What has been on my mind lately:
Sometimes I feel angry that as a woman, I am expected to do the same things as a man when I am different on a biological level. I am talking about menstruation, people. Wouldn’t it be nice to not have to take prescription medication to control Aunt Flow’s monthly visit just so that I can maintain the work schedule that society expects? Aren’t there cultures where women can go to a special menstruation hut 5-7 days out of the month to bleed in peace? This anger may be exacerbated by my boss’s attitude toward what he sees as gratuitous use of the bathroom.
I feel really good about myself right now because I just used the words ‘exacerbated’ and ‘gratuitous,’ even though that red squiggly line declared the spelling to be incorrect at the first typing attempt.
So, what has been on your mind lately?
This is how my nieces are totally like puppies:
- From the mouth of my brother-in-law, “Sometimes she gets excited and forgets.” This was in response to niece #1 peeing herself when a lot of visitors came over.
- If we are outside, keep eyes on niece #1 at all times, or she is known to take off running down the block. (They make leashes for kids, right?)
- When I use the bathroom, niece #2 comes and scratches at the door until I come back out.
I wanted to end this post with a picture of a cute puppy, but all I have is this picture of a Koala bear (sorry, no photo credit, have no idea where I got this), and those fuzzy, claw-y creatures are as cute as puppies, just ask Sheldon.
Do any other women feel this way:
You are in your 20s, maybe in love, maybe not. Either way, societal pressures = ‘you are too young to get married, etc…’
You are in your 30s, societal pressures = ‘you aren’t married yet? When are you having kids?’
I’m sorry, when are we supposed to make all of this stuff happen? It is like you only have this small window from 27 to 33 to fall in love, settle down, establish a household, have your career life figured out, and start making babies.
Eh. Too many passwords!
Can’t keep them all straight. Seems like all these websites have different requirements for passwords — must have one capital letter, at least two numbers, one special character, no special characters — so I can’t just use the same one so that remembering is easy. Writing them down seems not secure.
My brain is full. Not signing up for anymore websites.
I really wanted to go onto Trip Advisor and write a wonderful review about John, our tour guide from… what was the name of that place? It had the same name as some kind of disease… Cataract. That was it. Cataract Tours.
John was awesome, and since I refuse to sign up for anymore password-access websites, I can not say it there, so I will say it here.
Niagara Falls was better because of you, John!
I saved sooooo much money today.
It is only $20 dollars to take this pile of disgusting, spider-ridden wood to the local waste management facility.
And it is $42.50 for Special Pick-up, the curb-side service of waste disposal.
I paid $42.50.
How did I save money, you may wonder?
Well, if I would have cheaped out and transported the gross wood myself, here is how the universe would work with me in that situation:
1. I put the wood in the trunk of my car.
2. A certain percentage of spiders and /or other creepy crawlies would have freed themselves during transport.
3. At a later date, one of said creatures would scare me whilst I drive, most likely causing me to crash and having possibly thousands of dollars in car repairs.
So today, I just saved thousands of dollars in car repairs.
Totally worth an extra $22.50.
I hit up one of my fave day-trip spots
Had a Zombie latte. Yes, that is what it was called. It was one of the best lattes I have ever had! I have know idea what was in it. I hope not brains. There was a hint of yummy nutty flavor.
The above pic looks like I meant to capture the gorgeous flowers that accompanied my study table for the afternoon, but really I was more interested in the view out the window. Can you see it? Yes, it is a planter where the greens emerge from a human head like a zombie Chia Pet.
Okay, lots of zombie talk. But it really isn’t a creepy place. It is actually very nice and colorful and bursting with creative umph and wonderful paths in the fresh air and fun twisty paths inside.