Good-Bye 2011.
Good-bye to a job I was tired of, but comfortable in.
Good-Bye to my best friend LC.
Our relationship didn't last cos you went back to an abusive relationship. Or that I stopped trying to protect you, caring for you, or even just tried to keep the remainder in tact. There just simply was no point holding on anymore after you let go and stopped caring yourself. The good time will be remembered, nothing else. You're on your own now. God Speed for your safety.
Good-Bye to shitty friends who only call when they need something.
Good-Bye to old romances. Not all were bad, but nothing more to build on or have fully run their course.
Good-Bye to old acquaintances who inquired about specific details of my life. Then stirred pot for fun etc. Surprise! Bet you weren't aware how much I actually knew, how much we all knew. Fed you a bunch of bullshit just to watch you spread the love. Thanks... friend.
Good-Bye to people who all are all excuses and no action.
Good-Bye to those whose actions continuously tell their true feelings over their words.
Good-Bye to going out of my way and making people always feel welcome, wanted and never left out, when it's never once been returned. Still haven't decided which is harder; spending major family oriented holidays alone, or ones revolving around friends? Don't worry about me, but gawd forbid if you ever have to spend it alone. I won't be the one making sure you're included this time.
Good-Bye to one way street relationships. If I've always had to call you first, for anything, and it's never been you calling first, you're history to me now.
Good-Bye cheating men of 2011. I believe you'll be harder to rid of, cos you're all so damn fucking sneaky about it until I've already started liking you.
Good-Bye 2011. You'll be remembered. Not missed.
I've finally had my full blown inconsolable stress cry. Now I can get my shit together. Deleted many people from my phone and facebook. Not even going to concern myself if you'll call me. You're dead to me now.
2012 is still 30 minutes away and it's already started on a positive note. I've enrolled in two classes. Jan - April. Then maybe 1-2 more. I won't take classes in the fall/winter. Only in Winter/spring/summer programs. I've been looking at schooling the wrong way all.these.years. Instead of looking at it as a headache, I've started looking at it as I'm investing in myself. Ya ya I know, it took a friggin long time to come to that conclusion.
There are a few positive things I'll take from 2011.
A few new people in my life. You you who you are. Thank you.
Good-bye to being loyal longer than necessary, always thinking of others first, being fair, kind, and quiet. 2012, you're in for a rude awakening.
Bring it on 2012. I'm ready. I'm for new beginnings. :)
Saturday, 31 December 2011
I have lost ALL faith in men....
You know how facebook's sidebar will occasionally show you "who you might know"?...... Ok.
I can't sleep. It's 01:30am. I'm playing on facebook and who do I see, but a guy I met on that plenty of fucking liars place dot com. A man I nicknamed "The slowly processing twit". Arbolog, you'll probably remember this one....That was being kind, and yes that is what I named him. He was good on paper. He liked me. I liked him, but not enough to move forward. It just didn't click.
I clicked on his profile and whola, his profile is public. Let the creeping begin. click, boring pictures, click, more pictures of his cat, click......stop. stares. WTF!?
He got married a month after our last date! W.T.F?!!!
So was meeting women openly on that plenty of fucking liars place dot com a last ditch to get your feet wet before walking down the isle? We had 4 dates in total. Two of me going to Parksville, two of him coming here. Okay, I'm not upset we didn't click, I'm pissed that his intentions were never real and he wasted my time, time that I could have been wasting with someone who actually gave a fuck.
Someone please, for the love of Gawd, please, please, explain to me why men do shit like this?
We stayed in touch on/off for a couple years after that. He had said he got serious with someone while finishing up his masters in business, but that was it. I didn't ask more, he didn't offer. A tad serious more I'd say, YOU'RE MARRIED!
Geez, and men wonder why women are jilted, jaded, and non-trusting. No shit Sherlock. FML.
Moving forward, you can refer to me as Good Luck Chuck.
Make that count 16 now. In the last 6 years, anytime I've been single for even the briefest of moments, the men I've dated have either married the girl after me, or have gone back to the girl before me. If they didn't marry, they attempted at becoming 100% committed.
I think this is my roll in the world of dating. To be that person that makes that particular man see what he's missing and run back to his ex or marry the next one.
F.M.L.
I can't sleep. It's 01:30am. I'm playing on facebook and who do I see, but a guy I met on that plenty of fucking liars place dot com. A man I nicknamed "The slowly processing twit". Arbolog, you'll probably remember this one....That was being kind, and yes that is what I named him. He was good on paper. He liked me. I liked him, but not enough to move forward. It just didn't click.
I clicked on his profile and whola, his profile is public. Let the creeping begin. click, boring pictures, click, more pictures of his cat, click......stop. stares. WTF!?
He got married a month after our last date! W.T.F?!!!
So was meeting women openly on that plenty of fucking liars place dot com a last ditch to get your feet wet before walking down the isle? We had 4 dates in total. Two of me going to Parksville, two of him coming here. Okay, I'm not upset we didn't click, I'm pissed that his intentions were never real and he wasted my time, time that I could have been wasting with someone who actually gave a fuck.
Someone please, for the love of Gawd, please, please, explain to me why men do shit like this?
We stayed in touch on/off for a couple years after that. He had said he got serious with someone while finishing up his masters in business, but that was it. I didn't ask more, he didn't offer. A tad serious more I'd say, YOU'RE MARRIED!
Geez, and men wonder why women are jilted, jaded, and non-trusting. No shit Sherlock. FML.
Moving forward, you can refer to me as Good Luck Chuck.
Make that count 16 now. In the last 6 years, anytime I've been single for even the briefest of moments, the men I've dated have either married the girl after me, or have gone back to the girl before me. If they didn't marry, they attempted at becoming 100% committed.
I think this is my roll in the world of dating. To be that person that makes that particular man see what he's missing and run back to his ex or marry the next one.
F.M.L.
Friday, 30 December 2011
Handy Woman.
Victoria over at Advice From a Single Girl wrote this post about being self efficient when it came to fixing the shower head in her recently reno'd apt. Well done lady!!
It gave me a story to post. Although not nearly as exciting as her story, but when you're strapped for writing a novel about your holidays (see still wrapping head around the events) this will have to do.
This past summer, I was painting and one thing led to another, I ended up pulling out all my tools laid out in a closet, realizing, I actually needed a tool box. Shopped around at a few places over the week about the size I liked. I went across the street to a smaller store of a giant company and was greeted by a friendly gentleman. Upon asking about the prices and comparisons to a similar one, he asked who the tool box was for....
[The toolbox I picked out for myself was a 24 in long box with a second pull out tray inside and a few compartments for nails,screws, and misc bits etc. Something I can grow into, or at least hold the tools I have.]
.....Upon learning the box was for myself, he shook his head 'no', and lead me over to the much smaller toolbox buckets. Advising me that I would not need anything bigger than that. Looking at him dumbfounded, I simply smiled, walked back over to the boxes (not buckets), while I explained I could overspill that bucket right now, and that this is what I'm interested in.
Annoyed with me now, shaking his head asking what I could possible need a box that big for? I said thank you, walked up to customer service and asked to speak to someone else. I ended up with the manager who was more than happy to stick to business and just tell me what I wanted to know. Along comes the now grumpy old man, interrupting the manager that he's already helped me, explaining what he said,and I wouldn't listen to him!! lol
As nicely as I could, I snarked at him asking who he was to decide how many tools I have. Shit I have my own friggin power tools! (RAWR). The manager apologized to me trying not to laugh himself. As it turns out his wife is the handyman around the house and completely understood where I was coming from.
Long story short, I didn't buy my box from them, the price difference for the same box was almost a $20 different from a big boxmart store. And.... there is a little room left over to grow into.
I love how there are people out there who just assume women are inferior or incapable. Any woman who's lived alone or had brothers or a Dad growing up probably knows how to change her own oil, a tire, tinker with her own engine, can fix some plumbing around her home, and drill, plaster and even know some electrical. (not me that shit scares me). However if you're my friend Elizabeth Singleton, she has mega power tools as she reno's homes. RAWR!!!
It gave me a story to post. Although not nearly as exciting as her story, but when you're strapped for writing a novel about your holidays (see still wrapping head around the events) this will have to do.
This past summer, I was painting and one thing led to another, I ended up pulling out all my tools laid out in a closet, realizing, I actually needed a tool box. Shopped around at a few places over the week about the size I liked. I went across the street to a smaller store of a giant company and was greeted by a friendly gentleman. Upon asking about the prices and comparisons to a similar one, he asked who the tool box was for....
[The toolbox I picked out for myself was a 24 in long box with a second pull out tray inside and a few compartments for nails,screws, and misc bits etc. Something I can grow into, or at least hold the tools I have.]
.....Upon learning the box was for myself, he shook his head 'no', and lead me over to the much smaller toolbox buckets. Advising me that I would not need anything bigger than that. Looking at him dumbfounded, I simply smiled, walked back over to the boxes (not buckets), while I explained I could overspill that bucket right now, and that this is what I'm interested in.
Annoyed with me now, shaking his head asking what I could possible need a box that big for? I said thank you, walked up to customer service and asked to speak to someone else. I ended up with the manager who was more than happy to stick to business and just tell me what I wanted to know. Along comes the now grumpy old man, interrupting the manager that he's already helped me, explaining what he said,and I wouldn't listen to him!! lol
As nicely as I could, I snarked at him asking who he was to decide how many tools I have. Shit I have my own friggin power tools! (RAWR). The manager apologized to me trying not to laugh himself. As it turns out his wife is the handyman around the house and completely understood where I was coming from.
Long story short, I didn't buy my box from them, the price difference for the same box was almost a $20 different from a big boxmart store. And.... there is a little room left over to grow into.
I love how there are people out there who just assume women are inferior or incapable. Any woman who's lived alone or had brothers or a Dad growing up probably knows how to change her own oil, a tire, tinker with her own engine, can fix some plumbing around her home, and drill, plaster and even know some electrical. (not me that shit scares me). However if you're my friend Elizabeth Singleton, she has mega power tools as she reno's homes. RAWR!!!
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Updates to Come
Hope all of you had a great Christmas and are gearing up for a brand New Year.
I have a few posts brewing, but you'll have to wait until I've wrapped my head around all the information I've absorbed, along with the exhaustion that is my life at the moment of looking for a new job. Even with the assistance of a few generous, talented and very well connected people... I'm freaking out a little.
Christmas with part of my family was a success! I stayed sober the majority of the time. Just wasn't in the mood. My family is still loud, know it all, and one uppers on you. It was a good time. Next year, I might, might host a small Christmas at my house. It's a nice thought, but my place is smaller than my sisters, (not by much) and yet it would be total chaos. Total. As I'm writing this, I'm rethinking it all together. Maybe just a random dinner would do. :)
More updates later.
Happy New Years!
I have a few posts brewing, but you'll have to wait until I've wrapped my head around all the information I've absorbed, along with the exhaustion that is my life at the moment of looking for a new job. Even with the assistance of a few generous, talented and very well connected people... I'm freaking out a little.
Christmas with part of my family was a success! I stayed sober the majority of the time. Just wasn't in the mood. My family is still loud, know it all, and one uppers on you. It was a good time. Next year, I might, might host a small Christmas at my house. It's a nice thought, but my place is smaller than my sisters, (not by much) and yet it would be total chaos. Total. As I'm writing this, I'm rethinking it all together. Maybe just a random dinner would do. :)
More updates later.
Happy New Years!
Friday, 23 December 2011
My Husband
I met my husband last night.
I know his name, what he looks like, right down to what he sounds and smells like. He has dark hair, light eyes, proportionate body, 6'2", 30 something.
He's military, is stationed on the same ship as my friend Leyley. Wants all the same things I do, and more importantly, never wants to live outside of BC, Canada.
There are only two issues:
He's engaged to someone else.
I met him in my dream.
Yup. In my dream. Though I can see what he is wearing, all our surroundings (a familiar place, though one I haven't been to yet... Leyley's cabin in Cowinchan). I can smell & hear him. I know his voice. Should I ever hear it, I'll know it at that moment. Sort of how a parent who gives a child up for adoption can recognize them or their voice 20 years later. I'll know him the second I see or hear him.
It was an instant mutual attraction, it works out, but unsure of all the in between stuff after meeting and before we marry.
There is love at first sight, which I've had the blessing of experiencing twice and then there is love before you've even met the person, where you've dream them into life.
Call me crazy or the ultimate hopeless romantic.
I know this man. I already love him.
Friday, 16 December 2011
Last Day @ Work.
Today is my last day. :-) I'll continue to get paid til the end of the year then my severance and buyout will take effect.
As I laid in bed this morning hitting the snooze button. I realized that my alarms that are scheduled for a M-F ring, can be turned off. It was at that moment that the realization of my situation became a reality. I'm on holidays, then unemployed. Bittersweet.
I'm going to miss the building itself, the free yoga, the ridiculously awesome picnic table P made,(seriously seats 12-14 ppl and weight about a 1000lbs) the designers and design tech depts for the sweet things they'd say about my curves and being a plus size gal working in a fashion house. Many many people will be missed. Many have made the mundane day to day routine comical.
It's been a good 5 years. Thanks for the fun times Bargle Company. Stay classy.
xo
As I laid in bed this morning hitting the snooze button. I realized that my alarms that are scheduled for a M-F ring, can be turned off. It was at that moment that the realization of my situation became a reality. I'm on holidays, then unemployed. Bittersweet.
I'm going to miss the building itself, the free yoga, the ridiculously awesome picnic table P made,(seriously seats 12-14 ppl and weight about a 1000lbs) the designers and design tech depts for the sweet things they'd say about my curves and being a plus size gal working in a fashion house. Many many people will be missed. Many have made the mundane day to day routine comical.
It's been a good 5 years. Thanks for the fun times Bargle Company. Stay classy.
xo
Tuesday, 13 December 2011
Lost That Loving Feeling
It's that time of year at work things slow down to a skeleton crew. Now with the office closing and everyone having to use up any holidays before the end of the year, that slowness is starting sooner than latter.
We're almost at the 1/2 way mark and I'm about to pull out the magazines and just openly read them. The phone rings maybe 3 times a day. Work load is pretty non existent at this point. I did however ask for an early release from work effective the 16th. I'll be following up on that today. As the work wife says, she doesn't believe I'll get it. I hate to agree that she's right, but it's painful to be here. To be one of only a small handful of people left in the building that did not get an offer, and to watch new cliche's being formed, and being left out in general that much more. Not fun.
I just want to be at home, relaxing a bit before I have to really stress about work. You know that saying, "stress can kill you", well it definitely screws with your body. I have a cold sore, the crohns episodes are on Day 5 with no relief in sight, blah blah blah, a few more things, but in short, my body is breaking down under the stress. I have 35 days left on the Accutane and I'm having a break out. All that for what? To be back at square one? Ya ya this is all woes is me.
People can say, don't stress, everything will be fine. It might as well be, but if I were to be all nonchalant about it, wouldn't I be tempting faith to backfire?
Okay onto a lighter note.
Friday, I hung out with Single & Picky. I had convinced her to come over and decorate my tree for me. What a trooper. She did, as I stood there not supervising, drinking wine, spazzing out over the what if's and trying not to cry. It was a welcome relieve to chat with someone about the whole work/love life stuff that isn't directly involved in it.
We caught up on our lives in more depth on things we don't talk about here in blog world. I got to see what Directory Boy looks like. Hubba hubba. :-) I love how when we get together, we jump onto so many topics, (mostly my fault and alittle A.D.H.A) but I'd say, there probably isn't a topic left untouched when we get together. Overall, always a great visit. Thanks again doll for doing my tree. It's pretty. :-)
Edit Update:
My last day is the 16th. :-)
I'll get the much needed rest to gather my thoughts and chill the fukc out.
We're almost at the 1/2 way mark and I'm about to pull out the magazines and just openly read them. The phone rings maybe 3 times a day. Work load is pretty non existent at this point. I did however ask for an early release from work effective the 16th. I'll be following up on that today. As the work wife says, she doesn't believe I'll get it. I hate to agree that she's right, but it's painful to be here. To be one of only a small handful of people left in the building that did not get an offer, and to watch new cliche's being formed, and being left out in general that much more. Not fun.
I just want to be at home, relaxing a bit before I have to really stress about work. You know that saying, "stress can kill you", well it definitely screws with your body. I have a cold sore, the crohns episodes are on Day 5 with no relief in sight, blah blah blah, a few more things, but in short, my body is breaking down under the stress. I have 35 days left on the Accutane and I'm having a break out. All that for what? To be back at square one? Ya ya this is all woes is me.
People can say, don't stress, everything will be fine. It might as well be, but if I were to be all nonchalant about it, wouldn't I be tempting faith to backfire?
Okay onto a lighter note.
Friday, I hung out with Single & Picky. I had convinced her to come over and decorate my tree for me. What a trooper. She did, as I stood there not supervising, drinking wine, spazzing out over the what if's and trying not to cry. It was a welcome relieve to chat with someone about the whole work/love life stuff that isn't directly involved in it.
We caught up on our lives in more depth on things we don't talk about here in blog world. I got to see what Directory Boy looks like. Hubba hubba. :-) I love how when we get together, we jump onto so many topics, (mostly my fault and alittle A.D.H.A) but I'd say, there probably isn't a topic left untouched when we get together. Overall, always a great visit. Thanks again doll for doing my tree. It's pretty. :-)
Edit Update:
My last day is the 16th. :-)
I'll get the much needed rest to gather my thoughts and chill the fukc out.
Monday, 12 December 2011
Not Dating. Shagging.
Oh ya, I forgot to mention. I'm no longer dating the guy who lives in town but is away most of the month. Instead, we're just going to shag.
We've had the heart to heart about the dating long distance, even though he lives locally etc. We don't want to stop, but it's not working out. So I suggested we shag. He agreed, and I now have a shagging buddy. Now,we still get too enjoy each other without the stress of being in a relationship and the demands that come with it etc.
Who knows how long this arrangement will work for, but we have rules to it etc that will keep it healthy. We're both relieved and relaxed now.
That is all.
We've had the heart to heart about the dating long distance, even though he lives locally etc. We don't want to stop, but it's not working out. So I suggested we shag. He agreed, and I now have a shagging buddy. Now,we still get too enjoy each other without the stress of being in a relationship and the demands that come with it etc.
Who knows how long this arrangement will work for, but we have rules to it etc that will keep it healthy. We're both relieved and relaxed now.
That is all.
Married Men - You Took Vows. They're not just words, ya know.
Le Sigh. Men suck.
You'll be proud to know I did not humour this invitation. Not even for a second. And made it extremely clear that I wasn't interested and that he should take his vows to his wife a whole lot serious.
An old b/f and I have always been good with boundaries etc. As soon as he got married we did not dabble in the flirting and/or hookups that we use too. I might have had my own issues with men cheating on their g/f's, and doing nothing about it, but married men. I draw a solid line there.
He's recently been in town a few days a week to finish setting up his new company etc. Having been friends for 25 years, we made plans to go for drinks and dinner etc. No biggie. That is, until he started texting me that he was bored, alone and horny in his hotel room and asked if I'd send him some pictures.
WTF!?
I was short, curt and too the fucking point of saying NO! He tried saying it was harmless flirting and that he'd never cheat on his wife etc. I explained to him while he may be trying to convince himself of that, I'm sure his wife would have other thoughts on the matter. It's cheating. It's one thing to look at porn or do some online chatting with a complete stranger. Cos the chances of you actually meeting up with that person are extremely slim. Though, to try and have that same conversation with an ex g/f who lives only minutes away from where you're staying... I'd say your wife will have an issue. It's cheating. All of it. You took vows in front of family, friends and maybe your God. They mean something.
I told him, unless he was capable of being a responsible party in his marriage, I could not meet up with him for dinner and a visit. This threw him completely off. I am no longer his "go-to girl when we're both single", cos we're not both single. Once he realized all the begging and attempted convincing of the "flirting was harmless" wasn't going to work and that I do have a line that can be crossed. I haven't heard from him since. Nice.
I emailed him last night to say, it would be great to see him, made some light conversation about the things he was tying up in town etc, and left it at that. Just trying to put his attempted adulterous to the size and continue on that we've been friends for 25 years. His reply. "Nope, busy". Well, that's that. No more long winded emails chatting about things old friends chat about.
Moving on. Hey Men. Stop being douchy okay.
You'll be proud to know I did not humour this invitation. Not even for a second. And made it extremely clear that I wasn't interested and that he should take his vows to his wife a whole lot serious.
An old b/f and I have always been good with boundaries etc. As soon as he got married we did not dabble in the flirting and/or hookups that we use too. I might have had my own issues with men cheating on their g/f's, and doing nothing about it, but married men. I draw a solid line there.
He's recently been in town a few days a week to finish setting up his new company etc. Having been friends for 25 years, we made plans to go for drinks and dinner etc. No biggie. That is, until he started texting me that he was bored, alone and horny in his hotel room and asked if I'd send him some pictures.
WTF!?
I was short, curt and too the fucking point of saying NO! He tried saying it was harmless flirting and that he'd never cheat on his wife etc. I explained to him while he may be trying to convince himself of that, I'm sure his wife would have other thoughts on the matter. It's cheating. It's one thing to look at porn or do some online chatting with a complete stranger. Cos the chances of you actually meeting up with that person are extremely slim. Though, to try and have that same conversation with an ex g/f who lives only minutes away from where you're staying... I'd say your wife will have an issue. It's cheating. All of it. You took vows in front of family, friends and maybe your God. They mean something.
I told him, unless he was capable of being a responsible party in his marriage, I could not meet up with him for dinner and a visit. This threw him completely off. I am no longer his "go-to girl when we're both single", cos we're not both single. Once he realized all the begging and attempted convincing of the "flirting was harmless" wasn't going to work and that I do have a line that can be crossed. I haven't heard from him since. Nice.
I emailed him last night to say, it would be great to see him, made some light conversation about the things he was tying up in town etc, and left it at that. Just trying to put his attempted adulterous to the size and continue on that we've been friends for 25 years. His reply. "Nope, busy". Well, that's that. No more long winded emails chatting about things old friends chat about.
Moving on. Hey Men. Stop being douchy okay.
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
If You Find My Sleep; Could You Tell It Where My Head Lays?
I can't sleep. It's been so long since my last bout of insomnia, that I forgot what it does to me. There was nothing gradual leading up to it. It wasn't up an hour longer each night etc... it was up 4.5 hours longer. I did not get to bed until 2:30am. I have to be up at 5-5:30am. I might, might be under a little more stress than I like to admit. Add the Christmas season to that, and whola, I'm having a bout of insomnia.
To top that off..... I have to train someone today to do part of my job. No biggie. Still stings a little. But. But........ I'm only training her on what I trained the others on. Since anything more than that just gets ignored cos they know I'll be in the next day to deal with whatever errors or customs issues ensued. They won't have that luxury anymore.
(not all of which are the shippers error - our invoices are impeccable. So much so, this courier uses our invoice template to train others, so I'm told.) I like the girl I'll be training. She's young in age, but so much older in wit and smarts. She gets music and movie references far far older than her.
To top that off..... I have to train someone today to do part of my job. No biggie. Still stings a little. But. But........ I'm only training her on what I trained the others on. Since anything more than that just gets ignored cos they know I'll be in the next day to deal with whatever errors or customs issues ensued. They won't have that luxury anymore.
(not all of which are the shippers error - our invoices are impeccable. So much so, this courier uses our invoice template to train others, so I'm told.) I like the girl I'll be training. She's young in age, but so much older in wit and smarts. She gets music and movie references far far older than her.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Put an end to bullying.
This is Jonah Mowry.
He has a message.
A
Powerful one.
A
Powerful one.
There are a few video's being posted in response.
In the same format.
Powerful video.
Jonah.
You have amazing strength.
You are loved.
and
Liked.
Womanhood + Men + Pheromones.
Dear Boobies & Uterus:
What in the hell did I EVER do to you?
Sincerely, Just Saying.
Ouch. It hurts to have clothes touch my chest. Stupid womanhood. I don't suffer from side effects of having a period like some of my fellow womanhood do. I've been extremely lucky that way.
I use to laugh at women who'd call in sick due to "coughcrampscough" in the middle of the week every month. Oh come on!!! Take some Motrin and get your ass to work! Or those who bitch about diarrhea or migraines. Pussies. All of you.
......that is, until I experienced it first hand. I started getting very bad headaches about a year ago, that soon turned into migraines once or twice a year. The first time last year when I had cramps, I couldn't walk. My mid-section couldn't carry the weight of my body. You know the area, between your upper thighs and top of your pelvic bone. Weak. I curled up on the couch in a position that would let me rest without crying, a hot water bottle, and the strongest pills I had in the house and called in sick. Wimp. Not so. It's a pain like no other.
I've never made fun of someone since, that calls in sick with cramps. Of course there are women who abuse that right, and those that do, I hope it finds you ten fold when you can't afford the time off.
I was hanging out the roomie last night, organizing the chaos that will destroy my apartment once I start wrapping gifts etc. Not sure how we got onto the topic of womanhood, but the roomie looks up and so seriously says, "Aren't you due to get yours soon? Like tomorrow?"
ummmm, ya. I forgot that when I lived with The Douche and T, they would always know within days when I was roughly due. The Douche said, it sounds gross but it's not. The chemistry smell changes. Pheromones etc. They could both tell when I was due cos I would smell differently. I didn't think sensing pheromones was a conscience one. Maybe men who live with women are more in tune with us than we give them credit for?
Ok, I don't know about you, but when a girl hears "you smell different" no matter how good natured it was meant, you tend to freak out a little that everyone around can smell the change in your chemistry makeup. I've never forgotten it, and since then have actually developed a bit of a complex when it comes to smelling bad in any way shape or form.
Last night I was sort of in shock with the roomies comment. Asking him how he could possibly know that. He mentioned the same thing, sort of. He could tell by the change of my body behaviour etc.
This morning. I got my period.
What in the hell did I EVER do to you?
Sincerely, Just Saying.
Ouch. It hurts to have clothes touch my chest. Stupid womanhood. I don't suffer from side effects of having a period like some of my fellow womanhood do. I've been extremely lucky that way.
I use to laugh at women who'd call in sick due to "coughcrampscough" in the middle of the week every month. Oh come on!!! Take some Motrin and get your ass to work! Or those who bitch about diarrhea or migraines. Pussies. All of you.
......that is, until I experienced it first hand. I started getting very bad headaches about a year ago, that soon turned into migraines once or twice a year. The first time last year when I had cramps, I couldn't walk. My mid-section couldn't carry the weight of my body. You know the area, between your upper thighs and top of your pelvic bone. Weak. I curled up on the couch in a position that would let me rest without crying, a hot water bottle, and the strongest pills I had in the house and called in sick. Wimp. Not so. It's a pain like no other.
I've never made fun of someone since, that calls in sick with cramps. Of course there are women who abuse that right, and those that do, I hope it finds you ten fold when you can't afford the time off.
I was hanging out the roomie last night, organizing the chaos that will destroy my apartment once I start wrapping gifts etc. Not sure how we got onto the topic of womanhood, but the roomie looks up and so seriously says, "Aren't you due to get yours soon? Like tomorrow?"
ummmm, ya. I forgot that when I lived with The Douche and T, they would always know within days when I was roughly due. The Douche said, it sounds gross but it's not. The chemistry smell changes. Pheromones etc. They could both tell when I was due cos I would smell differently. I didn't think sensing pheromones was a conscience one. Maybe men who live with women are more in tune with us than we give them credit for?
Ok, I don't know about you, but when a girl hears "you smell different" no matter how good natured it was meant, you tend to freak out a little that everyone around can smell the change in your chemistry makeup. I've never forgotten it, and since then have actually developed a bit of a complex when it comes to smelling bad in any way shape or form.
Last night I was sort of in shock with the roomies comment. Asking him how he could possibly know that. He mentioned the same thing, sort of. He could tell by the change of my body behaviour etc.
This morning. I got my period.
Friday, 2 December 2011
Toshiba Laptop Might Be Dying.
I'm a little worried about my wee little Toshiba laptop. The fan started running a couple days ago once I turn on the computer, and won't stop. Sure when the laptop gets warm the fan is suppose to turn on. Why does it happen when it's not hot?
Virus? Bios updated needed? About to bite the dust?
I'm buying a laptop airflow thingy after work to ensure it's getting the proper airflow and staying cool etc. I've had this computer 5-6 years and never had a problem. It's home is currently on an end table. Never on the couch or bed or anything soft.
I'll try and see the if the ITguys guy G can work his magic on Monday. Otherwise, I have a feeling I might be purchasing a new computer for the new year.
If that turns out to be the case.... what to get? My last comp was a 17" dual core HP. This one is only 13" and apparently more powerful than my last one.... that might have been the case 5-6 years ago.
To switch to Mac or not? hmmmmm. Any Mac users out there?
I would love your un-bias input. Mac users are very much like Volkswagen drivers.
You either love or hate them. There is no grey area.
Okay blog-o-sphere family send me your input, your knowledge and anything else that will help me with the pending new purchase. Has to be a laptop btw, as I'm limited for space as to where I can put a computer.
Virus? Bios updated needed? About to bite the dust?
I'm buying a laptop airflow thingy after work to ensure it's getting the proper airflow and staying cool etc. I've had this computer 5-6 years and never had a problem. It's home is currently on an end table. Never on the couch or bed or anything soft.
I'll try and see the if the IT
If that turns out to be the case.... what to get? My last comp was a 17" dual core HP. This one is only 13" and apparently more powerful than my last one.... that might have been the case 5-6 years ago.
To switch to Mac or not? hmmmmm. Any Mac users out there?
I would love your un-bias input. Mac users are very much like Volkswagen drivers.
You either love or hate them. There is no grey area.
Okay blog-o-sphere family send me your input, your knowledge and anything else that will help me with the pending new purchase. Has to be a laptop btw, as I'm limited for space as to where I can put a computer.
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