I feel his pain. Also? She's got some HUGE boobs!!!
Showing posts with label randomness is my middle name. Show all posts
Showing posts with label randomness is my middle name. Show all posts
8.29.2011
2.09.2011
Never give up hope
Yesterday was a shitty day. In fact, the last several days were shitty in small ways, and I think it just kept piling up inside until I finally burst today.
In short, my jeep has some issues that are going to cost me money I don't have, on top of needing 2 new tires for safety reasons, and then wanting 4 new tires that are better suited to the look I want for my jeep, and the teeny tiny issue of not having the money for any of the above? Did I mention that already?
Then you add the divorce debacle, the stress of trying to pay bills and get the things my girl needs while balancing my own needs (I need to see a dentist SOON) with my own wants (WANT, WANT, Really WANT), the stress at work, my lack of sleep, this constant ache of unidentifiable origins, the impending snow f-ing storm that is supposed to be here by the time this post hits my blog in the AM, and I truly mean it was a disaster in the making.
So, tears while driving from the shop back to work. Tears as I ran into work, hoping the bathroom by the back door was empty so I could clean myself up.
I just don't seem to have much more I can give of myself. I'm tired. I'm worried. I'm stressed. I'm trying to focus most of my attention on my girl because she really needs it right now. I need exercise. I need a bubble bath. I need a damn backrub.
So I get home from work after sitting in an hour's worth of traffic, and there are 2 things in the mail for me besides bills. One is a gift card from Olive Garden as an apology for the shittiest service EVAH about a month ago. Yay!
The other was an envelope addressed to me w/ a return address from Hollywood. I didn't really pay attention to the handwriting. Inside was this:
Went to a Nintendo event awhile back (hosted by Jennie and Shauna) and we had to write out a card to ourself. Here's what I wrote:
Amazing, the timing, no? I needed this. I know this stuff, but I needed to see it, in my own handwriting.
In short, my jeep has some issues that are going to cost me money I don't have, on top of needing 2 new tires for safety reasons, and then wanting 4 new tires that are better suited to the look I want for my jeep, and the teeny tiny issue of not having the money for any of the above? Did I mention that already?
Then you add the divorce debacle, the stress of trying to pay bills and get the things my girl needs while balancing my own needs (I need to see a dentist SOON) with my own wants (WANT, WANT, Really WANT), the stress at work, my lack of sleep, this constant ache of unidentifiable origins, the impending snow f-ing storm that is supposed to be here by the time this post hits my blog in the AM, and I truly mean it was a disaster in the making.
So, tears while driving from the shop back to work. Tears as I ran into work, hoping the bathroom by the back door was empty so I could clean myself up.
I just don't seem to have much more I can give of myself. I'm tired. I'm worried. I'm stressed. I'm trying to focus most of my attention on my girl because she really needs it right now. I need exercise. I need a bubble bath. I need a damn backrub.
So I get home from work after sitting in an hour's worth of traffic, and there are 2 things in the mail for me besides bills. One is a gift card from Olive Garden as an apology for the shittiest service EVAH about a month ago. Yay!
The other was an envelope addressed to me w/ a return address from Hollywood. I didn't really pay attention to the handwriting. Inside was this:
Went to a Nintendo event awhile back (hosted by Jennie and Shauna) and we had to write out a card to ourself. Here's what I wrote:
Amazing, the timing, no? I needed this. I know this stuff, but I needed to see it, in my own handwriting.
11.11.2010
Shuffle, smirk
She shuffles down the hall, stopping just beyond the threshold of my office. I look up from my work and smile at the sight:
Her hair is a fuzzy mess, with a silly cowlick at her crown. Her glasses are on straight, but they are smudged. She wears a pretty cross around her neck, hanging where her breasts should be. Her shirt is clean, but seems a bit sloppy. Her pants are loose, hands in her pockets. I say good morning, and she looks surprised.
She shuffles in and takes a seat across from me. I ask her silly little questions, and she gives silly little answers. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think she has a sense of humor, and she's poking at me. I could be wrong though. No matter.
After I run out of questions, we sit in silence. It seems comfortable to her, but I squirm.
I go back to my work, glancing up every few minutes. She is focused at something outside the window, but glances over at me with a smirk.
With a grunt, she stands up, shoves her hands back in her pockets, and walks out of my office. As she steps into the hallway, she glances back, catching my eye.
That is all.
I see her numerous times throughout the day, wandering through the halls, entering other residents' rooms, curling up in a chair in the living room. I don't know if she knows where she is, what year it is......but she walks with purpose. I don't see the purpose, I don't understand it, but I know it's there, for her.
Each night as I leave the building, I think of her, shuffling down the hall with that little smile on her face. I think about my own purpose, my own steps, my hands shoved in my pockets, my own wandering. I wonder if I elude that sense of purpose. I wonder if the smile on my face fools everyone. I wonder if it fools me.
Her hair is a fuzzy mess, with a silly cowlick at her crown. Her glasses are on straight, but they are smudged. She wears a pretty cross around her neck, hanging where her breasts should be. Her shirt is clean, but seems a bit sloppy. Her pants are loose, hands in her pockets. I say good morning, and she looks surprised.
She shuffles in and takes a seat across from me. I ask her silly little questions, and she gives silly little answers. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think she has a sense of humor, and she's poking at me. I could be wrong though. No matter.
After I run out of questions, we sit in silence. It seems comfortable to her, but I squirm.
I go back to my work, glancing up every few minutes. She is focused at something outside the window, but glances over at me with a smirk.
With a grunt, she stands up, shoves her hands back in her pockets, and walks out of my office. As she steps into the hallway, she glances back, catching my eye.
That is all.
I see her numerous times throughout the day, wandering through the halls, entering other residents' rooms, curling up in a chair in the living room. I don't know if she knows where she is, what year it is......but she walks with purpose. I don't see the purpose, I don't understand it, but I know it's there, for her.
Each night as I leave the building, I think of her, shuffling down the hall with that little smile on her face. I think about my own purpose, my own steps, my hands shoved in my pockets, my own wandering. I wonder if I elude that sense of purpose. I wonder if the smile on my face fools everyone. I wonder if it fools me.
10.13.2010
Wordless Wednesday
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Go check out this post by Nichole and this post. Both inspired by my Weight of Tears post. They are both wonderful writers, and these posts are touching.
I will be back tomorrow to talk about something that was sparked by Nichole's post. I know I've been silent thus far this week.....got a ton on my mind, and I just want to sleep or be outside, but I'm not leaving this space, that's for damn sure. : )
10.06.2010
SQUEEEEEEE!
Full intentions of posting something of substance, but uhhhh......
I JUST GOT OFFERED A JOB! W/ BENEFITS! AND GOOD PAY! AND....ZOMG!
I JUST GOT OFFERED A JOB! W/ BENEFITS! AND GOOD PAY! AND....ZOMG!
9.21.2010
Don't judge me
In case you were wondering what the hell I did this weekend, which I'm pretty sure you weren't, but I'm all for making everyone's day when I can, although, now that I think of it...it really isn't possible to make everyone's day all the time, and why the hell do I even try anymore???
Wait. That was an aside we don't want to get into.
Weekend update. Yes. Ahem.
-Fun Friday night with my lovely friend Kristy for her birthday. Awesome friend Zelvis came with (and he drove! Woooo!) and my brownie Biddy met us there. Mojitos, the temporary search for a sexy bodyguard (that so obviously doesn't exist-why do we even bother anymore???), staring at this beautiful woman in a yellow dress because we were sooooo wanting to have long gorgeous legs like hers, giving Zelvis a hard time, and then, OH THEN, we drove around for approximately 20 minutes, following Biddy and her not-so-trusty GPS just to get to f-ing Jack in the Box for their 2 tacos for 99 cents deal. Because Wendy's was not what we wanted. Even though we passed the same Wendy's approximately 4.5 times (don't ask). Even though I'm pretty sure we crossed over the same streets and all of the highways in the Irving/Las Colinas area. We went in a big, huge, Biddy/mojito-induced circle, but it ended in the deliciousness that is Jack in the Box tacos and 99 cent burgers. Yeeeeeee. Worth.every.second.
-Not worth every second? The thirst from hell that resulted the next day. What the hell is it about mojitos that makes me so damn desert-like? I actually got up out of bed THREE times to drink DIRECTLY OUT OF THE FAUCET. No, really. Don't judge me (Words made famous by Kristy's brother, who says them in this very defensive voice that makes me laugh every time).
-My girl attended a half-day cheer camp at the high school around the corner. My not-so-girly girl. And she was adorable. And so far, she is looking forward to performing these cute little cheers on the field at the game this Friday. I cannot even believe I'm finally taking her to a high school football game. That's another post all in of itself.
-The A/C broke in the house. Again. Luckily it wasn't 100+ outside, but omg, it was still miserable.
-My girl made a goal at her second soccer game. And enjoyed herself. And didn't cling to me like a leech, like she did the first quarter of last week's game.
-Saturday I made dinner plans, and then had to cancel them, with a sweet friend I used to work with at CPS. That was just the icing on the cake of a very uneventful day.
-I stayed up too late, watching stupid TV.
-I watched Killers with my mom, sis, and friend. I beat the shit out of the couch with a pillow because of this. Beating the couch? Oh, hee, now THAT is another post. Look for that one later this week. I just can't even begin to discuss the grrrrrrrrr I get.....
deep breaths.
-My girl had a fever all day Sunday. Coupled with the broken A/C, it made for a sweaty, clingy day, and not in a good way. We watched School of Rock and Nanny McPhee, did some napping, and then did some more napping.
-I had approximately 4078 mini-meltdowns (4075 of them inside my head) about being jobless and not receiving ONE MOTHERFUCKING SINGLE phone call thus far, in spite of applying for a ton of jobs.
-I found 3 pieces of bouncy ball in a certain someone's poo in the backyard. So gross. But glad he didn't get a blockage.
-I accidently touched Max's who-ha as he slept on the couch next to me. Then threatened him if he even thought about smiling about it. For those of you not familiar, Max is my DOG, people. I do tend to call him my boyfriend, but not because I touch his who-ha. Not that I touch his who-ha often. Or EVER. OMG, how do I back my ass out of THIS paperbag??
Ahem.
-I somehow flung a pair of cuticle scissor type things off of my lap as I was getting off the couch. Like, flung them into my face, barely missing my eyeball. What the hell?
Yes, YES, that's part of the excitement of my weekend.
Again, don't judge me.
-I delurked on Avitable's blog, to tell him his picture looked like it contained penises. WHAT? Go look and tell me the candles don't look like penises.
-I almost went to see Animal Kingdom, which I've really wanted to see for awhile, but the whole kiddo-had-a-fever thing, followed by the broken-A/C thing, followed by the kiddo-stayed-with-me-tonight thing, and well, I didn't see the fucking movie. Guess what I might go see by myself on Wednesday night?
-I didn't work, which I totally should have since I am BROKE BROKE BROKE, but I had requested off for my girl's soccer game and the dinner plans that I had to cancel, and omg....
Yeah, so....there.
Wait. That was an aside we don't want to get into.
Weekend update. Yes. Ahem.
-Fun Friday night with my lovely friend Kristy for her birthday. Awesome friend Zelvis came with (and he drove! Woooo!) and my brownie Biddy met us there. Mojitos, the temporary search for a sexy bodyguard (that so obviously doesn't exist-why do we even bother anymore???), staring at this beautiful woman in a yellow dress because we were sooooo wanting to have long gorgeous legs like hers, giving Zelvis a hard time, and then, OH THEN, we drove around for approximately 20 minutes, following Biddy and her not-so-trusty GPS just to get to f-ing Jack in the Box for their 2 tacos for 99 cents deal. Because Wendy's was not what we wanted. Even though we passed the same Wendy's approximately 4.5 times (don't ask). Even though I'm pretty sure we crossed over the same streets and all of the highways in the Irving/Las Colinas area. We went in a big, huge, Biddy/mojito-induced circle, but it ended in the deliciousness that is Jack in the Box tacos and 99 cent burgers. Yeeeeeee. Worth.every.second.
-Not worth every second? The thirst from hell that resulted the next day. What the hell is it about mojitos that makes me so damn desert-like? I actually got up out of bed THREE times to drink DIRECTLY OUT OF THE FAUCET. No, really. Don't judge me (Words made famous by Kristy's brother, who says them in this very defensive voice that makes me laugh every time).
-My girl attended a half-day cheer camp at the high school around the corner. My not-so-girly girl. And she was adorable. And so far, she is looking forward to performing these cute little cheers on the field at the game this Friday. I cannot even believe I'm finally taking her to a high school football game. That's another post all in of itself.
-The A/C broke in the house. Again. Luckily it wasn't 100+ outside, but omg, it was still miserable.
-My girl made a goal at her second soccer game. And enjoyed herself. And didn't cling to me like a leech, like she did the first quarter of last week's game.
-Saturday I made dinner plans, and then had to cancel them, with a sweet friend I used to work with at CPS. That was just the icing on the cake of a very uneventful day.
-I stayed up too late, watching stupid TV.
-I watched Killers with my mom, sis, and friend. I beat the shit out of the couch with a pillow because of this. Beating the couch? Oh, hee, now THAT is another post. Look for that one later this week. I just can't even begin to discuss the grrrrrrrrr I get.....
deep breaths.
-My girl had a fever all day Sunday. Coupled with the broken A/C, it made for a sweaty, clingy day, and not in a good way. We watched School of Rock and Nanny McPhee, did some napping, and then did some more napping.
-I had approximately 4078 mini-meltdowns (4075 of them inside my head) about being jobless and not receiving ONE MOTHERFUCKING SINGLE phone call thus far, in spite of applying for a ton of jobs.
-I found 3 pieces of bouncy ball in a certain someone's poo in the backyard. So gross. But glad he didn't get a blockage.
-I accidently touched Max's who-ha as he slept on the couch next to me. Then threatened him if he even thought about smiling about it. For those of you not familiar, Max is my DOG, people. I do tend to call him my boyfriend, but not because I touch his who-ha. Not that I touch his who-ha often. Or EVER. OMG, how do I back my ass out of THIS paperbag??
Ahem.
-I somehow flung a pair of cuticle scissor type things off of my lap as I was getting off the couch. Like, flung them into my face, barely missing my eyeball. What the hell?
Yes, YES, that's part of the excitement of my weekend.
Again, don't judge me.
-I delurked on Avitable's blog, to tell him his picture looked like it contained penises. WHAT? Go look and tell me the candles don't look like penises.
-I almost went to see Animal Kingdom, which I've really wanted to see for awhile, but the whole kiddo-had-a-fever thing, followed by the broken-A/C thing, followed by the kiddo-stayed-with-me-tonight thing, and well, I didn't see the fucking movie. Guess what I might go see by myself on Wednesday night?
-I didn't work, which I totally should have since I am BROKE BROKE BROKE, but I had requested off for my girl's soccer game and the dinner plans that I had to cancel, and omg....
Yeah, so....there.
9.15.2010
Things you can learn at my house in a very small amount of time
1. We need a bigger house. My mom, my sister, me, my girl, my brother, his girlfriend, and 3 dogs....all in the kitchen while cooking dinner. CLUSTER.FUCK.
2. My brother and I have passed down to my sister the awesome past-time of throwing bouncy balls in the kitchen, at approximately 45mph, at the same time as #1 above.
3. Contrary to popular belief, my brother does not like getting hit in the eye once (or TWICE, actually) by a bouncy ball travelling approximately 45mph.
4. My dogs like bouncy balls.
5. My boxer likes them so much that he ate one tonight.
6. Now I know why we were short a bouncy ball before #2 above, and also why he was trying to eat my fern yesterday.
7. You can indeed google "Can a dog poop a bouncy ball?".
8. You won't necessarily find the answers calming or helpful.
9. You can get 6 loud individuals to shut up if you feed them pasta, bread, and salad.
10. Except for the little one, who decided she wanted pb&j.
11. Paramour's lead Haley sounds like a pirate in the song Only Exception. ("You...AAARG!...the only exception")
12. You can't understand Taylor Swift's lyrics even if said people are stuffing their faces in silence.
13. There's a lot of gas in this house.
14. In fact, sometimes you have to sniff the abandoned shoes and socks by the couch to be sure it isn't stinky feet smell.
15. It's the dogs. I swear.
16. You can indeed drop a beta fish down the kitchen drain (by mistake) and save him.
17. You can do this without the 5 year old knowing.
18. He seems to be okay, although he's not swimming around much.
19. Cleaning his bowl is a bitch, apparently.
20. My brother's coveralls for work have the word WENIS on them.
21. This word makes us giggle like 12 year old boys.
22. My brother looks like an astonaut in his coveralls. And he's a greenhorn in the company, so he gets to wear a green hardhat and green gloves.
24. He doesn't have a good sense of humor at all times.
25. As a result, we learned that a kid's softball bat will indeed leave welts.
26. Certain unnamed individuals in this house leave gallon containers in the fridge when they have approximately 2.1 cm of liquid in them.
27. Other certain unnamed individuals THROW things into the pantry, so when other unnamed individuals (read: ME) open the door, shit falls out on my head and feet.
28. Other certain unnamed individuals leave glasses all over the house with approximately 2.1 cm of liquid in them.
29. 2.1 cm of liquid looks like a lot when a bouncy ball knocks over a glass going approximately 45mph.
30. A fiesty fly and a dumbass june bug (HELLO?! It is SEPTEMBER) can really keep dogs and people entertained (Video to follow)
So what can I learn at your house in a very small amount of time?
2. My brother and I have passed down to my sister the awesome past-time of throwing bouncy balls in the kitchen, at approximately 45mph, at the same time as #1 above.
3. Contrary to popular belief, my brother does not like getting hit in the eye once (or TWICE, actually) by a bouncy ball travelling approximately 45mph.
4. My dogs like bouncy balls.
5. My boxer likes them so much that he ate one tonight.
6. Now I know why we were short a bouncy ball before #2 above, and also why he was trying to eat my fern yesterday.
7. You can indeed google "Can a dog poop a bouncy ball?".
8. You won't necessarily find the answers calming or helpful.
9. You can get 6 loud individuals to shut up if you feed them pasta, bread, and salad.
10. Except for the little one, who decided she wanted pb&j.
11. Paramour's lead Haley sounds like a pirate in the song Only Exception. ("You...AAARG!...the only exception")
12. You can't understand Taylor Swift's lyrics even if said people are stuffing their faces in silence.
13. There's a lot of gas in this house.
14. In fact, sometimes you have to sniff the abandoned shoes and socks by the couch to be sure it isn't stinky feet smell.
15. It's the dogs. I swear.
16. You can indeed drop a beta fish down the kitchen drain (by mistake) and save him.
17. You can do this without the 5 year old knowing.
18. He seems to be okay, although he's not swimming around much.
19. Cleaning his bowl is a bitch, apparently.
20. My brother's coveralls for work have the word WENIS on them.
22. My brother looks like an astonaut in his coveralls. And he's a greenhorn in the company, so he gets to wear a green hardhat and green gloves.
23. It's a bad picture, but it makes us giggle anyway. 24. He doesn't have a good sense of humor at all times.
25. As a result, we learned that a kid's softball bat will indeed leave welts.
26. Certain unnamed individuals in this house leave gallon containers in the fridge when they have approximately 2.1 cm of liquid in them.
27. Other certain unnamed individuals THROW things into the pantry, so when other unnamed individuals (read: ME) open the door, shit falls out on my head and feet.
28. Other certain unnamed individuals leave glasses all over the house with approximately 2.1 cm of liquid in them.
29. 2.1 cm of liquid looks like a lot when a bouncy ball knocks over a glass going approximately 45mph.
30. A fiesty fly and a dumbass june bug (HELLO?! It is SEPTEMBER) can really keep dogs and people entertained (Video to follow)
So what can I learn at your house in a very small amount of time?
6.16.2010
Pictures (read: the lazy blogger's way of getting back in the game)(the blogging game, that is)
This girl makes my day: 
He is the reason mothers eat their young:
Finally meeting Alan was awesome!:
My sister and I at my graduation: 
The sky is amazing: 
I adore little kid feet in Converse:
We found bunnies under the slide!: 
I hate my expression, but omg, Melody's? Awesome.: 
I love my crabby brother: 
She is growing up far too fast for me: 
No words needed: 
Do you SEE what my sister's dog is doing to my old lady dog?? He is taking advantage of a disabled geriatric!!!: 
We are STRRRRRONG: 
Graduation: 
2.24.2010
Wordless Wednesday (shitty snapshot)
Yes, those are my knee highs. And yes, Max IS INDEED trying to pull them off of her legs.
2.03.2010
Bah (Or rather: MOO, if we are being politically correct)
My hubby bought me a gorgeous sweater/coat/jacket thingy from Anthropologie that I was drooling over. He bought it right when we moved into this house. It's made of wool.
Do you need an outline to see where this is going?
I wore the hell out of it over the holidays. I wore it last week to my internship, where I may or may not have spilled salad dressing on it during one of my intense hunger pangs, where I may or may not have been sneezed on by a resident, with gusto.
So.
Into the wash it went.
Except I didn't read the damn tag. COLD WATER. HAND WASH. *shakes fist at sky*
I washed it in warm water, and luckily I did the whole gentle cycle thing.
Except I fell asleep before the washing machine was done doing it's thing.
I woke up to a damn sweater/coat/jacket that would probably fit my 4 year old snuggly.
Of course, I panicked. And at 6:30 in the morning I was googling HOW TO STRETCH WOOL. And yes, like the 12 year old boy I am, I giggled at that. (Pull wool? Bwahahahaha! No? Okay, fine.) But still, panic.
So I did what the damn internet said to do. I soaked it in cool water with some hair conditioner. And then I soaked it some more. And then I began pulling wool (Bwahahaha. Oh. Sorry).
The motherfucker still looks snug. I don't have an ounce of bravery to sneak into my laundry room right now and see if it fits me.
Any suggestions? Will it start to stretch again as I wear it, like my stupid jeans? Please say yes. PLEASE.
And if that being tight isn't bad enough, I might as well talk about how tight my clothes are. Or rather, how they feel the same, despite working out 4 days a week for the last 3 weeks. Should I mention that I lost half a damn pound last week? Do you have any flippin' idea how damn hard it is to avoid sweets? Pastries? Chocolate cake? Yummy ice cream?? I avoid all.of.that. and all I lose is half a damn pound???? *shakes fist at sky*
And closely related, can I tell you that I made the best pork ribs in the slow cooker yesterday? Omg, I was drooling all day thinking about them, and then I walked in after class, and o.m.g. They smelled heavenly. And! Tasted just as good!
I was a good girl and ate a small portion, although what I really wanted to do was eat the entire amount of leftover heaven-sent ribs, and lick the inside of the slow cooker. I didn't; I swear.
However, back to the whole losing weight/getting in shape/eating healthy bullshit:
I am in a calorie deficit every damn day. I am eating about 1200 calories a day. And I am hungry. I wake up with my mouth watering and my stomach threatening to eat my liver. I go to bed hungry. It is a damn battle not to walk into my kitchen and stuff every sweet thing in my mouth right now. How the hell do I get past this? Why am I more hungry, even though I'm eating high-protein stuff that I like? Also? Could I miss pasta a little bit more?
And since I'm still on the subject of food, can I tell you how much I love my Biggest Loser & Hungry Girl cookbooks? I made a yummy enchilada soup from Hungry Girl earlier this week, (and I plan on making the wanton soup this weekend that she features at that same link), and I'm going to make orange chicken (healthy! I swear!) in the slow cooker too. But! I could always use some recommendations on yummy slow cooker meals. Anyone wanna share?
Now off to the kitchen to eat something halfway healthy.
(And before I forget! Thank you to all of you who sent me messages of support & utter kindness in reference to my Violence Unsilenced post. I appreciate it. As I said to several of you, it is so damn long ago that I don't even get angry about it anymore, other than to mourn the fact that I wasted about a year of my life. Also? Thank you for your support and encouragement in reference to my For the Taking series. I'm almost done with it. It's been hard, thinking about someone who is GONE, and realizing how quickly anyone's path can change, for better or worse. But it's been good to get it out, out of my head. Thanks everyone.)
Do you need an outline to see where this is going?
I wore the hell out of it over the holidays. I wore it last week to my internship, where I may or may not have spilled salad dressing on it during one of my intense hunger pangs, where I may or may not have been sneezed on by a resident, with gusto.
So.
Into the wash it went.
Except I didn't read the damn tag. COLD WATER. HAND WASH. *shakes fist at sky*
I washed it in warm water, and luckily I did the whole gentle cycle thing.
Except I fell asleep before the washing machine was done doing it's thing.
I woke up to a damn sweater/coat/jacket that would probably fit my 4 year old snuggly.
Of course, I panicked. And at 6:30 in the morning I was googling HOW TO STRETCH WOOL. And yes, like the 12 year old boy I am, I giggled at that. (Pull wool? Bwahahahaha! No? Okay, fine.) But still, panic.
So I did what the damn internet said to do. I soaked it in cool water with some hair conditioner. And then I soaked it some more. And then I began pulling wool (Bwahahaha. Oh. Sorry).
The motherfucker still looks snug. I don't have an ounce of bravery to sneak into my laundry room right now and see if it fits me.
Any suggestions? Will it start to stretch again as I wear it, like my stupid jeans? Please say yes. PLEASE.
And if that being tight isn't bad enough, I might as well talk about how tight my clothes are. Or rather, how they feel the same, despite working out 4 days a week for the last 3 weeks. Should I mention that I lost half a damn pound last week? Do you have any flippin' idea how damn hard it is to avoid sweets? Pastries? Chocolate cake? Yummy ice cream?? I avoid all.of.that. and all I lose is half a damn pound???? *shakes fist at sky*
And closely related, can I tell you that I made the best pork ribs in the slow cooker yesterday? Omg, I was drooling all day thinking about them, and then I walked in after class, and o.m.g. They smelled heavenly. And! Tasted just as good!
I was a good girl and ate a small portion, although what I really wanted to do was eat the entire amount of leftover heaven-sent ribs, and lick the inside of the slow cooker. I didn't; I swear.
However, back to the whole losing weight/getting in shape/eating healthy bullshit:
I am in a calorie deficit every damn day. I am eating about 1200 calories a day. And I am hungry. I wake up with my mouth watering and my stomach threatening to eat my liver. I go to bed hungry. It is a damn battle not to walk into my kitchen and stuff every sweet thing in my mouth right now. How the hell do I get past this? Why am I more hungry, even though I'm eating high-protein stuff that I like? Also? Could I miss pasta a little bit more?
And since I'm still on the subject of food, can I tell you how much I love my Biggest Loser & Hungry Girl cookbooks? I made a yummy enchilada soup from Hungry Girl earlier this week, (and I plan on making the wanton soup this weekend that she features at that same link), and I'm going to make orange chicken (healthy! I swear!) in the slow cooker too. But! I could always use some recommendations on yummy slow cooker meals. Anyone wanna share?
Now off to the kitchen to eat something halfway healthy.
(And before I forget! Thank you to all of you who sent me messages of support & utter kindness in reference to my Violence Unsilenced post. I appreciate it. As I said to several of you, it is so damn long ago that I don't even get angry about it anymore, other than to mourn the fact that I wasted about a year of my life. Also? Thank you for your support and encouragement in reference to my For the Taking series. I'm almost done with it. It's been hard, thinking about someone who is GONE, and realizing how quickly anyone's path can change, for better or worse. But it's been good to get it out, out of my head. Thanks everyone.)
1.13.2010
Newly found
So, while I've taken a long hiatus from my blog (Do you really want to know what I've been up to? Nothing supa-dupa exciting, but I could lay it all out for you if you want.), I have become a part of a couple of new websites, and have found a few others that intrigue me. I figured I would share, since sharing is caring, or some such shit, right? I'm sweet like that, remember?
1. The Book Lushes--Started by the lovely Jonna of Jonniker and Jennie of She Likes Purple , this is an online reading club. You read the book, and discuss amongst yourselves. This month's book is The Help by Kathryn Stockett. I ordered mine from Amazon, but I'm pretty sure you can get it anywhere (even Target!). Won't you join us?
2. Next up is {W}rite of Passage, started by the talented Mrs.Flinger. This is a brilliant idea, and I've tried hard to stay up to date on the challenges (yeah, failing miserably so far). Basically, she provides writing challenges, you post on your own blog, and if you want any feedback or critique, you link your post to the website and voila!-Sit back and enjoy new readers! (And comments) I love love LOVE this site, and the challenges really make you think.
3. Next: I am Second. Videos are posted of both famous and every-day people, talking about their struggles, and finding their purpose in life. It's actually pretty uplifting, and totally interesting. People included are Brian Welch (formerly of Korn), Jason Witten of the Dallas Cowboys, and Michelle Aguilar from The Biggest Loser.(I think I like hers the best).
Go. Listen. Find some hope. Strength. Motivation. Inspiration.
4. Next: Media that Matters. This is a wonderful website with short films that have a purpose. Some are about the environment. Some, like the one below, are directed towards social issues. Take a second to watch this one.
Knock Knock. Who's There? (Violence Against Women) from Breakthrough on Vimeo.
It moved me. What about you?
Any new websites you've been to lately? Ready to share?
1. The Book Lushes--Started by the lovely Jonna of Jonniker and Jennie of She Likes Purple , this is an online reading club. You read the book, and discuss amongst yourselves. This month's book is The Help by Kathryn Stockett. I ordered mine from Amazon, but I'm pretty sure you can get it anywhere (even Target!). Won't you join us?
3. Next: I am Second. Videos are posted of both famous and every-day people, talking about their struggles, and finding their purpose in life. It's actually pretty uplifting, and totally interesting. People included are Brian Welch (formerly of Korn), Jason Witten of the Dallas Cowboys, and Michelle Aguilar from The Biggest Loser.(I think I like hers the best).
Go. Listen. Find some hope. Strength. Motivation. Inspiration.
4. Next: Media that Matters. This is a wonderful website with short films that have a purpose. Some are about the environment. Some, like the one below, are directed towards social issues. Take a second to watch this one.
Knock Knock. Who's There? (Violence Against Women) from Breakthrough on Vimeo.
It moved me. What about you?
Any new websites you've been to lately? Ready to share?
1.10.2010
12.22.2009
Marshmallows & open doors
Before I get sidetracked by trays full of homemade peppermint bark or that half-eaten bag of marshmallows calling my name from the pantry, I wanted to let you know that my last post was not a true story. I'm pretty sure I forgot to mention that. I was taking the 2nd
{w}rite of passage challenge, where I create a story around someone I have seen. So, yeah. I will be sure to mention when I'm writing for {w}rite of passage, by prefacing my post title with {W}. Deal?
So, moving right along...
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We are pretty sure the house next door to us is haunted. Actually, funny story, but uh, the house is vacant and we put a bid on it when we first sold our house. And it was accepted. But we backed out because we were afraid that if my nomadic hubby wanted to move in 2 years (Is the f-ing sky blue? Do I like sweets?), we wouldn't be able to sell, as the houses on this street have been verrrryyyy slllllllllllowwwwwwww to sell. There are 8 houses on this block, and we have lived in two of them so far. If we were to buy the haunted house, that would make 3. So, anyway. (Bear with me here. I am stuffing marshmallows in my mouth, trying not to DIE from the stinkbombs this f-ing dog keeps throwing at me as he sleeps peacefully with his ass in my lap, and omg, did I mention I am in love with the show Californication??? I digress.....)
So, we are living in this house for now. It belongs to a good friend of hubby's. We would buy it if it wasn't so overpriced, I think? Hell, I don't know. Again, I digress. Back to the story, crazy marshmallow mouth lady.
The haunted house, AKA the giraffe house- since the stones all along the front give it a spotted-like-a-giraffe, is vacant because of an awful accident. Back in June 2008, the owner had his BFF over and they drank it up. And they played with guns (I have no idea). And he accidently shot & killed himself. Yeah.
So, when we lived in the 1st house on this block, back when our damn now-sold house flooded, I walked the doggies every night. And every night, Kooter would get all wonky and weird when we walked by the giraffe house: hair standing up along his spine, deep growling, and yanking on the leash to climb the steps. Daisy avoided the steps at all costs, even if that cost was wrapping her leash around the mailbox & ripping her owner's arms(read: MINE) out of their sockets. Just odd.
So we all joked that the house was haunted.
Then we walked the giraffe house and made an offer on it. It is big, beautiful, dark, and lonely. It needs children & laughs & open blinds & stinkbomb-throwing dogs & dog hair & a kitchen full of food. It is much bigger than I need. It doesn't creep me out to know that someone died in it. I didn't even know him, had never met him. I am actually a little surprised that the thought of living in that house doesn't bug me.
Well.
Then we moved into this house, right next door to the giraffe house. And odd little things started happening.
First, that house is always dark. The weekend we move in, the light in the bathroom is on, which happens to be right next to our bathroom & bedroom. Then, 3 days later, that light is out, and a light in the living room is one. And then a few days later, another light. Mind you, no one lives there, and mind you, I am fully aware that there are logical explanations, such as light timers. But I never claimed to be logical, now did I?
Second, things started happening in this house. We started to joke that our dead neighbor was coming by to visit, or that he was lost. We will be in the living room and the door going to the garage will open on it's own. We will be in the media room and the door alarm will beep-beep-beep like a door is opening (DUH), but there are no doors open in the house. We will be upstairs and the door leading to the side of the house and the driveway will open on it's own. I am not shitting you here. It's just...interesting.
I don't get any bad vibes from this house (or the giraffe house for that matter), so there's that.
Now, we have changed some plans about our next home. I don't think we are going to build just yet. Which is fine with me, because I hate to see my hubby's stress level go through the roof any more than it already does. So we are in the market for a house. And I think we are going to make an offer on the haunted giraffe house again. And if we get it, not only will I be living with a ghost, but it will be a wonderful investment/return on our investment when we sell. I'll just have to get used to knowing exactly what room the guy accidently killed himself in. If you plan on visiting me, I will spare you that little detail.
So, really, I don't know where I'm going with this. I think I'll have another fistful of marshmallows.
{w}rite of passage challenge, where I create a story around someone I have seen. So, yeah. I will be sure to mention when I'm writing for {w}rite of passage, by prefacing my post title with {W}. Deal?
So, moving right along...
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We are pretty sure the house next door to us is haunted. Actually, funny story, but uh, the house is vacant and we put a bid on it when we first sold our house. And it was accepted. But we backed out because we were afraid that if my nomadic hubby wanted to move in 2 years (Is the f-ing sky blue? Do I like sweets?), we wouldn't be able to sell, as the houses on this street have been verrrryyyy slllllllllllowwwwwwww to sell. There are 8 houses on this block, and we have lived in two of them so far. If we were to buy the haunted house, that would make 3. So, anyway. (Bear with me here. I am stuffing marshmallows in my mouth, trying not to DIE from the stinkbombs this f-ing dog keeps throwing at me as he sleeps peacefully with his ass in my lap, and omg, did I mention I am in love with the show Californication??? I digress.....)
So, we are living in this house for now. It belongs to a good friend of hubby's. We would buy it if it wasn't so overpriced, I think? Hell, I don't know. Again, I digress. Back to the story, crazy marshmallow mouth lady.
The haunted house, AKA the giraffe house- since the stones all along the front give it a spotted-like-a-giraffe, is vacant because of an awful accident. Back in June 2008, the owner had his BFF over and they drank it up. And they played with guns (I have no idea). And he accidently shot & killed himself. Yeah.
So, when we lived in the 1st house on this block, back when our damn now-sold house flooded, I walked the doggies every night. And every night, Kooter would get all wonky and weird when we walked by the giraffe house: hair standing up along his spine, deep growling, and yanking on the leash to climb the steps. Daisy avoided the steps at all costs, even if that cost was wrapping her leash around the mailbox & ripping her owner's arms(read: MINE) out of their sockets. Just odd.
So we all joked that the house was haunted.
Then we walked the giraffe house and made an offer on it. It is big, beautiful, dark, and lonely. It needs children & laughs & open blinds & stinkbomb-throwing dogs & dog hair & a kitchen full of food. It is much bigger than I need. It doesn't creep me out to know that someone died in it. I didn't even know him, had never met him. I am actually a little surprised that the thought of living in that house doesn't bug me.
Well.
Then we moved into this house, right next door to the giraffe house. And odd little things started happening.
First, that house is always dark. The weekend we move in, the light in the bathroom is on, which happens to be right next to our bathroom & bedroom. Then, 3 days later, that light is out, and a light in the living room is one. And then a few days later, another light. Mind you, no one lives there, and mind you, I am fully aware that there are logical explanations, such as light timers. But I never claimed to be logical, now did I?
Second, things started happening in this house. We started to joke that our dead neighbor was coming by to visit, or that he was lost. We will be in the living room and the door going to the garage will open on it's own. We will be in the media room and the door alarm will beep-beep-beep like a door is opening (DUH), but there are no doors open in the house. We will be upstairs and the door leading to the side of the house and the driveway will open on it's own. I am not shitting you here. It's just...interesting.
I don't get any bad vibes from this house (or the giraffe house for that matter), so there's that.
Now, we have changed some plans about our next home. I don't think we are going to build just yet. Which is fine with me, because I hate to see my hubby's stress level go through the roof any more than it already does. So we are in the market for a house. And I think we are going to make an offer on the haunted giraffe house again. And if we get it, not only will I be living with a ghost, but it will be a wonderful investment/return on our investment when we sell. I'll just have to get used to knowing exactly what room the guy accidently killed himself in. If you plan on visiting me, I will spare you that little detail.
So, really, I don't know where I'm going with this. I think I'll have another fistful of marshmallows.
10.26.2009
A teeny update & then we are back to "normal"
Oh hai! Have you missed me? Well, I sure have missed my little corner of the internet, even though it's messy & a bit of a dirty whore.
So, in the past week:
-My dog has been named Max, after lots of voting from everyone (including you, my dear readers)
-We got a contract on our house, and after the initial low-ball offer, they gave us an offer we could happily handle. We have to be out November 22nd. I will miss my house, but what can you do, right?
-We are renting a house until we find something we love at an awesome price. We didn't feel like we could do that in less than 30 days, and didn't want to rush. Now, where we are renting is the issue. My hubby changes his mind hourly, although I must admit all of his ideas are good ones.
-We are combining the office and the house, wherever we end up. It just makes sense to save $3K a month in rent on a pretty office building that only the 2 of us (and 7000 lbs of construction-related stuff) share.
-I was featured on Five Star Friday a couple of weeks ago. How cool is that? Thank you to whomever nominated me....I think I have an idea of who it was.
-I have so many post ideas, they are pouring out my ears, I swear it.
-My other site was shut down, so we moved. We had already been planning on moving, but seriously? Someasswipe douchebag fuckface schmuck concerned citizen reported us to Google. Seriously? That little red box up there in the upper righthand corner of your computer? The one with the little x? You can hit that mo-fo at any time to leave a website you aren't digging.
-I'm worried about my girl lately. She has become more argumentative in recent weeks, and listens less, if that's even possible. Is it the age? I mean, even knowing stuff about child development, I feel lost here.
-Did I mention that my hubby deleted everything off of the DVR again? Sigh.
So, in the past week:
-My dog has been named Max, after lots of voting from everyone (including you, my dear readers)
-We got a contract on our house, and after the initial low-ball offer, they gave us an offer we could happily handle. We have to be out November 22nd. I will miss my house, but what can you do, right?
-We are renting a house until we find something we love at an awesome price. We didn't feel like we could do that in less than 30 days, and didn't want to rush. Now, where we are renting is the issue. My hubby changes his mind hourly, although I must admit all of his ideas are good ones.
-We are combining the office and the house, wherever we end up. It just makes sense to save $3K a month in rent on a pretty office building that only the 2 of us (and 7000 lbs of construction-related stuff) share.
-I was featured on Five Star Friday a couple of weeks ago. How cool is that? Thank you to whomever nominated me....I think I have an idea of who it was.
-I have so many post ideas, they are pouring out my ears, I swear it.
-My other site was shut down, so we moved. We had already been planning on moving, but seriously? Some
-I'm worried about my girl lately. She has become more argumentative in recent weeks, and listens less, if that's even possible. Is it the age? I mean, even knowing stuff about child development, I feel lost here.
-Did I mention that my hubby deleted everything off of the DVR again? Sigh.
10.07.2009
So simple & profound
A couple of weeks ago I read this post by Aidan over at Ivy League Insecurities. I will wait while you click on over there and read her fabulous post. No, really. I'll go read a blog or listen to some kick-ass music while I wait.
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While the post struck me as sweet, Aidan speaking kindly of Nic over at My Bottle's Up, what really struck a chord was this:
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While the post struck me as sweet, Aidan speaking kindly of Nic over at My Bottle's Up, what really struck a chord was this:
"But something in me has an urge to reach out beyond the little snow globe that is my existence. And learn. About others. About different places – geographical and metaphysical. About different people. People with different pasts and different presents. With different experiences and emotions and struggles."
Aidan is much more poetic than I, when it comes to speaking of the WHY? of blogging. For me, I have always said it's for me, my journey, an outlet, a bouncing-off place, a path through my heart & mind that I want to share. It is all of these things, for me.
I have listened to others wax on about how we blog for others, for attention, for notoriety, for affirmation, for friendship. And all of these may well be true.
I have listened to others discuss the need to be honest on our blogs, share every teeny detail with those who are reading, leave no stone unturned, we owe it to our readers.
I have listened to others discuss the necessity in being anonymous, keeping safety at the forefront of the entire endeavor, separating the blog persona and the real person.
I struggle with all of this, because as is par for me, I agree with bits and pieces of all of it. I have never been black and white; I have always made my home in that lovely gray area that scares many, including my loved ones.
I blog for me.
I blog to get it out, to see it in print, to prove to myself that my feelings are accurate, real, and justified.
I blog for support, for a shared sense of SHARING, for new friendships.
I blog to organize my thoughts, my dreams, my emotions, my past, and get a grasp on my future.
While I give you tattered threads of my heart, share dreams that haunt me, I also keep my distance. I am not completely honest with my readers about all of me, all the time. Not that I lie, but I withhold things, things that I'm not quite ready to admit to myself, and certainly not to my readers.
And each time I let fear rule my hands as I type up another post, I think "Maybe I should take a break. Maybe I shouldn't share all of this. Maybe no one gives a shit about it. Maybe I shouldn't give a shit about any of it."
But I hit publish anyway, shaking, fearful that I will disappoint someone, shame someone, throw someone for a loop, push someone away. I am such a people-pleaser, even those people that I have never laid eyes on, even those lurkers, even those who don't deserve the pleasure of my pleasing.
And then I read a post like Aidan's, so simple and profound. And I think "Yes, YES, I have got it right. See it's right there-she thinks like I do. This must be right." And I feel a sense of freedom, of companionship, of pride. I feel as though I have a true friend in Aidan, although we have never gone shopping together, nor have we gone out drinking and dancing until 2am. Nor have we even emailed back and forth. But I read her post, and I realize that we are all doing this shit for the same reasons, and they are all true and just and beautiful.
9.22.2009
The Blathering
If you look to your right, and down a little, there's a button for The Blathering. I was originally going there, to Sacramento, to get tipsy & do (sing?) bad karaoke w/ Princess Nebraska, She Likes Purple, Not that you Asked, Momma K, Inside Dog.....and lots of other new friends. But...
Then being an adult got in the way, and it really sucks.
So yeah. No Blathering for me. No pedicure, no sleeping in a tent in Princess Nebraska's backyard, no begging her to let me paint a wall in her house, no drunk stumbling into her garden, no wine sponsor (how cool is that??), and no karaoke.
But what bothers me the most, really, is the new friendships. Missing out on the new friendships is hard for me. I've read both Princess Nebraska and Not that you Asked for awhile (but not always commented), and was really looking forward tostalking meeting them. Also? I really need a break. A break from school, stress, being a mom, stress, cleaning my house, stress, trying to adopt a dog, stress....did I mention stress?
Ah well, I'll be an adult this weekend, and stay home with my girl, while my hubby goes hunting (a trip paid for last year, so, really, he's not being un-adult-like). Maybe I'll do my own karaoke? Drink mimosas by myself? Or sleep. How about sleep?
Then being an adult got in the way, and it really sucks.
So yeah. No Blathering for me. No pedicure, no sleeping in a tent in Princess Nebraska's backyard, no begging her to let me paint a wall in her house, no drunk stumbling into her garden, no wine sponsor (how cool is that??), and no karaoke.
But what bothers me the most, really, is the new friendships. Missing out on the new friendships is hard for me. I've read both Princess Nebraska and Not that you Asked for awhile (but not always commented), and was really looking forward to
Ah well, I'll be an adult this weekend, and stay home with my girl, while my hubby goes hunting (a trip paid for last year, so, really, he's not being un-adult-like). Maybe I'll do my own karaoke? Drink mimosas by myself? Or sleep. How about sleep?
9.16.2009
Squirrel in my pants
I just had to post this. I adore this show, and the songs crack me up. And I dedicate this song to my lovely friend at Tied Up with a Black Velvet Band. xoxo
9.15.2009
At least my vaccuum doesn't break shit
Awhile back I lamented about my hubby's desire to get a housekeeper. Yes, yes, go ahead and throw tomatoes & incredulous looks my way; I get that a lot. But I did give in and say FINE, get a damn housekeeper. And you know what? It was pretty awesome.
For awhile.
But then things started to change.
My girl's favorite little nightlight disappeared. When I asked Lila*, she had no idea what I was talking about.
Then a crack showed up in one of our bathroom floor tiles. Again, Lila didn't have a clue.
Sigh.
Then there were gouges in the wood of one window seat, gouges in the wood of the bar, and a broken glass.
Then a glass candleholder wound up broken in my laundry room, where I had left it soaking in the sink.
Then random black smudges showed up on our bathroom countertops. Can't get them off.
Then my hubby's wedding ring disappeared. It's still gone. And we didn't discover this one until after we had let her go.
So we have been without a housekeeper for a couple of months. And honestly, it's not that bad. I just added more tasks in my multi-tasking schedule, and it's fine. No, it's not as clean and dust-free as it was, but it works.
Then last night, while in my daughter's room, I noticed that a collector's plate on her wall looked odd. I took it off the wall to find that it had been broken, in several pieces, and then glued back together. Whomever glued it did a shitty-ass job. How did I not notice this before?
The really shitty part is that this plate was given to me by my grandmother (who is no longer alive) when I was a little girl. So, it's sentimental. And it's f-ing broken.
For awhile.
But then things started to change.
My girl's favorite little nightlight disappeared. When I asked Lila*, she had no idea what I was talking about.
Then a crack showed up in one of our bathroom floor tiles. Again, Lila didn't have a clue.
Sigh.
Then there were gouges in the wood of one window seat, gouges in the wood of the bar, and a broken glass.
Then a glass candleholder wound up broken in my laundry room, where I had left it soaking in the sink.
Then random black smudges showed up on our bathroom countertops. Can't get them off.
Then my hubby's wedding ring disappeared. It's still gone. And we didn't discover this one until after we had let her go.
So we have been without a housekeeper for a couple of months. And honestly, it's not that bad. I just added more tasks in my multi-tasking schedule, and it's fine. No, it's not as clean and dust-free as it was, but it works.
Then last night, while in my daughter's room, I noticed that a collector's plate on her wall looked odd. I took it off the wall to find that it had been broken, in several pieces, and then glued back together. Whomever glued it did a shitty-ass job. How did I not notice this before?
The really shitty part is that this plate was given to me by my grandmother (who is no longer alive) when I was a little girl. So, it's sentimental. And it's f-ing broken.
There's really nothing I can do about it at this point, besides be bummed.
But then I thought, Maybe I can replace it? And sure enough, I found several on e-Bay. So, it's not the exact one given to me by my grandmother, but it is still the same plate. I think I want to replace it. What do you think?
*Lila is not her real name*
9.09.2009
Just in case you were wondering...
I am taking a break from blogging today. Well, and yesterday. And Monday, but it was a holiday, so there.
I just have a lot going on, and too little time, and too little decent sleep. I'll be back to post by Friday, I swear to ya.
In the meantime, help me out w/ a few things, will ya?:
1. I need some good workout music. I know I asked a few weeks ago on Twitter, & I got some good suggestions, but I want more! Please?
2. I lost my blog roll over there ------>, & tried to re-create it at 12:30 last night. Take a look, and tell me if I missed you (I'm pretty sure I missed some peeps, and please don't take it personal-I am sleep-deprived and was side-tracked by Top Chef).
That is all.
I just have a lot going on, and too little time, and too little decent sleep. I'll be back to post by Friday, I swear to ya.
In the meantime, help me out w/ a few things, will ya?:
1. I need some good workout music. I know I asked a few weeks ago on Twitter, & I got some good suggestions, but I want more! Please?
2. I lost my blog roll over there ------>, & tried to re-create it at 12:30 last night. Take a look, and tell me if I missed you (I'm pretty sure I missed some peeps, and please don't take it personal-I am sleep-deprived and was side-tracked by Top Chef).
That is all.
9.03.2009
Girl Talk Thursday: Your Five & a Thank You!
Not the top five books on your shelf or the top five places you’ve done it. These are the five individuals you’re totally allowed to boink outside of wedlock or any sort of committed relationship. ]
Let me just tell you that this *may* have been one of the most difficult tasks EVER for me. I mean, seriously?? Just FIVE??? Le Sigh. Okay, okay, I'll follow the damn rules:
1. Josh Hamilton RAWR.
2. Brittany Murphy
3. LL Cool J Dude, he's over 40, but I DO.NOT.CARE. Look the lips, the abs, the jawline, the arms, omg.
4. Jenny McCarthy Smart, funny, sexy.....
5. Taylor Kitsch I was pretty concerned about my obsession with Riggins (his character on Friday Night Lights), since he plays a teen. I felt sorta like a perv. Until I found out he is sooooo not a teen. *Whew* Re-commence the drool.
I'm insanely worn out after this post. I mean, FIVE???? Seriously?!?
(By the way, here and here are my previous posts on my obsessions, for further eye candy).
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To all of you who participated in Session 1 of The "When Pills Aren't Enough" Sessions, thank you! Also, thanks to all the commentors as well! Session 2 will be soooooon. You can still click on the badge above and check out all of the posts.
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