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I LOVE….this beautiful weather!

I LOVE….that sean and I might be able to have a dog!

I LOVE…that I bought a new dryer and its going to be delivered on Sunday! So excited! Clothes that dry in 30 mins instead of 2 hours = AMAZING!

I LOVE…that I’m finally getting my hair fixed tomorrow since the “Fantastic Sam’s Incident” and I’m going to get a few blond highlights b/c it hides my grey hair better than trying to go darker.

I LOVE…turning off the heat in my house. We have electric heat and its ridiculously expensive!!

I LOVE…that Sarah is coming to my house tomorrow and we are going to play Halo and whatever else we want!

I LOVE…that New Moon is being released on DVD Sat! I plan on watching it at least 3 times in a row. That’s right. I love Twilight. LOVE IT. Don’t judge!  (TEAM EDWARD!!)

I LOVE….that I think my cold is finally going away! So tired of sniffling!

I LOVE…pedicures! Sarah totally treated me last weekend and it was the best pedicure ever-they did the best job!

I LOVE…wearing open toe’d shoes and flippy floppies. It may be too soon for the floppies, but I’m totally rockin open toed shoes today!

Happy Friday!!

What do you love today?

Seriously, there is pregnant in there.

In the social circles-3 out of the 4 couples who got married last year are now preggers. I’m scared.

Ok, I kid. <—haha, kid. Yeah, I’m special.

I’m actually really really happy for them. I guess we are hitting that point in life where that is the next step.

It’s ok that I’m not ready right? I mean, I’ve tossed the idea around quite a few times and have had my moments of wanting it. (then I babysit my nieces and nephews and get it out of my system)

You know what I want right now more than anything?

A dog. I really really want a dog.

Last year I was still in night school and after working my 9-5, I was headed up to Providence for math class.

UGH. Math class on St. Patricks Day, really? I wasn’t really surprised that there were people all over the road (like literally walking in the road), already drunk at 5:30.

I’m on a side street and traffic is stopped and there is a car that appears to be parked in the middle of the road. I think :they are broken down. And of course everyone is driving around them. When I get closer I see the driver is slumped in the seat. My first thought is, omg, he’s ill or something is wrong with his health! So I’m the only one pulling over. What do I find?

HE’S WASTED. Parked in the middle of the road, sleeping in his car. There is no way this kid is moving. I’m not even sure if he is ok or if he is drunk to the point of death or something. So I call 911. Luckily another guy pulled over as well because all of a sudden the kid wakes up and decides that he is going to drive away. I had no idea what the hell to do. He was like, oh shit, are the cops coming? I was just getting a haircut, I’m not driving, I’m sleeping in my car Yeah, guy, you are parked in the middle of the road. NICE.

The police come and magically don’t need me there, so I go to class, shaking my head thinking the worst possible thing I could EVER think: kids these days.

THEN! I get to class and the room reeks of beer and booze. All the students are wearing green beads, hats, all sorts of St. Patty’s day crap. And they are rowdy. Finally the teacher gives up, tells them all to go get drunk and dismisses class. And I’m upset about it. Me! I’ve been to class intoxicated before, what is my issue?  Oh yeah, that’s right, I’M OLD.

Yup. That’s when I decided I’m frakin old. O.L.D. When I don’t need a holiday as an excuse to drink. When I call the cops on a “kid”. When I get aggravated when I drive an hour to get to class and the teacher actually lets us out to party.

I can’t believe it. OLD. *cries*

Its so hard when you come to the realization that a friend doesn’t need you anymore. Ok, totally dramatic, of course they *need* you.

But you aren’t the person they call or text first when they are upset, happy, bored anymore.

I’m sure alot of my friends have felt that way about me when I either started a relationship or got married.

So I shouldn’t complain. I’m not complaining.

But as I sit here feeling all emo-like realizing that I don’t know who my one person is that I can call when I’m sad, happy or bored. Anytime can call them, text them and they will be there for me.

And then I remembered…….

my husband. oh yeah….he’s my one person now.

And I’m getting to that point in life where all my friends one person is their husbands, boyfriends, significant others.

I LOVE…the one day we had this week of spring-like weather, it was wonderful, I can’t wait for spring!

I LOVE…being able to help friends in need.

I LOVE…that my calendar has been absolutely FULL this week and weekend with social things but I still left sunday to have all to myself.

I LOVE…mushroom ravoli and strawberri bellinis- OM NOM NOM!

(that’s the bellinis from last night, they were SOOO good, the picture however? not so much, should have used the flash!)

I LOVE…that I witnessed Jaime not only have one tasty beverage with alcohol in it, but TWO! amazing!

I LOVE…laughing too hard and loud and acting like a dork in public.

I LOVE…mini eggs!

I LOVE…that I took the mini bottle of champagne from our table last night before leaving the restaurant, just because I thought it was cute! What am I gonna actually do with it? yeah, prob throw it away, lolz.

I LOVE…that I’m going out for another girls night Saturday after I don’t have the kiddies anymore, I’m going to need a drink or 5.

Happy Friday, what do you love today?

There is an awful atrocity in my house right now. 

Peeps.

I loathe Easter candy. Ok, that’s a lie. Because I LOVE the cadbury mini eggs, they are my favorite ever.

But, growing up, Easter was always the holiday that was like, meh. The candy was never good. Maybe its because my mom always got the cheapest candy ever. And every year, EVERY YEAR, even though none of us kids liked peeps at all, our baskets were filled with them. Gross, sugar covered, marshmallow disgusting little buggers. I do have to admit, I do think they are cute, but I would NEVER consume them.

Why did my mother FILL our baskets with them if we hated them?  She loved them of course.blarghhh! just the memory of watching her decapitate the little chicks and bunnies with her teeth and them stretching out and getting everywhere, UGHHHH, horrible flashbacks.

My mothers favorite way of having them? frozen. So far in my discussions of the peeps (it always comes up this time of year, I’m glad I’m not alone on this issue) nobody has ever told me that they like them frozen. She also liked to freeze them because since they only came out once a year, she had to stock up so she can enjoy them longer.

Unfortunately, my husband loves peeps. So they are in my house. But every time I look at them I shudder. And I can’t watch him eat them, it grosses me out too much. At least he doesn’t freeze them. He does, however, like to microwave them, and I have to confess to semi-enjoying watching the little fuckers blow up and get deformed before they meet their final demise.

and no, I did not torture little animals as a child.  (my little brother however….)

I pretty much *know* all 150 of my facebook friends. Except for the occasional blogger that I love that I’ve never met or the person I met through FFXI (don’t judge!). I know or have known them at some point in my life either through high school, old jobs, current job, college, friends of friends, family of friends.

Recently I went through my friends list and basically deleted people that I have been friends with but we have never had any interaction since the friending.

Here is where the awkwardness comes in….

1. Running into someone in public that you just deleted.

anyone who is on my facebook knows that I post alot. I’m officially addicted to oversharing and status updating like crazy. So this lady whom I used to work with when I was like 19 (and she was a bitch to me then, not sure why I accepted the friend request in the first place) and we are at the grocery store and she is behind me and my husband at checkout. And she makes some random joke/comment about my items on the conveyer belt and uses my name as if to make a point that she knows who I am. CREEPY. And! Why would you NEVER talk to me, comment or have any interaction with me online where its easier (I think) but then proceed to interact with me in public. to my face? Pfft. I wouldn’t have deleted you from facebook if you said ONE WORD to me on there. Now I’m thinking, “shit, I just deleted her, I wonder if she knows, she must know, blah blah blah”  and then I remembered that I don’t care and happily bag my groceries that she felt the need to comment on.

2. Running into someone you talk to all the time on facebook/online but NEVER in person.

You would think this would be easier since I’ve *known* most of my facebook friends from some point in my life. At some point in my life before the interwebz we interacted in person. Then you run into them. Sometimes it can be awkward. Not all the time, but its happened to me a few times. Its like “hey you!, how are you doing!” and I just want to converse and be BFF’s like we are online. I know how your day went, you know probably every detail of my day and then BOOM our paths collide. Didn’t expect to run into you here, why is this awkward?

3. Conversations with friends.

Due to my excessive status updating and posting on the facebook it happens alot when I’m having conversation with friends. I tell them something, they go “yeah, I saw that on facebook”. So I continue on in the conversation and bring something else up and “yeah, I think I read something about that on facebook”. So now pretty much I should just stop talking because everyone knows everything about my life because of FACEBOOK. But in all reality, there is SOOO much more going on than what I post. Even in my most oversharing days there is more going on in my head and in my life than the couple sentences I posted. SOOO just let me talk ok?

Do I have a point? No. I just wanted to share my observations (and that really creepy lady in #1)

Lesson should probably be that I shouldn’t share sooo much on the Facebook, but I don’t see that changing anytime soon, I’m officially addicted!

I LOVE…fluffy, pretty snow better than cold, windy rain.

I LOVE…that I take random pics with my phone and then look at them and think “hmmm, I should put that in my blog, just because I can!” like this:

I LOVE…my new sketchers shape ups that sean bought me, I can’t wait to actually try them out someplace besides walking around my kitchen island!

I LOVE…that sean upgraded his phone from a crackberry pearl to a crackberry curve. He would get so aggravated with his old phone, that thing was a piece.

I LOVE…relaxing girls nights of just hanging out, talking, drinking a little and doing nothing in particular.

I LOVE…dogs. Sean and I want a dog SOOOO bad but we can’t have pets in our place, but we LOVE our place and don’t want to move. Maybe its time for a discussion with the landlord….put to work my powers of persuasion.

I LOVE…that I was able to walk into the Vera Bradley store to buy my niece a birthday gift and didn’t feel the need at all to buy something. I *may* be getting a grip on this addiction.

I LOVE…that it’s Friday! The beginning of the week was really rough for me but it seems to be getting better as it goes on.

What do you love today?

I’m joining Lilu once again for a TMI Thursday! It’s a long story, but it needed a little bit of background TMI to lead to the funny TMI.

***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!***

Warning: This is all about about womanly issues-so guys-you may want to close your browser now-don’t say I didn’t warn you.

So for 5-6 years I was using depo as my preferred method of birth control (depo = shot in the ass-only every 3 mths). Well my lovely OBGYN informs me after approx. 6 years that you are supposed to take a break from depo after 2 (TWO!) years especially if like in my case one of the side effects of depo (which I LOVED) was no periods. AT ALL.

So-I have to take a break from this magical injection in the ass (twss) so my system can get back to normal (aka I bleed-yum).

Lets see the options:

Pills-They make me sick-no matter what kind, what time, some even make me have morning sickness and pre-pregnancy symptoms. PLUS I forget them all the time, so they are useless.

Patch- is great at first but there are only so many places you can stick it (twss) and my skin is extremely sensitive so I end up with thes red square boxes of irritated skin everywhere. And they don’t get better in time to reapply a new patch therefore I run out of ass or arm to stick it. If my were larger this *might* not be a problem.

By this time I have taken a sufficient “break” from depo, so my doc says I can rendezvous with my beloved again. WRONG. One injection = 3 months of non stop, flood gates have opened, horrible-ness.

Apparently my body decides it doesn’t like depo anymore. FUCK.

Whats left?

Condoms- I hate the smell of burnt rubber and I don’t trust them against those squirmy fuckers.

Abstinence- HA. that’s funny.

oh wait! something new!

Nuvaring. Hooray!

Do you know what the Nuvaring is? You guessed it, I’m gonna tell you. Its a vaginal ring. You insert this thing for 3 weeks and then remove it for one, sounds great huh? And during that one ring free week you are supposed to get your period.

Too easy. even for me.

I have to stick it where? and its stays there? and doesn’t fall out? or get lost? yeah-no fucking way-I had my doc do it the first time-he’s a pro, he’s got magic hands.

wait, what?

fast forward -> my turn.

It is now the ring of DEATH.

It takes me a half hour to get that fucker in there-its all bendy and shit-I can’t get the right angle. Finally I have to lay on my bathroom floor-legs in the air, literally SHOVING this ring into my woo-ha. Not with one finger, boys and girls-I have to get a grasp on it and guide it ALL THE WAY.

Here I am laying on the bathroom floor fisting myself. WTF! I’m usually sore afterwards too-I just can’t get it in.

And the process doesn’t get easier-its been a year or so. Same.thing.every.time.

Worst Part: The day of “Insertion” you should not have Aunt Flo in town anymore. That evil bitch taunts me every month-that slippery fucker is hard enough as it is. Yup. My hand officially has its red wings-just the right hand though-I’m not ambidextrous…

huh, maybe if I use two hands it will be easier….

that’s how I’ve been feeling lately.

I think I gots me a case of winter blues or some shit.  Because nothing is bothering me. well, ok, that’s NEVER true. But nothing is bothering me that hasn’t bothered me before.

I don’t know. I’m not blogging regularly, I’m not working out, I’m not making plans with friends, I’m not calling my friends, I’m not doing the laundry that I need to do. I’m not cleaning my car, I’m not making the meatloaf.  (MOM!!! THE MEATLOAF!!) <—ok, I made myself smile!

I believe sunshine is directly related to my happiness, I’m like a freaking plant for crying out loud.

So pleeeease stop asking me what’s wrong. There is nothing wrong. Ask me when the sun starts shining again and I’m sure I’ll be my bubbly self again.