Two posts! One Day! I’m making up for the two days I went without posting due to CRAZINESS. Also, ignoring homework and trying not to distract Hubs.
I have this other blog that I’m going to get rid of because it is purely home improvement/beautification stuff. I’ll slowly move the posts over here because this blog [...]
Archive for March, 2008
Guest Bathroom of Dooooom (also, beauty)
Posted in House, Lots of Pictures, Project on March 31, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Um… Crying, Snowing, Internetting, Working, and Screwing! It’s AAAaaall here for you.
Posted in Advice Wanted, Emotional, Hubs, Pissy, Weather, Weekend, Work on March 31, 2008 | 1 Comment »
“No one makes you feel anything. You choose your reactions and emotions.”
I had a really hard time with that phrase when I was a young insolent teenager. But now, I try to remember it and live it, and it really is true. I don’t like when Hubs asks “did I make you mad?” or “did [...]
The magic of makeup
Posted in Makeup, Meme on March 27, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Blacksheeped did this and it looked fun. What you do is take a picture of yourself in the morning pre-makeup/shower/toothpaste, and then a picture after you done yourself up.
So, Morning (actually even pre-coffee)
And Made-up (taken in Work’s bathroom, where there is the best lighting, but still uncomfortable look and bags under eyes, [...]
Special Moments
Posted in Cats, Hubs, Oh Yum!, School on March 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am taking a break from studying because mylanta the eyes can’t take all of the reading and videos and self-propelled learning of an online university. Also, I need to tell some things
1) Hubs is obsessed with cat nipples. After spotting one of Cody’s the other day, he has been on a hunt for [...]
Workout Day, the Mutant, and the TABLE
Posted in Maladies, Story Time, Working Out on March 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Yesterday was Work Out Day (Tues, Thurs, and Sat, also trying to just move from the couch slightly on Sunday in an optional fashion), and DAMNIT was it hard to work out. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the three seconds since our new fitness/diet/being more healthy small thing it’s that my body hates [...]
Blood, Dreams, Emails
Posted in Daddy Issues, Dreams, Maladies on March 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Last night I got a sudden and violent nosebleed, to the point where it was dripping down my face and onto my shirt before I could walk 5 feet to the tissue box. It was pretty intense. I had to sit there with tissue after tissue on my nose, leaning forward because if I leaned [...]
Easter blistering
Posted in Daddy Issues, Good Times, Hubs, Weekend on March 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
So about an hour after I posted my Daddy Issues post, I got a call from Stepmom2. I let it go to voicemail because it was threatening to ruin the good feelings I was having while drowsy and laying in bed.. (suggestive wink). I listened to the voicemail:
“Hi (former middle name that I don’t [...]
Trifecta? Is that how you spell it?
Posted in Daddy Issues, Fat on March 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Let’s just go ahead and move to another cliche power blog topic Cats! Body hatred! called Daddy Issues.
About three or four weeks ago my sister (who is the only other sibling that lives in this state) asked me if I was going to Dad’s for Easter. Hmm, not invited yet. No matter, I was sure [...]
The post in which I become very vulnerable.
Posted in Fat, The Utter Dumbass Years on March 23, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The first time I ever went to the coot doc for my introduction into the world of spikey-foot-long-q-tip land, they did a weigh in. Backstory: I was a fat kid, missed out on good roles in plays in high school because I was a fat teenager, and here I was, 18 or so, a fat [...]
Buddah joins the cat talk
Posted in Cats, Cheesy, Jackson, Silly Songs on March 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Because everyone is interested in what the other cat loves as much as Cody loves Reesie, here it is.
Strings + Jackson = Love
Jackson is younger than Cody by about a year, and still loves “baby” things. He’s the sort to play with actual cat toys, which makes him a hell of a lot easier to [...]
