A guy in a meeting today had a huge water bottle. Just YUGE. The label on the bottle had a large H with little lines on each side, making it look like a weight bar.
Talk about killing two birds with one stone – work out your arms while you hydrate, with plenty of incentive to drink your H2O to give your arms a break.
Plus a TON of bathroom breaks.
Everyone’s so into green smoothies these days. A coworker keeps insisting you can add a handful of spinach to anything and you won’t even taste it. I don’t know about that. To me, spinach tastes like eating a handful of grass freshly pulled out of the yard.
Here’s a green shake for you: throw in some peas, an avocado, a green banana, and that grassy-spinach.
Then fill the rest with vodka, ’cause that shit’s going down hard.
I wanted to add some pink to my fading purple hair. The dye didn’t take too well to my tresses, but it did, however, stain my head rather well.
As Giant Husband put it: it looks like I got in a fight with a pink highlighter.
And the highlighter won.
Only ponytails for me for a while.
My mom and her current husband came to visit for a bit. It was nice to see them, though they didn’t enjoy the drive much. They said that some guy in a truck tailgated their SUV and followed them around (not at all unusual). Apparently the guy drove so closely that they “couldn’t even see the truck’s bumper in the rearview mirror.”
I thought about that, and you know what? I can seldom ever see the bumpers of the vehicles driving behind me. They always drive that closely. That’s just driving in Utah.
I hate driving here.
My fourth grade teacher told me I had amazing handwriting – just perfect. This was not a good thing to tell me though.
Where was I to go when I had already reached the top, and at such a young age?
I focused on my a‘s and t‘s for a while as I wanted a different look. And my y‘s and g‘s have kind of morphed on their own. But I like them – they’ve got style.
Yet overall, my penmanship has gone downhill ever since. No ups, just downs. These days I can barely read it myself sometimes.
But I try to look on the positive side. Maybe people will think I’m a doctor?
An empty office.
Relief. Silent. But oh, no.
I was not alone.
Really young children can say incredibly rude things pointblank and get away with it. Because they’re little. They don’t know better.
Really old individuals can call you the unthinkable right to your face. But that’s okay. Because they’re old; they’ve put in their time. And they forget things.
I’m somewhere in the middle. Where I have to be nice to everyone all the time. Because unlike the old and very young, I should know better and better not forget it.
It sucks.
Me: I didn’t care for Kelly’s Clarkson’s earlier stuff, but I do like this album. Not as… cutesy/happy as Colbie Caillat or such artists.
GH: Who names their kid Colbie anyway?
Me: People who like cheese?
Who DOESN’T like cheese??
There’s something weird about eating milk and cereal off a plastic spoon. I’m not sure how to describe it, but something about how the milk slides on the plastic is just not right.
I avoid plastic spoons anyway as they’re wasteful, but my top reason is not actually the environment. It’s the feeling of eating off of one. Those things are manufactured in Hell, I swear.
My mother used to tell me God would curse bless me with only sons if I wasn’t nicer to my brothers.
Jokes on you, Mum. I likely can’t have kids.
Isn’t PCOS great?
