I can’t bring myself to care about really anything today. Just a general feeling of mehh. And today of all days my phone wont stop ringing. I’ve along answered it for my mom once because she doesn’t stop calling otherwise but every time the phone rings I just cringe. Can’t you have an emotional migraine? I refuse anything to do with reality today and the only reason I haven’t unplugged my phones altogether is the expectation of my hubby calling. Come to think of it I should just call him and the unplug/ turn off my phones.
And my boobs hurt. Not a normal hurt. I can paw myself all I want and I’m fine, but for some reason every time Monster jumps on me it hurts. I don’t think he’s being extra rough.
Have you noticed that all -HPT’s and no Red Lady makes SLC a bitter girl. I shall retreat further away from reality now.
CD 32 ya, you read that right 3o frickin’2. HPT – ASSHAT!
I hate this. HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE.
Hubby has been gone a while and well, I’m starting to get lonely…if you know what I mean. So I’ve spent lots of time reading my new books. Elphaba, this is all your fault. I’m like I friggin’ addict. I was up untill nearly 4AM reading. I just can’t put these stupid books down and they are different enough from the show to keep you guessing about some stuff. And lets face it, this is the closest thing to action I’ll be getting any time soon. So I’m taking it in heaps. Hubby told me last night he was going farther north for more work. “I should be back for easter though”. Then he had to remind me that no, easter isn’t this month, and I just hadn’t caught the joke. My lack of sense of time means that holidays actually do sneak up on me like that so it would not have been too far-fetched to think it was coming.
Sorry girls, no song today. Eric is wondering where I’ve disappeared to.
Dance party in my Kitchen! Everyone’s invited! Current moves include “dance to the pop corn” and “shake that popcorn” and last but not least “eww, that’s some stinky pop corn, I think it’s burnt”.
I warn you, I have some serious “white man” moves. Hey, we all know there is no sense of rhythm there, lol.
Ok, I’m completely trying to ignore this new change to my cycles. My temps are getting even higher so I guess The Red Lady wont be in attendance for the dance off (which is good seeing as I can’t stand up to any competition over 3 feet) .
On a funny side note: I at once point was hired to dance at a bar in Thailand they don’t check out your skills first. This simply entailed going out, passing out fliers for the bar, trying to get the foreigners to come and then getting out on the dance floor (or on the bar itself for a bit, they were trying out a coyote ugly thing) and getting everyone to join in. I was extremely successful at this. My tactics are to NOT hide my foolio dancing and then people feel sorry that I’m drawing so much attention to myself so a crowd of people that look less ridiculous forms. Success. Just a different route. How guys still managed to hit on me is beyond my comprehension. Maybe they just assumed I was plastered…then again I remember very little of those 2 weeks, lol. Thank you journal for keeping track when I was not and stay away from that much red bull and vodka (this was before my allergy had kicked in full swing, but when it was developing which explains some of my lesser issues at that time point…but I like the fact that I was in the middle of the road belting out “new york, new york” well after any alcoholic effects should have worn off…but I was asking the passer’s by for the words cause I couldn’t remember them).
It’s not helping me that I’ve never recorded a cycle of which I got pregnant during, not sure how I managed that one. So I don’t know if there is any correlation to them, or if they are just the same as every other cycle.
Holy Crap! You can't talk about miscarriage! 