Them: …….well…..we have chicken….
Me: Chicken is a meat.
Them: Oh. I didn’t know what kind of a vegetarian you were.
Me: Really? I’m the kind who doesn’t eat meat.
I shit you not, people. This has happened to me MORE than once since I quite eating land mammals at the beginning of August.
9give or take – Surprisingly, I didn’t time it or anything).
And I was highly unsuccessful.
Sometimes life is so unfair.
Once a dear friend gave this advice: “It should never take longer than 5 minutes to drop your load. If you take more than 5 minutes, it’s entirely too long. You need to wait until you KNOW you can complete your task in that amount of time.”
Is that even POSSIBLE??
On a lighter note, I’m going to have a Scentsy party. So if your house stinks (presumably you shit, even though obviously I don’t) hit me up and I can give you the link to place an order.
No pretty pictures today. I had to get a new computer and haven’t transferred any of my pictures over or taken any new ones for a while.
Especially if she’s in the process of changing her meds.
She might just go bat shit crazy and cut all her hair off.
Yep. All of it.
Well almost. It was down to the middle of my back. It is now well above my shoulders.
Fuck me.
I know the picture sucks, but that’s what you get with a phone camera.
It looks like I have lipstick all over my face. I don’t. And look at those eyebrows. That’s some scary shit and I’m sorry you had to see it. I mean, fuck, she should just go get them waxed. And yes, I’m sitting on my bed. I’m lazy. And tired. And I didn’t sleep last night, so if it looks to you like I’m trying to cover up crack-whore eyes, you’d be right.
She can open my bathroom cabinets – that don’t have handles – and pull shit out from under there. Like Q-tips, make-up, my flat iron.
She can take books directly off the shelf.
She can take my nail file, comb, and pills off of my bedside table.
She can go under my bedspread, which is under my pillows and get the charger for my computer out.
What’s even better is she loves to chew it all up.
If she were REALLY smart, she wouldn’t do that.
Damn dog is lucky she’s still alive after chewing various power cords that were still plugged in.
Anyway, I had to replace that laptop charger. You’d think for $90 fucking dollars that bitch would actually work. The charger, not the dog.
Nope. The first one quit working. The second one never worked. Third one, a charm?
Uh huh.
Anyway. I took the kids for a drive today. We just wanted to get out of the house and look for a place to walk or play for a while. We found a cute little park. It was a nice, long drive.
Fuck, I’m tired.
No tricks here. Or treats. My kids didn’t get to go this year.
I think I’ve mentioned before how my kids like to tear my house up on a daily basis. Which isn’t always horrible. Sometimes they just make a mess. Sometimes they REALLY get into shit they don’t belong in.
Either way, they had LOTS of chances to NOT be naughty, but kept on messing up. So I put the smack down and told them there would be no trick-or-treating this year.
It was probably harder on me, than on them. I LOVE trick-or-treating.
I have fond memories of my dad bringing us trick-or-treating. He was the master. Me and my brother and sister could easily fill up a brown paper grocery bag off candy. It was awesome.
My kids only go a couple blocks and start complaining that they want to go home.
We did make it to the pumpkin patch finally, but didn’t get around to carving the pumpkins yet. Hopefully tomorrow.
Sometimes, anyway.
I was supposed to go to a Halloween party tonight with the kids and the husband. Instead, I slept. I slept for the better part of 24 hours. Who does that?
Me. Sometimes, anyway.
One of my family members recently made a comment about how I don’t do anything, basically not understanding why I sleep so much during the day.
I don’t feel good. My body hurts. I’m tired. I keep getting these fucking migraines. I’ve had my “girl time” for the better part of 3 months now.
So yeah, I don’t do anything. I’m so tired of that though. I’m tired of letting myself and others down because I just don’t feel good enough to do things. It sucks. A big one.
So what do I do to change it? I’ve been out walking and taking pictures with the kids, sometimes with the husband, sometimes with the dogs. But honestly, that just makes me hurt more. I think that’s why I had this latest 24 hour siesta.
Fuck you fibromyalgia. Fuck you migraines. Fuck you girl parts.
I’m sick of this shit, and I’m going to get better. I’m going to get off of all these stupid fucking medications my doctor has me on. All though they generally do their job of keeping me alive, I think they make me feel worse, for the most part.
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