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For my recent trip to Vegas I invested in some of The Big Bloomer Company’s Anti-Chafing Shorts. As a larger, curvier girl I average about a size 18/20 and with thighs bigger than a rugby players I often struggle with serious chafing.
In Barbados last year I opted for chafing gel, deodorant, talc powder – anything I could find and it just didn’t work. But this year knowing that going to Vegas is synonymous with sore feet and lots of walking I knew I had to invest in something that would actually work. So I did my research, with the help of Google and some of my favourite plus size bloggers (Fuller Figure Fuller Bust, Curvy Wordy & Pampers and Curves) I was set to invest in the All Woman Anti Chafing Short Leg Lace Knickers.
I liked the look of these shorts as they looked light and cool as well as having the cute lace touch so that if they do show its not so much like you raided your granny’s drawers. I bought the pack of 3 with 2 white and 1 black in a size 18/22 and with lots of updates from the company they arrived promptly. When they arrived I wasn’t disappointed, they fit perfectly with lots of stretch where necessary and not a problem at all on my larger than average thighs. I was all set for Vegas Baby! (Well almost, but more of that later)
When we arrived in Vegas I opted to wear the shorts over my knickers as I knew I had the potential of them needing to last 11 days, I can’t say this came without issue – but before we go any further I need to clarify some information. Whilst in Las Vegas we clocked up between 15,000 and 20,000 steps a day, sometimes more, in usually 28+ degree heat so these little shorts had a lot to deal with. On the days where we walked fewer steps and stayed mainly out of the heat I had absolutely no problem with the shorts, they kept me cool and comfortable. However on the days we were out in the heat and walking I had a couple of problems with the lace rolling up and causing a rub lower down on my thigh where usually there isn’t an issue. This was never a big thing as it was a simple adjustment to pull them down, which anyone who regularly wears tights will be used to doing! My biggest problem came when I wore the shorts with knickers which were not seamless, for example they had a little lace edge or a finishing seam. The combination of the edges of my knickers and the comfortable but snug fit of the shorts meant I had some rubbing around my bum which was occasionally quite uncomfortable, but not unsolvable! Lesson was learnt and from then on I wore seamless knickers without problem.
All in all, the shorts were a bit pricey which put me off at first but I am glad I went ahead and bought them. In the end walking as much as we did without shorts, struggling with gels and powders would have seriously hindered my enjoyment of the holiday and how much I could have taken part in. If you are thinking about purchasing a pair (or 3) I would recommend them highly – just don’t forget your seamless knickers if you are a bootylicious babe like me!
I watched this film during the very long plane journey home from Las Vegas and was pleasantly surprised. Myself and the hubby had seen it advertised on TV a lot but as nothing exploded and no one got naked he wasn’t really interested.
If you are looking for a high suspense, scary thriller style spy film then this isn’t really one for you. But if you do enjoy cleverly written drama with poignant moments that cut deeper than expected and the odd moment of humour – then this is the one for you.
I have always been a fan of Tom Hanks so for me this film just showed off his skills even further. He was intelligent, witty, engaging and drew you into his fears and emotions enough to make the film feel truly personal. His role as the hero worked well throughout the film, giving you a constant although complicated character. Through him the audience are able to work their way through the consistently conflicted and changing loyalties and emotions throughout the story.
The film works through the story of the capture and trade of American and Russian spies in the Cold War, James Donovan (Tom Hanks) is assigned to represent a Russian spy during his criminal trial in the US. The trial unfolds with the backdrop of high media and public interest in the impact and possible future of the Cold War as well as intense scrutiny of all those involved in the trial. Donovan and his family are viewed as villains by the general public, due to the huge amount of general fear the public are unable to see why someone would defend such a dangerous character.
Taken at face value myself as a British woman in 2016 it could be difficult to understand the fear and almost exaggerated refusal to understand Donovan’s case in defending the spy Abel. However, when you really pay attention it isn’t difficult to compare it to our current climate. Some people would argue we are not at open war, some would argue that we are just as it was during the Cold War. However, what you cannot deny is just like the characters in the film we are under constant threat by a seemingly unreasonable force that could attack at any time and without provocation.
One of the scenes from this film which will probably stay with me is that of the children in school watching the information about the bombs and how to stay safe, this is followed up by Donovan finding his son in the bathroom with the bath filled and following instructions about how to survive an attack. This cannot fail to resonate today with anyone who watched the effects of the attacks in Paris and Brussels, after the Paris attacks my family and I were due to go to Manchester and many members of my family did not want to go – just incase. Just like during the Cold War, as in the film, we cannot let the fear of an attack ruin our daily life otherwise “they” have already won. We cannot also allow this fear of an attack to change how we treat those around us, to do so would make us lesser than we owe it to ourselves to be. This fear could also drive us to discriminate against and harm those who are innocent, whether through panic or just misunderstanding.
I would highly recommend this film as one which will entertain and stay with you.
Finally, personally I wanted to comment on the portrayal of the Berlin Wall. I was born on the 12th November 1989, the day the wall came down. My Mum had visited the wall previously and my Uncle worked in the RAF and on the wall. It is something I have grown up knowing about but never really comprehending the truth of it. This film helped me to really understand the fear, the absolute destruction that was East Germany and the impact that the wall had on those on either side. It is definitely something I will be looking into more.
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So after 12 days in Vegas my experience of Americans and fat me have varied greatly.
In preparation for my trip to the Capitol of fairy lights I got myself some sparkly fake nails, a wardrobe of 50s style dresses and some comfy ass sketchers pumps and flip flops.
I have to say my experience has been mostly positive. I have been complimented on my outfits at least once a day. And my sparkly nails? A complete hit!
However, what has stuck with me most is the rudeness of some of the other visitors to sin city.
I was called a pig by a French woman as she proceeded to commence a diatribe in French used me as an example to her two young daughters as to what a woman shouldn’t be. Luckily, or not so I have rudimentary French so I could understand and react so that she knew I understood. So many things wrong in that encounter I don’t even know where to begin.
Secondly I was called a whore by a slightly tipsy Texan. His assumption was that as a busty (and large, as he pointed out) woman in a low cut rockabilly dress dress I would be lucky to get a partner that would pay. Never mind one who would actually want me.
But finally the one that hurt the most? The final night I dressed up in the lovely blue and white number below, my trusty black sketcher pumps and my best string of pearls.
Not to forget my grandmas vintage blue net purse and best lippy. In the lift on the way down to the casino I was feeling good, standing tall. However, a woman in a silk short and blouse set took a long appraising look. From my shoes to my legs to my dress to my cover up and bag to my hair and makeup. She smirked at me and then turned to face her husband and suppressed a laugh whilst nodding in my direction. This was so obvious and callous even my oblivious husband went into caveman mode and almost challenged them to a fight.
Whilst the last of these was the least confrontational as such it hurt the most and stuck with me the most. The calm calculated manner and the way in which she looked me in the eye as she smirked was just plain mean. Nothing else. I wish I could say I shrugged this off and didn’t let it affect my night, but it did. I found myself sitting that bit straighter and sucking my tummy in, using my cover up to disguise my width as I sat down.
So as I sit in my hotel the night before flying home to reality I have to ask myself, why did these people think it was okay to make these comments? Is it nationality? Difference in manners? Too many drinks? Either way I cannot deny that they affected me far more than I would have liked. Let’s just hope what happens in Vegas truly does stay in Vegas.
Now excuse me whilst I go enjoy my last cocktail… On the house of course!