The name sake

I should probably talk a little bit about where the name of the blog came from. I'm not a vain person, at least I don't think I am. So I'm not trying to define myself in the blog world as some super model. Let's get real. I was a size 8 when I got married and that was almost 7 years ago. Two kids later, one weighing in at a hefty 9 lbs 14 ozs, my metabolism (and hip structure for that matter) have never been the same since. I am NOT what I used to be. Where that skinny chick is I have no clue- just some general idea about what sent her running crazy mad out of my life. Smile Jess. ( 2007: A look my husband is accustomed to seeing, I'm sure.) Around Christmas one year, we decided to go to the Ladie's Christmas Tea at the church. And by we, I mean my mom and sister and I. My mother was seated next to her friends across the room. So much for Bucinski girl time, or for sitting with SOMEONE you know time. Atleast my sister and I had each other. What is born next is probably one of the funniest inside jokes of all time. The sweet, loopy old woman next to me tried to make conversation. She wanted to know if I had children, where I lived and what my husband did for a living. Although sweet and innocent, I couldn't help but notice her inability to keep her dentures in her mouth. And I knew why. They were too big. Like serveral sizes too big. Completely prepared that these horse teeth just might end up on my plate, I waited to answer her next question. "What do you do? Do you work?" Ahhhh, the million dollar question for every mother. "Yes I ansered, I have a catering business. " Her response is pricless. Dentures bulging and spit spraying, "Well, you're not very fat for a caterer!". Oh really?!