Singing Cab Driver

I absolutely love this city. I do! It must have something to do with the fact that every moment presents a potential adventure or curious meeting of interesting people.

Last night as Uncle Joe and I were leaving dinner there was near blizzard-like snow. As we stood on the corner in our puffy jackets looking like lost little kids, we searched for a cab amongst the crowded streets. Most taxis were already occupied and there was little hope. As if it was our destiny, a taxi pulled up behind a bus to let out a passenger and Joe and I quickly hopped in the empty cab. Our cab driver was very friendly and talkative. I noticed how he chose to wear a suit as he worked. Obviously he took pride in his work. Our driver navigated us through the slippery streets and drove us a mile in 20 minutes. We dropped off Joe at his hotel and then the taxi driver and I were off on the second leg of our adventure.

On our way to Adobo (for the most delicious Margaritas anyone has ever tasted!), he reveals to me that he is Ray St. Ray: the Singing Cab Driver. Oh yes, he really does exist! He gave me a card and everything. He offered to sing me a song and since we weren't getting anywhere fast I was happy to oblige him. He said, "What kind? I have songs about: life, love, sex, social significance, dreams and other." I optioned for love. He then said, "sappy, sad, love for the intellectual, cautious, lustful..." When I had chosen love for the cautious he immediately began the show. The show had lighting and everything! I was extremely impressed. Besides being a little quirky, he had a funny song and wonderful presentation. I would be happy to ride with him again. Unfortunately you can't just call up and request Ray St. Ray. He says that it "is a cosmically selective process who gets the Singing Cab Driver. When your kharma is due, [i'll] arrive to make your day, shamelessly promote [my] career agenda and deliver you to your destination in one piece, right side up!" After 14 years, 8 months and 8 days of driving, he sure has built up a repetoire of songs: 81 to be exact! All written by him, all unique and all sure to make you smile!

I hope that someday you too will have the joy of riding with Ray St. Ray.

Blizzard '05

Yesterday was amazing. I absolutely love snow. Maybe it's the Texas girl in me, but I'm still somehow fascinated by the accumulation of pure, white snow. So maybe it's not totally pure because we do live in the city and I definitely don't want to eat a handful anytime soon. But there's something absolutely romantic and wonderful about the city in snow. I love how the streets are quieter when it snows. People are less in a hurry and it gives a purpose to the cold.

As you can see from the pictures some poor corvette driving soul is going to have to dig his car out of the snow. Bless his heart.

I also took a picture of my neighborhood in the daylight this morning. I'll be sure to post that one soon.

Picture Worthy

You have the Reynolds girl look. Reynolds girls had the typical British beauty. The eighteenth century British portrait painters would have been attracted by your brilliant complexion and your classical features. Sir Joshua Reynolds loved to paint girls like you in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Reynolds and other portrait painters of his time also portrayed blue eyed, dark-haired girls, and golden-haired ones too, plus the occasional red-head. The following painters would have painted you; Sir Joshua Reynolds and Sir Thomas Lawrence.

Oh this is WAY fun! I was introduced to this by one of my favorite blogs: Amy Loves Books. Girls, which artist would paint you? Take this quiz on quizilla and find out. Mine was Sir Joshua Reynolds. Interesting. Better than Picasso.

Warm Fuzzies

Thank you to everyone who has been kind enough to express concern for my well being today. It's this kindness that is keeping me warm and allowing me to walk to and from building to building in the cold.

I have one question: HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN ZERO DEGREES WHEN AWOKE THIS MORNING? I'm in denial that it is actually December. This means that we still have three more months of these frigid temperatures. I heard someone mention that this was supposed to be the WORST winter we've had in a while. I chose not to believe that. I'm still holding onto the slim hope that the rest of the winter will not contain all single digit temperatures.

This morning I had to run to the gym to work out and then afterward I had to move my car from the school zone (I somehow remembered where I parked my car). Why didn't I wear my big puffy sleeping bag coat? At first it wasn't too bad, but after a block I could hardly feel my butt and thighs (even with it's extra winter padding). Let's not even talk about how I had to sit on the frozen leather seats with my already frozen toosh. I had dirt on the windshield but couldn't clean it off due to everything freezing. Speaking of freezing, I did something stupid. I know, you're shocked. I left my laundry detergent in my car and it's now this gel/paste like substance. It may take months to thaw.

The good news is that the heat is on and our apartment is toasty. Unfortunately my comfort isn't exactly translating into an affordable energy/gas bill. But I am thankful that I have a job that allows me to have a place to live... with heat.

So I say that it's so cold that my butt is freezing off. But why doesn't it really freeze off? Couldn't I have a couple of inches here and there freeze off? WAIT! I know why! Because then I wouldn't have the opportunity to work up a sweat as I'm hiking my freshly dried jeans over my thighs. See, it's God's protection. Amen.

Celebrity Look-a-Like

It's official. I look like Shania Twain. I knew I resembled greatness somewhere out there. My sister just introduced me to the greatest website! My Heritage does face recognition. Just download a picture of yourself and they will analyze your face and match you up with your celebrity look-a-like. I also resemble Doris Day, Penelope Cruz and two of my favorites: Kate Winslet and Audrey Tautou. Uh oh, I also resemble Katie Holmes. I have both Penelope and Katie on my list. Am I destined to end up with Tom Cruise and give silent births? I certainly hope not!

I also resemble Lance Armstrong and Elijah Wood. Now that's random. It seems as if I'm destined to take great painful adventures.

Erin and I definitely resemble eachother. I mean, we are sisters. She too got the Shania Twain nod.

Belly

It appears that over Thanksgiving I am either going to be giving birth to a child or I ate too much. Seeing as the first would have to be a virgin birth, it's probably the latter.

I went shopping with my sister, Erin, for maternity clothes (may I remind you that they were for HER, not me). She could not be cuter being preggers. No doubt one of her boobs weighs as much as my head. Bless her heart. After much laughter and tears (sometimes both at the same time) we finally found some great clothes that don't make her look like a ho. She was a great sport.

I'm thinking that I may want to purchase some of those maternity jeans after my Thanksgiving binge. I mean, who would really notice? Only I would really know. But then again, it may allow me to continue on this path to destruction.

One of the girls I work with works right near the kitchen and I have to pass by her office every time I enter. I'm seriously thinking of buying her a taser gun to shoot me anytime I venture into the kitchen for those "treats" that everyone keeps bringing around the holiday season. Seriously, I can hardly help myself. So I need other people to help me.

Tonight I went running. Last night I ate cookies and drank hot apple cider. I think I'm turning a corner. I'm not sure which corner exactly, but it's a corner.

Christmas Treat

Because it's snowing in Chicago and it feels like Christmas out, I am giving everyone a little treat today. Who on earth has the time to do something like this? Not me, but I'm appreciating the skill and artistry.

MASHER

So yesterday my good friend John informed me that he too loves to play the game MASH. Such joy! So through emails we played MASH (actually my favorite version: MASHER - includes an Estate and a Ranch)!

Here is my future:
Once upon a time, a young lady named Katy--from Dallas--grew up to become a very sucessful writer from her estate in Parachute, Colorado. When not sucessfully writing, Katy drives her two children around in her Toyota 4 Runner. When the pressures of Parachute get her down, she makes the short 1,000 drive north to her summer home in Missoula, Montana... where she recounts the romantic details of her wedding in Breckenridge, CO (a short 2 and a half hours east of Parachute) and her even more romantic Honeymoon in Maui (that's in Hawaii). Unfortunately for her, she was forced to marry John (of course, who doesn't want that?)... but the rest of her life is pretty sweet.
The End.

How will I ever break this to John's sweet girlfriend Miss Chelsey?

Hot Lunch

So I ventured out to Corner Bakery with my friend Erin. We are disheartened in the fact that this store is closing. I truely is our Bakery on the Corner. We've lunched there so frequently that everyone knows us by name. I mean, the tomato basil soup brings such comfort to the soul! So long dear friend.

While eating our delicious meals, we sat next to three fairly attractive looking men. This struck us as unusual there in the Corner Bakery. Not often do you see three attractive STRAIGHT young men sipping soup and eating bagels. We really didn't pay much attention until both of us heard the phrase, "yeah, she's gained like 20-30 pounds since I broke up with her." I was so aghast that I nearly spit the delicious tomato basil soup into Erin's face. I mean, did he REALLY think that it was because of him? huh? psshhh. wha? yeah riiiight! I really really really really wanted to say something in response. But then I realized that I was shoving my face with food.

Winter Tundra

CAPTAINS LOG

Starship 854. Today is our third straight day with no heat in the home. The residents are looking weak and tired. Communication went out to the Intergallactic Landlords. The response was negative. As of 1700 hours yesterday there was still no heat. The Intergallactic Landlords sent in reinforcements of three space heaters. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. These heaters give out as much heat as a candle. Tragedy also occured in that the maintenance crew erected plastic over the windows to block out additional winds caused by cracks and holes. Plastic was put over the blinds prohibiting access to the opening and closing of the blinds. NOT HAPPY. I might have to take retallitory action.

Thanksgiving

THANKSGIVING WEEKEND
Not even waiting 4 hours in an aiport to catch a flight back home to Dallas could get me down! Who cares if I was turned away TWICE as a standbye for an earlier flight? Who cares if I was just single digits away to arriving in the promise land of Texas 3 hours earlier? I was going home!

On the airplane I sat next to a kind gentlemen who I gently had to inform that I was a good 6-7 years older than him. I could see the crush building in his eyes and I wanted to spare him the agony that Thanksgiving Day. I was greeted at the airport by none other than the newlyweds and Cade, the greatest dog EVER! After filling myself up on the much missed Chic Fil'A, I saw the newlywed apartment which looks more like a home. So welcoming and beautiful. I went home to see the folks and was visited by two of my best friends, Beckles (newly engaged) and Katherine (newly married). I'm seeing a trend here. Becky and I stayed up late laughing and mourning the fact that she's getting married....that just means less slumber parties. It's so good to have friends and family that I can't wait to see when I go home!

We carried on our 27 year tradition of running the YMCA Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning. For the first time in 5 years I didn't run the 8 miler. I really had high hopes that I could just crank it out. I think Becky and I happily talked eachother out of it and ran the 3 miler. I realized something that day....I'm prideful. Yes, it's true. I felt humbled that I couldn't cut the 8 miler. Yes I still had on the blue 8 miler racing number but I just couldn't do it. I have a motivation for next year. How on earth could I possibly still be passing walkers at mile 2? Too many people holding hands and walking babies to run a safe race. Do not get me started on this topic!

Then we went home and ate and ate and ate and ate! It was so gorgeous in Texas that we ate outside. Then I watched football (poor Cowboys) followed by a nap that nearly knocked me out for hours. Nothing like a turkey coma. I'm still sick from the amount of food that was eaten that day.

All in all, it was a fabulous weekend and could not have been more restful.

LOVE BIRDS
I must be PMS'ing. I sat in the back seat of the newlyweds car on the way home from a movie Thursday night. I found myself rolling my eyes and holding back loud sighs at the mushiness I was witnessing before my very eyes. There was baby talk, brushing the hair away from the other persons face, and just plain ol' lovey doveyness that just about drove me crazy!

It's not them, it's me.

MAID OF HONOR
It's official! I'm Beckles Maid of Honor! And it is definitely an honor. Last night she through a party for her own 30th birthday. She brought party favors for the 6 of us who she invited to the party. They were little boxes covered in pictures of us with her over the years. We each opened up the box and in it was a note asking us to be part of her wedding. She went on to honor us by telling us why she chose us to stand by her on her wedding day.

It's amazing how our friendship has grown over the past 6 1/2 years. She brings out the best in people and I've definitely needed her as a friend. Sadly, her engagement signals the end of MASH games.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!
Today is the big 60!!! She doesn't even look it! I just want to tell her happy birthday and let her know how much I love her. She is exactly who I want to be when I grow up.

Quick!Paddle!!

I'm in mourning. There's no way to describe how sad I am that my I.O. 5b performances are over. Quick!Paddle!! has come to its end (at least for me this week). Once again we had a great show this Sunday. Other classes mentioned after the show that our class "always puts up a solid performance." I've worked with the most talented, creative, supportive and encouraging people through the I.O. program. I feel a great loss. It's almost like high school graduation; knowing that you love these people but you'll never all be together again in the same capacity. If I had my way, our class would be chosen as a team and we'd continue performing our steadycam form together. The great part is that I think we all feel that way. Who knows!

I've added a picture of our group. We're missing a couple of people and you may notice a tall bearded man that looks like a cross between Jerry Garcia and Santa Claus. His name is Thax Douglas and he is a poet that opens for bands around Chicago. He has opened for us twice and it always brings an element of sophistication and weirdness. I love it. We are the first improv group he has ever opened up for in his life! He's never seen improv. I'm honored.

I'm also honored that my group asked me to intro the show seeing that it was my last time to perform with them and that my dad and aunt were in the audience. Let's just say that openings are not my forte. I stuttered and stumbled but somehow made it through! People were probably wondering how I could ever perform improv. You know they got that nervous cringe feeling while I was up there. Oh well. They got over it after our fine performance.

This time around, our suggestion was "greasy monkey." We began in a restaurant that turned out to be the Rainforest Cafe. We had simulated apes and guides popping out throughout the show. Hilarious. I played a small part that ended up being mostly a game. But I loved being able to be someone small but energetic at the same time. I think that only made sense to me and the other people who may have seen the show.

So I'm mourning a bit tonight.

A New Look

I'm ready for a new look. I've curled my hair for the past two days and I'm just feeling the need for a change.

I'm introducing this change in my blog too. I'm computer illiterate and needed a template that would spruce me up a little. So here you go. My new blog! Notice it's the same name, just a different address. Just like I'm the same girl, but with a different hair-do.

So I'm going to post this and give it a whirl. I want to see what this whole thing may look like.

Deep Thoughts by Katy

I've had really deep thoughts this morning. Left to contemplate the issues of life, I've discovered the following:
This looks like a woman with big boobs lying down on her side:
o3:<
Save me from myself. PLEEEEEEASE!

Oh and I also had a dream the other night that I could harmonize with everything. It was one of the most awesome dreams I've ever had. I'm almost positive that I was actually singing out loud in my sleep. Even more awesome.

Sex in the City

This morning as I finished running with my old roommate and we were visiting a friend I began to feel like something wasn't right. Remnants from my dream the night before started sneaking into my thoughts. When all of a sudden I gasped and said, "ewwwwwwwwwww." They looked at me and all I could say was, "I just remembered my dream last night!"
It's one of those dreams that scares you a little. It makes you wonder, "what if this happened in real life? What would I do?!" I dreamed that I was getting married to someone that I really didn't know. He seemed nice and was definitely a good looking person but I just wasn't attracted to this person and the thought of spending the rest of my life with him scared me to death. Of course the process for getting ready for the wedding in my dream took forever. The razor kept slipping out of my hands as I tried to shave my legs. I couldn't find my clothes and people were running around everywhere. Then I found a pair of underwear he had given me to wear for the wedding (random! and ewwwwwww). I'm sure if I liked him I would have been more keen on the sentiment. Somehow we ended up getting married and the whole dream ended with me telling my mom I wasn't going to go on the honeymoon. Being the wonderful mom that she is, she just hugged me and told me, "I thought so."
SCARY! The thought of that happening in real life is just a little too much. Note to self: Be careful with who you date! And what possibly could have prompted this dream? An episode of Sex in the City at 10:00 last night. You know the one where Charlotte marries Trey even though she has major reservations? Yep, that's the one. Second note to self: No more Sex in the City before I go to sleep.

Weddings, Bouquet Tosses and More

Sorry I have been away and absent from updating my life stories. I have been a professional wedding attendant recently. A couple of weeks ago I read at my older brothers wedding. It was an amazing weekend and Patrick and Alicia were so happy and in love. I saw people who I hadn't seen in 10 or more years. What fun surprises! And yes, I was also the hot sister thanks to my dazzling and expensive dress. It did the trick and was well worth the cash.
Then last week I was in Little Rock Arkansas for my friend Katherine's wedding. Once again, I saw people I had not seen in almost a decade. It's wild to see old friends married with their kids running around. The marrieds and the few of us singletons sat around talking. We all agreed that sometimes, many times, the grass appears greener on the other side. The singletons want nothing more than to be married and the marrieds are jealous of the freedom that the singletons have in their lives. I walked away from that weekend happy for my friends and content in my life. I think that's a huge blessing. I also got to spend much of the weekend with my friend, Hannah, who lives in Summit County, CO. She's a rockstar. She is a ski patrol by winter, river guide by summer and apparently treks India in the fall. She'll put any of us so-called athletes to shame. She's also an amazing singer and guitarist. A Renaissance woman...if you will.
After my tour of weddings completed, I got news of my best friends engagement! Lucky me was in on the surprise. Her fiance, Russell, allowed me to see the ring before mailing it to him in Texas. GORGEOUS! It was an honor to play a part in the whole thing. I would be so lucky to have a guy and...of course a ring like she has! So it looks like the tour of weddings will begin again in the spring. But I don't mind. Who doesn't like to celebrate? She better make sure I look hot in that bridesmaides dress. And please no throwing of the bouquet. Thank you Kat and Patrick and Alicia for opting out of that tradition left best to kids just out of college. I don't like being the only 29 year old on the floor with 13 year old cousins. Seriously, why do people insist on dragging you out there and making a show of you being in your late 20's and still single? NOT FUN nor FUNNY! Soap box over.
I had my two shows for IO and Level 4 at Second City Sunday. I have to say that I was really pleased with the Second City show. We had 20 minutes to plan right before the show taken from suggestions made in class. It was wild and intense coming up with an improv set that included 5 scenes and 4 blackouts. There were quite a few laughs and definitely some scenes that needed to be nixed. But it was a first time performance of the improv set and I was proud of my class.
My IO show continued in it's weirdness yet I still liked it. This time I played a twin with Kristen and we talked at the same time. It got old for me after a while. Oh well.
I do have such a talented IO class. I wish we could all stick together and perform as a team. Not only are they talented, but they are wonderful people. Nothing but love gushing after the shows. It's a nice change from what my Second City class can sometimes be like. But from what I hear, that's normal. Tension in a class of debutantes is nothing new.
Whew! That's quite the update. I think I may be the only one who read through the whole thing.

Single HOT Sister

What is the deal? WHAT IS THE DEAL???????!!!!!!! I have an issue. And that issue is the fact that I cannot remember where I park lately. It's just better that I don't drive. Why you may ask? Well, because I keep getting parking tickets! Why can I not remember that I parked in the school zone? It's not like it's a measley $25 ticket. NO! It's 50 smackers each time I forget to move my car by 7:00 AM. So not only have I done that once in the last two weeks, but TWICE! Count 'em, one, TWO! I guess the work bonus I just received will go straight to parking tickets. And maybe a purchase at Anthropologie (I spelled it right this time John). Or maybe a gold pair of shoes to go with my new dress.
Why did I buy a new dress? I didn't buy one just because I like to spend money on myself. I didn't buy it because I needed one more thing to put in my closet (which broke by the way....I think that says something). My older brother is getting married!!!! Patti-O is finally tying the knot! This my friends, I could not be more excited to celebrate. One week from tomorrow I will be watching my older bro make his vows to the lovely Alicia (who could not make a better sister-in-law!). Naturally with the older brother getting married and the younger sister having a baby, I have to look my hottest. I say this because I have to! I am the single sister. Do you understand what this means? All eyes will be on me (I'm so narcissistic) and wondering, "when is she getting married?" So you can see that I need to be the single HOT sister at the wedding! There, I've said my piece.
Well, maybe I should be the joyful sister who loves her family and is loving her life! That might be a bit more like me than the single hot sister. That's just a little too trampy sounding for me. Besides, all my brothers friends are married. Well, there is one...but as always, I am Patrick's younger sister! FOREVER!

Sing Some on the Side

This weekend was completely exhausting. It was exhausting, exhiliarating and exhausting once again. I felt great accomplishment after pulling off an event with the help of wonderful volunteers that hosted almost 10,000 people (according to the news). I love the feeling of sweet success and the peace that comes after it. Now I need a massage.
My exhaustion clearly played a role in a recent audition I had Monday night. It wasn't for anything super special but it was an audition and I always like to succeed. I should have known that things wouldn't go as smoothly as one would hop when I couldn't finish my own sentences. Words escaped my brain and I obviously wasn't thinking clearly. But hey, I went for it. Right?
Twelve of us were funneled into a tiny room and stood before 10 writers and directors. One by one we had to go before them, introduce ourselves and perform a given task while speaking about our careers. Okay, not too tough. Nothing I haven't done before in an improv class. But you must know one thing about me, sometimes I have a difficult time talking and performing an action. So you can see where I'm going with this. I was the last one to perform. I was given the frantic event of having just burned a lasagna in the oven (how they know me so well...one would think it should be second nature). Well, I was so frazzled that I wasn't thinking and just started speaking. I don't even know what I said! But I do remember the last thing that came out of my mouth. I had begun a sentence and didn't know how to finish it. It went something like this (picture me waving an improv towel in the air to break up the improv smoke...yes it looked as ridiculous as it sounds), "And then I also......ummm....ummm...(brain fart)...sing some on the side." WHAT!????? ME? SING ON THE SIDE???? Blatant lie! Bad girl, bad girl! Well, maybe if you count singing happy birthday to a friend an hour before hand. Not only did I lie but I got caught. Not 30 seconds later did they ask us to sing two songs....TWO!!!!
So now the running joke is that I also "sing some on the side." Sing in my shower and car maybe. Or when my roommates and I bust out with an 80's love ballad.
I am so shocked that I didn't receive a call asking me to be part of the show. SHOCKED!!!! Well, you can't have everything can you?

U2

OH MY GOSH!!!! Miracle of miracles and God has blessed me greatly...yet again. I WENT TO A U2 CONCERT WEDNESDAY!!!!! My favorite band of all time...that's no secret if you've read my profile. As of Wednesday morning I was a lost little girl who had no idea what events would be unfolding before her in the following hours. A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend sent out an email that she had 4 tickets to U2 but last minute couldn't go. So you know what? I crossed my fingers and sent out an email saying I would buy two of the tickets. I knew I could talk someone into going with me. I mean, it's U2!
You know what? It was worth every penny I spent. I would be happy to spend an arm and a leg on a U2 concert. How often does one get to go? Well twice. I attended the POP tour in 1998 just after college. This one was much better and much more intimate of a setting. Do I feel guilty that people are suffering and are homeless due to Hurricane Katrina and I spent $$ on a U2 concert? Yes! But I'm planning on giving more now. So everyone wins!
Picture this: you're sitting in the lower part of the second level directly behind the stage. Bono is only a stones throw away. The stage is circular so you get to see the entire concert from the view point of the band. Occasionally Bono will turn around and star directly up at you and sing "All I Want is You." Damn straight! A-MAZING! Let's just say that I had chills from the moment the concert began to the very end. I did not want it to end. I mean THREE ENCORES!!! THREE!!!! It couldn't get any better.
Well, maybe it could have been better. One lucky lady in the front row of the pit (so need to get those tickets next time) was pointed at by Bono and then was asked by him to join her on stage. She got to dance with Bono!!! (I love Bono but let's face it, the Edge is my favorite). I was filled with mixed emotions. One: Lucky girl that she gets to dirty dance with Bono and run her fingers through her hair in front of thousands of people. Two: What the heck would I have done if it was me? I had visions of myself doing something more like the white man's overbite and giggling nervously.
I've noticed something about Bono....if he wasn't a musician he would definitely be an interpretive dancer or into modern dance or poetry readings. It reminds me of an improv group I was in for a short time...couldn't handle the resemblance it had to interpretive/tribal dancing.
Are you jealous? Really? No...no, please don't be jealo...okay, you can be slightly jealous.

Big "A"

How is my day going? Funny you should ask. Let me just start by saying that my pants ripped. Ugh! Why does this always happen to me?!!!! I am wearing my cute new work pants that happen to fit me unlike the baggy ones I've been sporting since my Green Monster days. These are cute new ones from Anthropologie. They have a button flap front. Very nautical....or page boy...whichever you prefer. They look fabulous and you're feeling WAY cute. And then you sit down on the el and the pockets poke out to reveal that the pants are slightly pulling around the glutes area. Then you're feeling only semi-cute. You're walking around the office making copies, faxing things and finishing up an important mailing...only then do you realize after half of Chicago has seen you...your pants ripped....AGAIN! Seriously! It's just slightly at the hip. I'm only revealing an inkling of skin. Yet it's so unattractive. It says, "yes I did have ice cream 3 nights in a row this weekend!"
So at lunch (yes I continued to eat even after this incident), two co-workers and I walked through Nordstrom and one of them (who is tall) points out that it's unfair for there to be a petite section and not one for tall girls (oh, I'm so sorry you're so tall and skinny!). So I said, "It's unfair for there to be sections for long and lean women and not one for women with a BIG "A"!!!!!!