Yeah, that's right, I bet y'all thought you had seen the last of the "I'm thankful for my wonderful family and friends and unicorns and rainbows" posts. Sorry suckers!
But for realsies, I'm going to post about the shit I'm REALLY thankful for.
1. I'm thankful that Thanksgiving is fucking over. I know it's the favorite holiday of many, but not mine. Thanksgiving is a painful reminder of what I don't have: family I'm actually thankful for (see Conversations with my Bipolar Mother). I've mentioned it before on the blog and those of you that know me IRL know how much my parents suck. Or rather, mostly just my mother. And since I am serially single, this is the second year in a row that I have been unfortunately forced to break bread with my mother on thanksgiving (prior to two years ago for those who were wondering I alternated between my ex-boyfriend's family and my grandmother who is no longer with us).
2. I'm thankful that even though my office is technically open until 1pm today, the majority of the office suckered themselves out of valuable vacation time by taking 8 hours off today when they only would have worked 4. This means that I can browse the ENTIRE INTERNET this morning and enjoy my coffee without having to listen to my coworkers make awkward small talk or the fax machine relentlessly beeping. Hooray for laziness and antisocialism.
3. I'm thankful that I have absolutely no reason to go shopping today. Who really wants to battle the crazy-eyed mothers trying to get the "it" toy of the moment for their kid or the idiots waiting in line for a TV that will be cheaper in February? Not me.
4. I'm thankful for Christmas movies now popping up all over TV now that Thanksgiving is over. Christmas is not nearly as much of an offensive holiday to me as Thanksgiving is, and I love me some Christmas movies. Santa Claus is Coming to Town, Christmas Vacation, Bad Santa, Elf...I love it all.
5. Last and certainly not least, I am endlessly thankful for the mass quanities of beer and wine in my fridge waiting for me to get home this afternoon. Due to the holiday, I should be home by 1:15 and that's when the fun begins! Now if only I could find some eggnog to spike, I would be set. My supermarket seems to be a little behind this year in the nog department.
Happy holidays assholes.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Conversations with my Bipolar Mother Part 3
Snippets of an actual conversation with my mother between sips on her beer and long drags on her cigarette:
In case you missed it, Part 1 and Part 2.
My mother: I ran into your cousin at the grocery store this morning (even though I have a hundred cousins, I know which one she is talking about immediately because there is only one cousin she would even recognize because my parents don't typically talk to my father's side of the family).
Me: Oh yeah? Did you say hello?
My mother: Fuck no. I did what any other normal human being would do. I hid in the dog food aisle until I was sure she was gone.
Me: That sounds totally normal.
My mother: She was with a woman and they were holding hands. Is she gay now?
Me: She's been gay for years now, Mom, and that woman you saw her with was probably her wife.
My mother: Ugh. To think you have half of those genes.
Me: There's nothing wrong with being gay you know.
My mother: No but there IS something wrong with being gay AND ugly.
Me: Everybody needs love.
My mother: Some moreso than others. Speaking of that, when are you going to hurry up and get married? I can hear your clock ticking from here.
Me: I have to go fluff the couch cushions. Bye.
In case you missed it, Part 1 and Part 2.
My mother: I ran into your cousin at the grocery store this morning (even though I have a hundred cousins, I know which one she is talking about immediately because there is only one cousin she would even recognize because my parents don't typically talk to my father's side of the family).
Me: Oh yeah? Did you say hello?
My mother: Fuck no. I did what any other normal human being would do. I hid in the dog food aisle until I was sure she was gone.
Me: That sounds totally normal.
My mother: She was with a woman and they were holding hands. Is she gay now?
Me: She's been gay for years now, Mom, and that woman you saw her with was probably her wife.
My mother: Ugh. To think you have half of those genes.
Me: There's nothing wrong with being gay you know.
My mother: No but there IS something wrong with being gay AND ugly.
Me: Everybody needs love.
My mother: Some moreso than others. Speaking of that, when are you going to hurry up and get married? I can hear your clock ticking from here.
Me: I have to go fluff the couch cushions. Bye.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Conversations with my Bipolar Mother Part 2
Hi there readers! (All six of you I mean). In case you couldn't tell from the title, today is going to be another recent conversation with my mother. I'm thinking about making this a regular feature on the blog. I can't commit to any specific timeline, because honestly, I don't talk to my mother all that much. So I will be posting them as I have them or as I remember conversations past.
I should add the disclaimer that my mother is in fact, bipolar, and has been perscribed medication for it. She loves making drug cocktails as well as she frequently orders painkillers off the internet from Mexico and drinks like a fish. I'm not making that up either. As you can imagine, this makes for some pretty epic conversations. So without further ado...
Snippet of an actual conversation with my mother, between her sips of beer and long drags on her cigarette:
My mother: Guess what I bought on QVC last week?
Me: $500 worth of Philosophy bath products? (I'm not being funny here, she has actually done that).
My mother: No smartass. A Keurig!
Me: Why?
My mother: Because it makes a cup of coffee in less than a minute! How cool is that?
Me: Yeah that's great and all, I have one at work, but you and Dad have been drinking instant coffee for the last thirty years. That also takes less than a minute.
My mother: Yeah well, this has all kinds of flavors and things.
Me: Yeah that's true I guess.
My mother: You know what I don't like though? You have to pay EXTRA for the little K cups to make the coffee.
Me: Um....did you think they were just going to give you a lifetime supply of free coffee just because you bought a $100 coffee maker?
My mother: I don't know, I guess not. I know you can get the little refill thingys to put your own coffee in, but I don't really know how to do that and I think it's instant coffee that you put in there anyway.
Me: Oh, like the same instant coffee you could have just put in a cup and added water to? Like you've already been doing for thirty years without the aid of a fancy machine?
My mother: You're just sooooo smart.
Me: So what kind of flavors have you been making with the Keurig?
My mother: Oh I used up all the chocolate flavored ones they sent with the machine, but I probably won't buy anymore. The K cups are just too expensive.
Me: I'm actually on my way to Starbucks. I'll call you later.
I should add the disclaimer that my mother is in fact, bipolar, and has been perscribed medication for it. She loves making drug cocktails as well as she frequently orders painkillers off the internet from Mexico and drinks like a fish. I'm not making that up either. As you can imagine, this makes for some pretty epic conversations. So without further ado...
Snippet of an actual conversation with my mother, between her sips of beer and long drags on her cigarette:
My mother: Guess what I bought on QVC last week?
Me: $500 worth of Philosophy bath products? (I'm not being funny here, she has actually done that).
My mother: No smartass. A Keurig!
Me: Why?
My mother: Because it makes a cup of coffee in less than a minute! How cool is that?
Me: Yeah that's great and all, I have one at work, but you and Dad have been drinking instant coffee for the last thirty years. That also takes less than a minute.
My mother: Yeah well, this has all kinds of flavors and things.
Me: Yeah that's true I guess.
My mother: You know what I don't like though? You have to pay EXTRA for the little K cups to make the coffee.
Me: Um....did you think they were just going to give you a lifetime supply of free coffee just because you bought a $100 coffee maker?
My mother: I don't know, I guess not. I know you can get the little refill thingys to put your own coffee in, but I don't really know how to do that and I think it's instant coffee that you put in there anyway.
Me: Oh, like the same instant coffee you could have just put in a cup and added water to? Like you've already been doing for thirty years without the aid of a fancy machine?
My mother: You're just sooooo smart.
Me: So what kind of flavors have you been making with the Keurig?
My mother: Oh I used up all the chocolate flavored ones they sent with the machine, but I probably won't buy anymore. The K cups are just too expensive.
Me: I'm actually on my way to Starbucks. I'll call you later.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Conversations with my Bipolar Mother Part 1
Snippet of an actual conversation with my mother, between her sips of beer and long drags on her cigarette:
Me: So I crossed an item off my life bucket list last week.
My mother: You're 30, you're too young to have a bucket list. That's just kind of pathetic.
Me: I don't think so. I think everyone should have a bucket list.
My mother: My bucket list consists of not living in this shitty apartment for another year.
Me: So anyway back to me...I went to go see a Broadway show in Manhattan
My mother: What did you see?
Me: Wicked!
My mother: Oh that's appropriate.
Me: (Ignoring her dig at me) I had the absolute best time, it was so much better than I ever thought it was going to be, to see a Broadway show.
My mother: I watched Rock of Ages last week. Have you seen that? Great music.
Me: Is this supposed to be a comparison?
My mother: Well, Rock of Ages is a musical.
Me: Yeah but it's totally not the same thing.
My mother: Close enough. Anyway have you seen the movie?
Me: No. Nor do I have any interest.
My mother: You should really see it. The music is just so great. And TOM CRUISE. He just has NOT aged well.
Me: So about that Broadway show I went to go see...I managed to score great tickets, ten rows back from center stage. Unfortunately I had to sit behind someone really tall.
My mother: You should just carry a booster seat around with you wherever you go. Most of the time you're going to need it anyway.
Me: Thanks Mom. Gotta go now. Bye.
Me: So I crossed an item off my life bucket list last week.
My mother: You're 30, you're too young to have a bucket list. That's just kind of pathetic.
Me: I don't think so. I think everyone should have a bucket list.
My mother: My bucket list consists of not living in this shitty apartment for another year.
Me: So anyway back to me...I went to go see a Broadway show in Manhattan
My mother: What did you see?
Me: Wicked!
My mother: Oh that's appropriate.
Me: (Ignoring her dig at me) I had the absolute best time, it was so much better than I ever thought it was going to be, to see a Broadway show.
My mother: I watched Rock of Ages last week. Have you seen that? Great music.
Me: Is this supposed to be a comparison?
My mother: Well, Rock of Ages is a musical.
Me: Yeah but it's totally not the same thing.
My mother: Close enough. Anyway have you seen the movie?
Me: No. Nor do I have any interest.
My mother: You should really see it. The music is just so great. And TOM CRUISE. He just has NOT aged well.
Me: So about that Broadway show I went to go see...I managed to score great tickets, ten rows back from center stage. Unfortunately I had to sit behind someone really tall.
My mother: You should just carry a booster seat around with you wherever you go. Most of the time you're going to need it anyway.
Me: Thanks Mom. Gotta go now. Bye.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Products I'm Loving
Perhaps you want to know what I've been doing lately besides going on horrifically bad dates. Or maybe you don't. Either way I'm going to tell you.
I've been watching hours upon hours of endless beauty videos on YouTube. The hours upon hours is no exaggeration. YouTube always gets me with that "suggestions" side bar based on what I'm currently watching and one video turns into fifty videos and the sun has gone down.
Despite the ridiculous amount of time I have wasted, I have tried some really awesome products, finally varied my makeup routine, changed my hairstyle, and gotten some great organizational ideas for my accessories and makeup.
Let me just tell you about the great products in case you're curious.
I know I am omgsolate on this band wagon, but I finally purchased the Urban Decay Naked palette.
I am obsessed. I use it every single day. Not exclusively, but still I use at least one shadow from it each day. If you don't have this in your life, get on it. Yes, it may seem a little pricey ($49) but look at all the shadows you get. Plus it comes with an eye primer potion and a pretty decent brush.
I have been alternating between three eye shadows for the past year and a half or so and it was time for a change. Now, with this palette, every day is a different look practically depending on what I'm wearing and what look I'm going for. It was love at first application.
Another makeup product that I decided to try out at the advice of a stranger on YouTube (where would I be without the advice of someone who doesn't know me and I have never met? I would be a hideous troll using deeply discounted drugstore makeup, that's where) is the Makeup Forever HD liquid foundation.
I had been using Bare Minerals for a LONG time but unfortunately for me, as I've gotten older, I have been breaking out more than I did as a teenager. Awesome, right? So now I need more coverage to hide it and Bare Minerals just was not cutting it. I bought the Makeup Forever HD foundation and it is fantastic. The coverage is great, and it stays put all day long, even when I get a little glisten going from hoofing it to the bus stop (remember ladies, women don't sweat, they glisten). It is pretty expensive, but well worth the price in my opinion.
Next up is a new-to-me hair product that has literally changed the texture of my hair. I went back to being a medium brunette recently from blonde highlights and my hair was FRIED. Enter It's a Ten leave in treatment.
This stuff is AMAZING. My hair is soft again and doesn't feel damaged hardly at all. I loved it so much that I went out and bought the big ass bottle.
In addition to coloring my hair, I also cut quite a bit off. This has it's perks, but one thing that has changed is my hair routine. I have wavy hair and the shorter my hair is, the wavier and frizzier my hair is. When it's long, I can get away with blowdrying my hair upside down, adding some serum to the ends and going out the door. Now, I have to blowdry AND flatiron, so I decided it was probably time to be using a heat protectant.
Tresemme Heat Tamer spray is the one I tried and I love it. The important thing to remember is to brush it through and let it soak in for a few minutes. The first time I used it I didn't let it sit so my hair was slightly wet when I flatironed. When my hair sizzled I knew I had done something wrong so don't make my mistake and almost set your head on fire.
What products are you loving lately? I'm always looking for new things to try!
I've been watching hours upon hours of endless beauty videos on YouTube. The hours upon hours is no exaggeration. YouTube always gets me with that "suggestions" side bar based on what I'm currently watching and one video turns into fifty videos and the sun has gone down.
Despite the ridiculous amount of time I have wasted, I have tried some really awesome products, finally varied my makeup routine, changed my hairstyle, and gotten some great organizational ideas for my accessories and makeup.
Let me just tell you about the great products in case you're curious.
I know I am omgsolate on this band wagon, but I finally purchased the Urban Decay Naked palette.
I am obsessed. I use it every single day. Not exclusively, but still I use at least one shadow from it each day. If you don't have this in your life, get on it. Yes, it may seem a little pricey ($49) but look at all the shadows you get. Plus it comes with an eye primer potion and a pretty decent brush.
I have been alternating between three eye shadows for the past year and a half or so and it was time for a change. Now, with this palette, every day is a different look practically depending on what I'm wearing and what look I'm going for. It was love at first application.
Another makeup product that I decided to try out at the advice of a stranger on YouTube (where would I be without the advice of someone who doesn't know me and I have never met? I would be a hideous troll using deeply discounted drugstore makeup, that's where) is the Makeup Forever HD liquid foundation.
I had been using Bare Minerals for a LONG time but unfortunately for me, as I've gotten older, I have been breaking out more than I did as a teenager. Awesome, right? So now I need more coverage to hide it and Bare Minerals just was not cutting it. I bought the Makeup Forever HD foundation and it is fantastic. The coverage is great, and it stays put all day long, even when I get a little glisten going from hoofing it to the bus stop (remember ladies, women don't sweat, they glisten). It is pretty expensive, but well worth the price in my opinion.
Next up is a new-to-me hair product that has literally changed the texture of my hair. I went back to being a medium brunette recently from blonde highlights and my hair was FRIED. Enter It's a Ten leave in treatment.
This stuff is AMAZING. My hair is soft again and doesn't feel damaged hardly at all. I loved it so much that I went out and bought the big ass bottle.
In addition to coloring my hair, I also cut quite a bit off. This has it's perks, but one thing that has changed is my hair routine. I have wavy hair and the shorter my hair is, the wavier and frizzier my hair is. When it's long, I can get away with blowdrying my hair upside down, adding some serum to the ends and going out the door. Now, I have to blowdry AND flatiron, so I decided it was probably time to be using a heat protectant.
Tresemme Heat Tamer spray is the one I tried and I love it. The important thing to remember is to brush it through and let it soak in for a few minutes. The first time I used it I didn't let it sit so my hair was slightly wet when I flatironed. When my hair sizzled I knew I had done something wrong so don't make my mistake and almost set your head on fire.
What products are you loving lately? I'm always looking for new things to try!
Monday, October 1, 2012
Second Worst Date Ever
Despite last weekend's dating debacle, I decided to jump back on the horse and try it again.
Yeah I know. I'm insane. Whatever.
Anyway, I wink at a guy online who seems witty and mostly normal (I say mostly normal because everyone on a dating site has to be at least somewhat abnormal just like me). He messages me and we exchange a few emails back and forth. We make a date for Saturday and exchange numbers, leaving it that he will be in touch with me on Saturday.
So Saturday rolls around and I do my thing, errands and such, hop into the shower around 2 to give myself plenty of time to be ready in case he wants to do dinner. I do my hair, my nails, makeup, etc.
Then I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Finally at 6:30 when I haven't heard from him, I give up and throw my pajamas on and settle in for an evening on the couch with my cats and my DVR. Cue Celine Dion's "All By Myself."
At 7:45 he texts, asking if I'm around. Obviously I'm annoyed, but figure, what the hell, I've already gotten pretty, sure let's meet up. Thinking he would come meet me in my town of residence, I half heartedly suggest meeting halfway (waiting for the "no no, I will come to you") which obviously was stupid of me. He says "oh that sounds like Boston then!" What? No. I go along with it even though the last thing I want to be doing is driving into Boston on a Saturday night. I know, this makes me sound so old and fuddy-duddyish but what can I say? Going into the city when you live in the suburbs is a fucking hassle.
Then he suggests a divey sports bar in the hardest neighborhood to park in in the ENTIRE CITY.
Great first date suggest, slick. Sure, fine. Meet you there at 8:30.
After going five rounds in the only parking garage within ten blocks of the bar, I finally snag a spot, walk a mile to the damn bar and stand outside.
In the meantime, an obese man in a fedora tried to pick me up as I was waiting. Lucky me.
Finally at 8:45, I get a text saying he is running late but that he will be there in less than ten. First date and he is a half hour late. So far he is 0-3.
He finally arrives, dressed like an overgrown child (shorts, a t-shirt that is too small and a Red Sox starter jacket that he tells me is "vintage.") Ok, I guess I can overlook all this.
We sit down at a table and order a few beers. It becomes increasingly obvious to me that this guy is Boston trash. Think Whitey Bulger's nephew or something.100% Irish, with Boston sports teams tattoos, thick accent, the affinity for calling women "broads," and a hatred for Jews. He apparently also loved women with tattoos and large breasts since he couldn't stop commenting how hot the bartender was. And oh by the way....even though his profile said he didn't smoke, he was a drinking smoker, heading outside throughout the night to satisfy his habit.
Since I can appreciate all kinds of people and he was at least entertaining, I thought to myself, I'm going to ride this night out, shoot the shit with this loser, and get drunk on his dime. And I proceeded to do just that.
Apparently at one point, I had some schmutz on my chin when I came back from the bathroom, and the idiot had the balls to say that I popped a pimple for him (which I didn't, it was just some schmutz) and then proceeded to continue to bring that up repeatedly throughout the night. Clearly he thought it was sweet that I would pop a pimple just for him.
In addition, one of the times he went outside to smoke, a 23 year old kid came over to ask me if I would have sex with him. As flattering as that offer was, I declined. I would rethink this later on as it was clearly the better option since he at least was wearing a shirt that fit.
Anyway, we closed the bar and thankfully started heading down the street to what I thought was my car. He grabbed my hand to hold and I allowed it, thinking we would get to my car, do the awkward hug thing and I would be on my way, never having to see him again. Unfortunately, he had other plans. He asked me to walk with him to Copley Square to hang out for a few minutes. I wasn't feeling threatened or anything and as I said, he was at least entertaining, so I agreed.
On the way to Copley he was obviously drunk and decided to start heckling some people waiting outside the Apple store for their iPhone 5. A few other toolboxes chime in and the next thing I know they are making fun of people who are obsessed with technology, laughing it up, high fiving, etc. as I look on in annoyance.
We sat by the fountain in Copley just chatting away when he turns to me, says "fuck it" and comes flying in for a kiss that I was totally not expecting. And it was a sloppy, junior high kiss, with a lot of teeth and tongue. I instantly recoiled and shoved him away. At this point, I knew it was time to go home. He practically begged me to stay, to which I declined of course. He then asks if he totally screwed things up because he wanted to see me again. I was like....don't call me, I'll call you!!!! He apologized for his aggressive behavior and I just waved and walked away.
Second worst date ever.
Yeah I know. I'm insane. Whatever.
Anyway, I wink at a guy online who seems witty and mostly normal (I say mostly normal because everyone on a dating site has to be at least somewhat abnormal just like me). He messages me and we exchange a few emails back and forth. We make a date for Saturday and exchange numbers, leaving it that he will be in touch with me on Saturday.
So Saturday rolls around and I do my thing, errands and such, hop into the shower around 2 to give myself plenty of time to be ready in case he wants to do dinner. I do my hair, my nails, makeup, etc.
Then I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Finally at 6:30 when I haven't heard from him, I give up and throw my pajamas on and settle in for an evening on the couch with my cats and my DVR. Cue Celine Dion's "All By Myself."
At 7:45 he texts, asking if I'm around. Obviously I'm annoyed, but figure, what the hell, I've already gotten pretty, sure let's meet up. Thinking he would come meet me in my town of residence, I half heartedly suggest meeting halfway (waiting for the "no no, I will come to you") which obviously was stupid of me. He says "oh that sounds like Boston then!" What? No. I go along with it even though the last thing I want to be doing is driving into Boston on a Saturday night. I know, this makes me sound so old and fuddy-duddyish but what can I say? Going into the city when you live in the suburbs is a fucking hassle.
Then he suggests a divey sports bar in the hardest neighborhood to park in in the ENTIRE CITY.
Great first date suggest, slick. Sure, fine. Meet you there at 8:30.
After going five rounds in the only parking garage within ten blocks of the bar, I finally snag a spot, walk a mile to the damn bar and stand outside.
In the meantime, an obese man in a fedora tried to pick me up as I was waiting. Lucky me.
Finally at 8:45, I get a text saying he is running late but that he will be there in less than ten. First date and he is a half hour late. So far he is 0-3.
He finally arrives, dressed like an overgrown child (shorts, a t-shirt that is too small and a Red Sox starter jacket that he tells me is "vintage.") Ok, I guess I can overlook all this.
We sit down at a table and order a few beers. It becomes increasingly obvious to me that this guy is Boston trash. Think Whitey Bulger's nephew or something.100% Irish, with Boston sports teams tattoos, thick accent, the affinity for calling women "broads," and a hatred for Jews. He apparently also loved women with tattoos and large breasts since he couldn't stop commenting how hot the bartender was. And oh by the way....even though his profile said he didn't smoke, he was a drinking smoker, heading outside throughout the night to satisfy his habit.
Since I can appreciate all kinds of people and he was at least entertaining, I thought to myself, I'm going to ride this night out, shoot the shit with this loser, and get drunk on his dime. And I proceeded to do just that.
Apparently at one point, I had some schmutz on my chin when I came back from the bathroom, and the idiot had the balls to say that I popped a pimple for him (which I didn't, it was just some schmutz) and then proceeded to continue to bring that up repeatedly throughout the night. Clearly he thought it was sweet that I would pop a pimple just for him.
In addition, one of the times he went outside to smoke, a 23 year old kid came over to ask me if I would have sex with him. As flattering as that offer was, I declined. I would rethink this later on as it was clearly the better option since he at least was wearing a shirt that fit.
Anyway, we closed the bar and thankfully started heading down the street to what I thought was my car. He grabbed my hand to hold and I allowed it, thinking we would get to my car, do the awkward hug thing and I would be on my way, never having to see him again. Unfortunately, he had other plans. He asked me to walk with him to Copley Square to hang out for a few minutes. I wasn't feeling threatened or anything and as I said, he was at least entertaining, so I agreed.
On the way to Copley he was obviously drunk and decided to start heckling some people waiting outside the Apple store for their iPhone 5. A few other toolboxes chime in and the next thing I know they are making fun of people who are obsessed with technology, laughing it up, high fiving, etc. as I look on in annoyance.
We sat by the fountain in Copley just chatting away when he turns to me, says "fuck it" and comes flying in for a kiss that I was totally not expecting. And it was a sloppy, junior high kiss, with a lot of teeth and tongue. I instantly recoiled and shoved him away. At this point, I knew it was time to go home. He practically begged me to stay, to which I declined of course. He then asks if he totally screwed things up because he wanted to see me again. I was like....don't call me, I'll call you!!!! He apologized for his aggressive behavior and I just waved and walked away.
Second worst date ever.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Big Girls Cry...A Lot
For whatever reason, I've been feeling a little emotional lately. I've always been somewhat of a crier but lately I've been crying all the time. Not like sad-my-life-sucks tears, but tears for every occasion. I've become an equal opportunity crier apparently.
As I previously posted, I went to Wicked last week. I cried at the end. Granted, it's a little sad that Glinda thinks Elphaba is dead, but not really worth crying over.
And even though I haven't talked about it on the blog yet, I started Insanity earlier this week. Well, during a workout last night, I got frustrated and cried that I couldn't do moving pushups. What?? Who cries about a workout unless you are truly pathetic and have no bigger problems?? Apparently I do. I have never cried during or over a workout before. Sure, you see them do it on the Biggest Loser but most of that is fake and what little of it is real is not related to the workout, it's related to some other issue that led them to be obese.
I even got emotional writing a nice comment on my dear friend Kacy's blog. What is THAT all about? I express my lesbian love for my friends on the regular, so this is not out of the ordinary.
Before some of you say, it's hormones, it just may be because I recently went off birth control after being on it for a good ten years. Although I consulted my calendar and PMS shouldn't be the culprit.
If THIS is what I can expect to be like all the time though, I may have to bring the birth control back. Artificial hormones that may cause cancer be damned! I would like to cross the street without letting out a little sob about the sadness of potholes.
Speaking of crying, I was randomly switching through the channels the other night when I came across the SATC episode about women crying at work. Charlotte laments how she cried at work once ten years ago and everyone had been tiptoeing around her ever since. I fear this sort of situation may be in future if things continue how they are.
God help the friends I have that have weddings, birth of children, milestone birthdays, or a long anticipated wart removal coming up because I will be a hot mess.
As I previously posted, I went to Wicked last week. I cried at the end. Granted, it's a little sad that Glinda thinks Elphaba is dead, but not really worth crying over.
And even though I haven't talked about it on the blog yet, I started Insanity earlier this week. Well, during a workout last night, I got frustrated and cried that I couldn't do moving pushups. What?? Who cries about a workout unless you are truly pathetic and have no bigger problems?? Apparently I do. I have never cried during or over a workout before. Sure, you see them do it on the Biggest Loser but most of that is fake and what little of it is real is not related to the workout, it's related to some other issue that led them to be obese.
I even got emotional writing a nice comment on my dear friend Kacy's blog. What is THAT all about? I express my lesbian love for my friends on the regular, so this is not out of the ordinary.
Before some of you say, it's hormones, it just may be because I recently went off birth control after being on it for a good ten years. Although I consulted my calendar and PMS shouldn't be the culprit.
If THIS is what I can expect to be like all the time though, I may have to bring the birth control back. Artificial hormones that may cause cancer be damned! I would like to cross the street without letting out a little sob about the sadness of potholes.
Speaking of crying, I was randomly switching through the channels the other night when I came across the SATC episode about women crying at work. Charlotte laments how she cried at work once ten years ago and everyone had been tiptoeing around her ever since. I fear this sort of situation may be in future if things continue how they are.
God help the friends I have that have weddings, birth of children, milestone birthdays, or a long anticipated wart removal coming up because I will be a hot mess.
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