check of previous employers is going to end up badly because they’ll talk about how lazy and unreliable he is. Plus it doesn’t help that he publicly bashes companies on Facebook. People seem to forget about that wonderful thing called Google. Anything and everything your name is attached to will show on if they search your name. So all those posts about how this company is stupid or that boss is a moron, yeah they’ll see that and it won’t help you look too good before you come in for that interview. Mmmhmm you know someone just like that!

There are so many people out there that don’t bother to fix the things in their life that they have control over. Don’t put things on Facebook you don’t feel like having to defend to a boss or possible employer. We’ve all met or known someone who just sits there and lets their life spin out of control. Letting their kids act a fool and not stepping in to be a parent, they just whine about it. Publicly posting negative things about wondering why people think they have a bad attitude. If you don’t take responsibility for the things you can control, don’t bother bitching after the fact. You’re the only one who can fix your life. If you’re waiting for someone else to do it for you…well you’ll be waiting forever. Get off your pitiful behind, put on your big girl/big boy panties and start changing things.


Whatcha Reading?? Lone Survivor

Not everyone believes in war, I believe it’s a necessary evil sometimes when we have to protect our country from outside threats. I’ve been pro-military for a long time because my grandfather made the choice to serve his country as a member of the United States Navy during World War II. My boyfriend also made that same choice and served in the Navy 18 years ago. This book I’m about to show you came into my life as a happy accident. I had to do this project for school and one of the questions asked about a book that inspired me I believe. I didn’t feel like digging through my collection, since I had most of it packed in storage bins. So I started looking through biographies and autobiographies and I came across this book……

One of the best books I’ve ever read!!!

I can’t even remember the last time a book made me sob uncontrollably for someone I’d never met. I mega love Marcus Luttrell for finding the strength and courage to get through this. Hooyah Marcus Luttrell! There are three kinds of people in this country: those who serve in the military, those who are proud of the sacrifices military men and women make for millions of strangers, and well I’m not wasting space on the third kind if you get my drift. It’s unimaginable how people find the strength to live through situations like what Marcus describes in his book. You will laugh, you will smile and if you don’t shed a tear then you sir/ma’am have a cold cold heart. GET.THIS.BOOK!
Follow him on Twitter: @Marcus Luttrell

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Whatcha Reading?? Lies My Teacher Told Me

I was going back and forth trying to figure out whether I wanted to promote things on here or not. I’ve decided I will. Now when I made this decision I crossed some things off the list immediately. I’m not going to get into discussing movies and TV shows, I’m not a critic. Or music for that matter because I don’t listen to the radio on a regular basis anymore, I have playlists to get me through the day. What I will pimp out on my page, besides blog posts I love, are books. I mentioned before that I’m a HUGE BOOKWORM. So every once in a while I will spread the love for books that really catch my attention.  Soooo…..first book to be pimped out….

Lies My Teacher Told Me by James W. Loewen

Now I’m not someone who scours the NY Times Bestseller list looking for new books to buy. I like to wander around the bookstore from section to section looking at titles. Which would explain my completely random collection of books. So when I saw this one I stopped, had that confused head tilt dogs do, and crept over to the book and started flipping through it. My, my how interesting. Needless to say it came home with me. This book is all about challenging the conventional way history textbooks discuss life before we were born. James Loewen makes a great point about how the majority of textbooks whitewash history and make heroes out of people who probably shouldn’t be. I’m only into the second chapter but this book makes you sit there and go “Why in the hell didn’t I ever think that was odd” or “Now that you mention it, what‘s up with that??” Here’s an example: In a lot of history textbooks Woodrow Wilson has always been credited with championing women’s right to vote. <–Now that is pure bullshit. Wilson was NOT a fan of giving women the right to vote and he was a huge, HUGE RACIST. He used to make “darky” jokes during cabinet meetings. Another good point Loewen brings up is the fact that nobody talks about Helen Keller’s life after Anne Sullivan taught her Braille. Well here’s an insight for you, Helen Keller was a socialist and supported Communism. Betcha right now you’re opening Google and searching for that info..go right ahead. Then find this book and get yourself a copy because there is much more learning ahead beyond what I’ve shared.

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I was about to get in the elevator when this boy, couldn’t have been more than 15, pushed past me and got in ahead of me. The only reason he had room to get by me was because the man standing in front of the elevator moved back so I could go in. I went from thankful smile to pissed off wrinkly forehead and clenched jaw. The man by the elevator just shook his head “What happened to having respect?”

You know what, that’s a damn good question. Girls talk about anything and everything in public. From baby daddy issues to who gave them an STD to what shoes they want to buy. Guys having conversations where every other word is a curse word. I know it’s a versatile word but come on, you mean to tell me you can’t go five seconds without dropping the F-bomb?! It’s not just teens, it’s supposedly “grown ass adults” who don’t seem to know how to respect themselves let alone anyone else.

I blame their parents. I was 18 before I cursed in front of my mom. And I still ducked when I said it. There’s a time and a place for everything. But I’m not surprised since people these days are more concerned with picking apart a celebrity’s life than improving their own. When people think there’s nothing wrong with being 16 & Pregnant there’s no such thing as class, decency or respect.


September 11, 2001

Today marks the 11 year anniversary of one of the biggest atrocities ever committed on U.S. soil. It started as a bright, beautiful day just like any other. On that Tuesday morning we all started our lives just as we had before every other day. Children went to school, adults went to work, and life as we knew it didn’t seem any different. At 8:46am American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York City. As smoke billowed from the building time seemed to stop as we all tried to figure out what had just happened. At 9:03am the South Tower of the World Trade Center was rocked when United Airlines Flight 175 crashed into it. Utter chaos took over as we continued to try to come to grips and figure out what was happening. Before the second plane hit we all figured a bomb had exploded, what else would cause such damage. It wasn’t until the second plane hit that we started to realize what caused the damage to the Twin Towers. That shock turned to fear when we saw the second plane cruise right into the South Tower. It had been aimed at that tower and we were under attack.

First you start to think that this attack was limited to the towers in NY, until the third plane crashed. At 9:37am American Airlines Flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon. Now we were being attacked in NY and Washington, D.C. What was going on? Why were these planes crashing? Are they just attacking NY and D.C.? What is happening to our country? The final crash occurred at 10:03am when United Airlines Flight 93 crashed into a field in Shanksville, PA. Not since the attack on Pearl Harbor has the United States been at such a high level of fear, terror, sadness and confusion.

At the time I was a tour guide in Philadelphia. I drove a horse and carriage through the historic section of town known as Old City. I loved my job. Meeting new people, sharing my knowledge with them, and getting to work with a horse. Life was great. When the first tower was hit I was out behind our stable with a co-worker and we were grooming our horses and getting them ready for another day of work. One of our friends ran over to us and started freaking out because, as he said, the Twin Towers had been bombed. We dropped everything (thankfully our horses were tied up) and ran inside to crowd around the little TV set in the stable. Another friend of ours came running in and the four of us huddled around that TV and watched, like so many others, as the attacks continued. I don’t know how much time passed between the second crash and us finding the will to speak again, but it felt like hours. None of us wanted to go anywhere, we thought it was best to stay in front of the TV and find out what was going on. Not too long after the Pentagon was hit we received a phone call from the Park Service telling us not to work today. We thought it was because of the plane crashes, but it was actually because they received a bomb threat near the Liberty Bell. When they said bomb threat our minds were made up, we weren’t working that day. It wasn’t just because we were scared and confused by the plane crashes, it was because our lives were now in danger. You see, we all parked our carriages on the streets that run between the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall. To this day I don’t know if they found anything near the Liberty Bell. But at the time, the threat was credible enough to make us all believe our lives were in danger.

So we just sat there and watched and wondered. Smoke billowing from the Towers, smoke billowing from the Pentagon. And then time stopped. At 9:59am the South Tower crumbled and collapsed onto the streets below. We screamed and gasped out of shock and fear, and huddled together and cried over the lives that had just been lost. We were reeling from the shock of watching hundreds or thousands of people die right before our eyes. News of the plane crash in PA made these attacks feel much too close to home. At 10:28am the North Tower collapsed from the structural damage and fires raging inside. All we could do was sit there and feel helpless. There was nothing we could do, nothing we could say.  I don’t remember when our boss told us to go home, but we all shuffled out into the daylight stunned and terrified. Took me a while to be able to think. My friend told me I could come stay at her place for a while, and I told her I needed to call my mom. At the time my mom worked in one of the high rise buildings on the University of Pennsylvania’s campus. Academic Housing. I was afraid for her because she was in a high rise building. I needed to talk to her, needed to know she was okay, needed her to know I was okay. I didn’t get to see or talk to her for a few hours because all the phone circuits were a mess. I remember going home and drifting between shock, confusion, sadness and anger.  You never think something like this will happen during your lifetime. The sad fact is that this could happen again. There are people in this world who are so filled with hate that they think slaughtering innocent people is what their god wants them to do. Women, children, elderly, disabled….it doesn’t matter who gets in their way. If they hate your country enough they will kill you for being a citizen.

I remember when I was growing up asking my mom what it was like when she was younger. She lived through the roughest times in American history. The 1960’s. I would always look at her with this mix of sadness and confusion when she would tell me stories about how she was treated. It was hard enough to be black in the 60’s, even harder if you were light-skinned black like she was. She told me about the sadness of losing Martin Luther King Jr. She told me how hard it was to be a Texan after John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, TX. Most of all she told me how she didn’t want me to have to live in fear of what hatred would cause other people to do. When I finally got home and saw my mom we hugged for a while and didn’t really talk much. I remember her looking at me with this sadness in her eyes. My grandfather had the attack on Pearl Harbor as a scar on his heart. My mom had the assassinations of Martin Luther King Jr., John F. Kennedy and Robert F. Kennedy as a scar on her heart. Now I had Columbine and 9/11 as a scar on my heart.

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A Quick Hello :-D

So I found this little guy in the middle console of my boyfriend’s car. I’m assuming he was a prize from a machines his son won. Anywhoo, he’s mine now. Say hello to everyone Emperor Wigglehands!



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Favorite Things

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite thing”

Thank you Julie Andrews and Disney for getting this song from The Sound of Music stuck in my head

It’s funny how as you get older somehow you end up sounding exactly like you swore you’d never sound when you were a kid. Remember how when you were little you’d hear older people saying things like When I was your age”…..and you swore up and down you were never, EVER going to say that when you got older. Hahahahaha we were so naive! Because you and I both know we’ve used that phrase not once…not twice….but several times. BECAUSE IT’S TRUE! There is always some way for one generation to compare themselves to the generation coming up behind them, and the one after that. The Baby Boomers and Generation X (1950s to late 1970s) had the 60’s, Women’s Rights Revolution, Civil Rights, The Moon Landing, the greatest music ever created and the beginning of technological advances. Generation Y (1980s to 2000) had the Reagan Era, Sally Ride, Nintendo, the second best period of music, and the best cartoons (Thundercats Ho! and who was more outrageous than Jem).

When I was a kid I constantly heard Baby Boomers and Gen-Xers talking about how they didn’t have the crazy things kids my age had. VCRs, tape decks and the coolest thing of all at that time Nintendo. “When I was your age we didn’t have fancy toys like you do. We played stickball and walked 5 miles to school, uphill both ways.” You wave it off and think What do these old people know.” Then you get older and you look at the things kids have access to now and you think “When I was your age we didn’t have Facebook, Twitter, iPods, iPads, Xbox Kinect or Wiis.” Damn I feel old saying that. But you get nostalgic about the good old days and reminisce about the great things you had, and appreciate the things you have now. So I wanted to make a short list of My Favorite Things: Then and Now.To keep this from getting ridiculously out of hand I’ll do a top 3 for each section. Gadgets/Toys, Movies, TV Shows and Songs. And I’d love to hear from you what your favorite things are. So here goes……


Easy Bake Oven

I was completely in awe of the fact that I could make my own tiny little cakes. Nevermind the fact that you were using a lightbulb to heat these things up. And the fact that they didn’t taste the greatest either. None of that matter because I thought I was the best chef in the world. My mom was nice enough to smile and choke down those awful things while managing to make me think I was doing a good job. Stomaching your child’s awful attempts at baking….that’s unconditional love right there.

Snoopy Sno Cone Machine

So let me get this straight…..if I want a sno cone and it’s the middle of winter I can just make it myself. The Ice Cream Man only came around during spring and summer. So if I really wanted a sno cone and mom was too busy to go to the store, I could just make it myself. SWEEETTT!

Cabbage Patch Doll

Before there was a Tickle Me Elmo craze there was the Cabbage Patch Doll. When I look at them now I can’t understand why in the hell we wanted them so bad because those things are far from cute. But when they came out every little girl asked Santa to put one under the tree for her. And I was no exception.


HTC HD7 Windows Phone

Most people know that my favorite color is pink. So when I got this phone one of the two things that sold me on it was the fact that I could make the tiles on my home screen pink. AWESOME! I also like that I can move said tiles around and place them however it suites my needs. Having Microsoft Office on there helps too, I barely use it but it’s nice to have in case I get ideas for a paper while I’m traveling. Besides all the sweet apps it’s the personalization part I like the most.


No need to be chained to a desk anymore now that I have a laptop. Plane, train, automobile….my laptop goes everywhere with me. Thanks to many places adding outlets in their locations a lot of places are becoming laptop friendly. But it’s convenient to be able to pick this thing up and pull it out whenever I need to do something. Instead of being forced to only work on things when I’m at home.


No more worrying about missing a show! Just set your DVR to record and away we go. Single shows, movies, TV series…whatever. If you want it you can store it on your DVR and watch as many times as your heart desires. Unlike when I was a teen and used to wait patiently with a blank VCR tape ready and my finger on the Record button. Now I don’t have to be in the room or even have that channel on. VCRs forced you to make sure your TV was set to the right channel. It sucked to remember after the fact that your show was on channel 10 not channel 6, because then…well you missed it.



This was the first movie I saw so it holds a special place in my heart. I wasn’t even 1 years old yet when this movie was released so I think my mom waited until it came out on video. To this day every time E.T. gets sick I still cry like a baby.

The Princess Bride

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!” At the time I was still a big fan of wrestling so seeing Andre the Giant in that movie was a thrill for me. But on top of that it was sweet and hi-larious. One of my favorite movies because it wasn’t slapstick or over the top comedy.

Nightmare on Elm Street

No matter how old I get I’ll always be terrified of Freddy Krueger. Why? Because he’s the only horror monster you can’t run away from since he’s in your dreams. When I was finally old enough for my mom to let me watch it I ended up sleeping with the lights on for a while. That song those little girls sing still creeps me out.



For those of you who haven’t seen this movie I won’t be one of “those people” who spills the beans on how it ends. All I have to say is FREEDOMMMMM! That is love right there. Not just love between a man and a woman, but love for your country to go through all of that.

The Help

If you haven’t seen this movie yet you are seriously slacking. It’s not a chick flick, it’s an everyone flick. One of the best movies I’ve ever seen. You really feel for what these ladies had to go through to make a living, and how hard it was to survive in the 60s. It makes you grateful that things aren’t the same as it was. We still have a ways to go, but I am so glad I didn’t have to live through the 60s.


Best. Comedy. EVER! I’ve loved Melissa McCarthy from back when she was on Gilmore Girls. But to see her hold her own in this movie was awesome. My face and sides were killing me from laughing so much. I had to remind myself to breathe while I was laughing so hard.


The Cosby Show

So Bill Cosby and I have a connection. Not like a “hey I’ve met him or grew up near him” kind of connection…but a “you’re from my area” connection. We’re both from Philadelphia. So to see him portrayed as a successful doctor married to a successful lawyer was great. The fact that they didn’t come off as the perfect family was even better. It showed that no matter how much money you have, there are still issues in every household. So it was nice to see that.

Full House

Back when there was something called TGIF I looked forward to this show a lot. I could be in the other room and as soon as I heard the theme song I skidded into the living room. Have to admit I had a crush on John Stamos so that’s why I started watching. But it was kinda funny.

Tales From the Crypt

When this show first started I wasn’t allowed to stay up late enough to watch it. So I’d sneak down after my mom was asleep and keep the volume down just low enough for me to hear but not wake her up. I thought I was sooo slick. Yeah, mom caught on to my tricks. Eventually she caved and let me stay up to watch the show as long as there were no complaints about me getting up in the morning. So not only was it cool that I got to stay up late (Ooooooo), but the Cryptkeeper had this wicked sense of humor I picked up on. I think that’s when I realized I had a sick sense of humor and was beyond politically incorrect.



My grandfather and my boyfriend both served in the Navy, so when I heard about a show dedicated to Navy cops I just had to watch. And then I met Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the silver haired fox, and fell in love with him and his entire team.

The Walking Dead

Laugh all you want this is a how-to guide for surviving the zombie apocalypse. It’s also a really good show that manages to keep a great story going in the middle of fighting zombies.

Boardwalk Empire & Game of Thrones

If you haven’t seen either of these shows you should. I had a hard time picking between them because they’re both sooo good. But again, great storyline with the right amount of violence and naughtiness.


Thriller by Michael Jackson

The first time I heard Vincent Price’s laugh I jumped up and stopped the record. Damn I miss listening to music on vinyl. That laugh creeped me out and would haunt my dreams. So for a while I would always get up and stop the song right before that point. Then the video came out and I eventually got over it and tried to do the zombie dance. I now blame my fascination with zombies on this song, it’s all MJ’s fault.

Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Bubbly, fun. The right kind of song to put on when you wanted to be silly and dance around the room. Like any other 80’s girl I loved Madonna too, but I loved Cyndi Lauper more.

Walk Like An Egyptian  by The Bangles

I loved the beat and the dance that went with this song. Another one of those fun songs that made you want to get up and dance.


Won’t Back Down by Eminem

This is my anthem for when things feel like they’re piling on and the anxiety is trying to get the best of me. For those days when I’ve dealt with people’s bad attitudes and I’m completely fed up. This is that song that reminds me to keep going and pushing for what I want. Ignore the assholes and keep fighting. Never say quit.

Belief by John Mayer

I love the message behind this song. Just sit and listen to the song with the lyrics in front of you and it does make a lot of sense. John Mayer has a way with words.

Put You In A Song by Keith Urban

One of my favorite love songs.

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Part Time Suburban Life

When I was in my late teens/early twenties I was one of those people that thought “I’m never moving out of the city!” Now that I’m 30 going on 31 “It’s time to move to the suburbs!”

When you’re younger you don’t always look at the world around you. All you see are the good things and you dismiss the bad because that’s city life. But there are some things that shouldn’t be part of city life. It just seems like people have no respect for other people’s space. I know, I know, I have issues with strangers and my space. But it’s true! I come home tired from running errands, or worn out from doctor visits, and I can’t even walk up the steps without telling someone they need to get their rusty behind off my steps.

I’m relaxing in the house trying to watch TV and someone’s blaring their stereo. If they had any taste in music it probably wouldn’t bother me so much. Or if you happen to hear gun shots you drop to the floor and call 911. But not in the ‘burbs. Wake up to birds chirping, fall asleep to crickets. It’s calm and peaceful. And if you hear gunshots it’s from the gun club not a drive-by. There’s space and peace and quiet so you can hear yourself think. I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I don’t want to live in the city, I’d rather visit. And I’m fine with that, because we all know how much I love having space.



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I’m a small-medium-large-6-7-8….oh I give up!

There I was sorting the laundry that needs to be done (if it wasn’t for emergency undies I’d be screwed), when a thought went through my head. Well, first I thought about lighting the pile on fire and moving to a nudist colony. Then I started thinking about how it’s that time of year when I need to sort through my fall/winter wardrobe and play the Does This Fit Game. You stand in front of either your closet or a bin full of next season’s stuff and spend the next few hours sizing everything up. Making sure you still fit into those cute shirts and you don’t look like a walking sausage. Putting on and taking off sweaters repeatedly until you find that itchy one you meant to get rid of last year. But my favorite part (insert sarcasm here) is when I get to my pants. I love jeans, so I have a ton of them. And thanks to summer heat and eating less my weight has fluctuated here and there. So time to try on every pair of pants I own. Yaaayyy (insert more sarcasm here)!

Now men don’t seem to have this next problem because for some reason all men’s pants are sized by waist and length. So all they have to do is look for that and they’re golden (*cough* not fair). Women on the other hand, well that right there is what we call a hot mess. Our pants fall into a number category or waist size. If you’re like me and can’t remember what your waist is chances are you don’t own any of these pants. Just when you think “oh well all you have to remember is a number pfftt that’s easy“, this is where it turns into a hot mess. Depending on the material I can squeeze into a 5 (really pushing it) to an 8. Why such a big size gap? Because half of the clothing makers use odd and the other half use even size. Now if I’m comfy in a 6 I should be able to just get a 7 and call it a day right. NOPE! A 7 by this designer is like a 5 according to another designer or a 9 by this other brand over here. Needless to say I hate shopping because if you find one pair of pants you like, you need to find them in at least three sizes just in case. By the time I’m done shopping I’m ready to find a bar to ease the mental torture I just went through.

It would be nice if I could walk into a store, find three pairs of pants in the same size that I like and call it a day. But noooooo! Just save me the hassle and make everything small, medium, large, etc.

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