New Year... New...?

I've become fairly indfferent about the new year over the past few years.... I used to be the first to make resolutions, noting what my life seemed to lack and making sure 'I aced that bitch of a goal' I set for myself. And then.... life happened. Those brand new habits you said you would train your brain to do don't get done. Life continues to happen, you reflect on what you said you were gonna do, clean it up a bit, then life happens so more. If you're like me, you look up and realize 'DAMN, ITS DECEMBER!!! WTF HAPPENED TO MAY?!'



I will say that around this time I get really restless. I want to make changes.... the innerGreenEyes wants to do something totally unlike her. So I got a tattoo.... and a piercing..... and I'm going to get another piercing because I loves me some body art.... anyone wanna guess where the newest piercing is? *giggle*

The reason I stopped blogging is that I never thought my life was interesting enough to talk about. Besides, I'm not the writer. I'm the thinker... but putting thoughts into a blog for everyone else to read and critique? Uh.... *pause*

Anyway, enough of me (tat tat tatted up, tat tat tatted up)..... I'm cool, I'm chillin at Tex's house sippin some tea... because I have to have SOME sort of culture.... just sayin.

Yes, I'm still alive...

It's been a wild ride the last couple of months.
Studying for the CPA, passing the first 2 parts of said exam, moving to a new crib, fighting with Mr. Aries, thinking my sister is crazy, missing my nephews, working my ass off as SuperAccountant and top all that off with PMDD!

Damn, where to even begin..... gotta marinate on that.
Oh and I got an i.Phone. so perhaps there is an app for that!

Nothing to see over here.

I'm here, but I'm not all here.
PMDD, Mr. Aries, moving, work.... it's been so much more than I thought I could handle.

That's all I have to say about that.

Quickies and random thoughts...

- The new marketing bandwagon of using talking animals, animals driving cars, animals rapping... I hate it. Really.

- Not sure WTF I was thinking when I made this class schedule for an inventory management certification and a prep class for the CPA at the same time. Free time? What is that?

- I'm moving in 2 weeks and I have not packed a single thing. Not cute.

- little Mr. Aries is here for the summer. My ear is being talked off. He has an opinion about every single freakin thing that exists on the planet. I appreciate that, really. But might not want to hear about it for 9 hours straight. Take a nap. Take a break. Go to bed early. /step parent of the year

- I need to drink more water. I've been really thirsty lately. I need a facial. I need a massage. I need something other than rum & coke for lunch.

- The new i.Phone. has been looking at me. I keeping telling it to go away, but it wants to lurk around me. Go away! I'm sticking with my berry, so *sign of the cross*



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It's time...

This post is all over the damn place… so here we go…

It’s hard to avoid your reflection. It’s even harder to realize that the reflection you see is not what you thought it would be. I never considered myself FAT… let me tell you why… I always considered myself plus-sized, thick… I come from a line of women that have big boobs, large frames, squared off shoulders… so when I was a double D bra size in 10th grade, it was normal for my family…. In my mind I was always just large… a big difference from being all out FAT. When I think of FAT, I think of the jiggly stuff on a ribeye steak, those folks you see on T.L.C. that can’t get out of bed or function… extreme obesity. It wasn’t until I started seeing the look of JUST love in the eyes of Mr. Aries that I realized I was fat. Have you ever seen the ‘just love’ look? It’s the look you get when you go to hug a man, that used to desire you and now finds you pretty, but not sexy. It’s the ‘I love you so much, more than any other woman I have ever loved, but I’m not attracted to you’ look.

Let’s marinate on that a moment, while I go on with more thoughts.

I had a conversation with Curvy Jones about being shallow. Is there a fine line that we walk when we say we don’t want a fat man? We don’t want a thin man? If you are vocal about the body type of the person you want to be with and find attractive, are you shallow? Am I shallow because I think I’m all that and a bag of chips or is that just vanity? Don’t we all have preferences? Isn’t there something that you want that’s a ‘must have’ rather than a ‘kinda sorta would consider if’? We women are emotional… most of us when asked what we would prefer in a man, we start talking about personality traits… sense of humor, wit, intelligence, empathy. Ask a man? He wants long hair, big lips, big boobs, small waist.
I consider myself attractive. But I also know that my health is starting to weaken over the extra weight I’m carrying. It’s been 5 or so years since I went to the doctor the first time to complain about migraine headaches. My doctor, whom I’ve gone to for 12 years, told me to lose weight, start watching what I eat, eliminate dairy products, go toward more veggies and lean meats. But that’s hard! How does a professional that works 10 hours a day, in a corporate office that loves to cater in lunch for extra-large-portion-eating-men, eat more veggies and lean meat and not eat cheese? WTF. So in my own mind I figured we (read that as I) would just band-aid the problem. After all, cheese can’t be that bad, right? A little fat and some headaches and I got to eat what I wanted all the time? FINE! Right then, began my journey to find the right thing for me, diet wise. This should be simple, everyone knows you shouldn’t eat high fat cheeseburgers and fitty eleven fries with it and wash all that down with a milkshake. Everyone knows you have to exercise sometimes. But what if you really REALLY don’t want to? What do you do then? (that’s rhetorical, by the way)… so let me answer that for you… you make excuses. I have made every fuckin excuse in the book as to why I won’t exercise or eat in a way that can get me lean and sexy… don’t have time…boobs so big no sports bra would hold me…hate the gym…everyone is so thin there and I’m huffing and puffing after walking 1 minute on the treadmill…forgot to go to the grocery store…it’s cheaper to eat out…I have a headache… I have cramps…forgot my gym clothes…lunch was free, even if it was pizza…so what if I have a little (uh, it aint a little) extra weight, I’m cute, I can carry it just fine…. And on and on and on and on.
Now I’m out of excuses… or I’m tired of them, either one. I’ve gotten to the point where I know being overweight is not cute. This is not about BBW love or hating on the big girls. This is about what is comfortable to me, what I can feel good about.
First, I have to take control of my eating. No, I don’t forget to eat (how the hell do folks do that shit?)…but I know I don’t eat well (get in enough veggies, eat square meals, eat more protein). I know I can do it because thus far I’ve lost a pants size (now a size 18 and an XL shirt).
Next is taking control of exercise. I have a gym membership that I pay for to a great gym… and haven’t used it but a handful of times in the last 12 months. I really REALLY don’t like going after work because that’s when the place is the busiest. So I have to decide if I can get over that or go in the morning before work. These 2 things (eating and exercise) sound so simple on paper and yet the anxiety in my head about the pair is complicated.

Getting back to what I said about Mr. Aries… we had a long talk/discussion/fight about the kind of woman I am and the physical woman that he prefers. The facts about me being intelligent, witty, caring, kind and respectful don’t go unappreciated. But the fact that I have a big hanging stomach, fat rolls, start sweating going up one flight of steps and won’t wear shorts or dresses *IS* unappreciated. And honestly, I can’t say I blame him. Those that know Mr. Aries know he is not thin… he is a big, tall, football linebacker, Neanderthal kind of a guy. He wears a 3X shirt and can eat plates of food. And he wants me to be sexy… not only for his own preference, but for confidence in myself. There is a difference is how I am now and how I used to be when I was younger and smaller. I want that back. This is not something I want to do for him, I won't do it for him, this is for ME. This is all about me and my own journey to be happy with my figure, happy to shop for clothes, happy to wear shorts, happy to be outside and social.


I want that back.

How to keep up with it all?

This last 2 weeks has been only what I can describe as 'an insane rollercoaster'.
Surgery for fibroids, then cancelled surgery for fibroids, closing the quarter, then closing the month, feeling like a pin cushion because I've had so much blood drawn, then PMDD, followed by being SuperAunt and in there somewhere, being a mate to Mr. Aries.

I need a vacation so bad, I can TASTE the sea kissed breeze off the pacific ocean.

Stress is a bitch.

And I don't mean in a good way.
I'm stressed. I am overly stressed. So much so that my health is getting worse (read that as hormones fucked up, head hurting constantly, nauseated and just plain BLAH) and it makes me stressed that I'm stressed. WTF is THAT about?!
Okay, yes, I know I need to not stress. That shit is easier said than done. PERIOD.

Ouch.

The last few weeks (read that as MONTHS) have been stressful for me. The nature of my profession, Mr. Aries being laid off, my hormone rollercoaster.... it makes for a very STRESSED Green Eyes. I need a vacation. Not a long weekend at home, I need a real vacation that involves leaving my house and not having any responsibility for a few days. Just to do what I want to do.. read, sleep late, order room service, see the beach.


An old friend of mine called me recently to check on me... after all the chitchat, we started exchanging emails...she tells me she has a friend with a timeshare on the beach on the east coast. *happy dance* She invites me to go along *happy dance* I immediately say yes. I wouldn't have to pay for a thing, just get my ass on a plane and all else will be handled. That sounded so good to me my mouth watered. I asked if her friend would be joining us or would it be just us girls..... just us girls and her friend (male) might join us for one night just to say hello. Aiight, cool. So she gives me the 'friend's' email address, I email him, asking questions about the timeshare, where it was exactly, how big, can you see the beach (y'all know I'm anal...I need details!).... he emails me back, tells me everything... he cc's my old buddy.


The next email I get is forwarded to me by mistake by my old friend......she tells me she is leaving her office in a few minutes and will call me.... underneath her information is a direct email to her from timeshare guy that says 'well according to her pictures on face.book. she is kinda on the FAT side'.



*pause*



Now before I even tell you how that stung and the reason it stung is maybe because it's true and all that stuff, I will just say that I read that email close to a thousand times. How would I even respond to that? How do you deal with your friend's friend who thinks you're fat?



*pause*



First, I responded to all, and said NICE, VERY NICE.... then I got mad. Then I told my friend to not even be concerned about me joining her at the timeshare, because frankly my idea of a relaxing vacation does not include some guy I don't even know giving me the side eye because I want to put a tank top on. Honestly, I'll pass on someone who would actually say that's hospitality.

The word FAT bothers me. I know I'm plus sized, LARGE, thick, hell... even overweight. But I have NEVER referred to myself as fat, even if others have thought so. I've seen photos of myself, both good and bad, and thought 'damn, I look puffy in that picture' or 'triple damn, I need to get rid of that shirt' or 'good LORD, they will be returning me to the wild very soon!'.. never once have I said 'I look fat in that picture'.

I'm not in denial about the fat that I have on my body. Not in denial about how MUCH fat there is on my body, especially my ass. I went over and over it in my head, you are fat, you are fat, you are fat, others see you are fat, others say (obviously in writing) that you are fat. Damn.
If it was a false statement, would I be hurt by some man I don't even know judging me? If it wasn't true, why would I give a shit?

These thoughts are running through my mind.....
To be continued....

A quiet weekend...

I was feeling a bit funny on Friday. I knew I didn't have plans for the weekend, but Friday afternoon I felt the 'beginnings' of a migraine headache. It was just a dull sensation that seemed to be ongoing regardless of what I did or didn't do. So by Saturday morning at 1:38am, I felt like I was being hit in the head with a hammer.... the pain was so bad I ended up in the emergency room throwing up and crying my eyes out. *sigh* So much for my easy, quiet weekend. Damn hormones.
At any rate, I've been in bed since I got home from the ER yesterday.... and this is the list of things I've noticed:
1) I pay fitty eleven million dollars for all these damn cable channels and can't find anything to watch on tv.
2) My neighbor's dog gets very lonely when they leave him at home because he whines his ass off.
3) Morphine shots in your hip are not fun and make your colon unhappy.
4) I need new pillows.
5) Jello, applesauce and a banana is not a significant amount of food when you eat it, but when you throw it up, it seems like a 7 course meal.
6) My sister does not understand the meaning of 'I'm asleep can *I* call *YOU* back?'
7) I can't believe there was a movie on Skin.a.max. that was called 'The De.vil. wears Na.da'
8) I'm really cranky when I'm thirsty.

Better still...

Here is my newest list of ramblings: (the first of a few lists....)

1) I want some comfort food - and by comfort food I mean something with gravy, some lasagna, some macaroni & cheese. All the stuff that could be potentially bad for you and is not in my diet right now. *says a cuss (not curse) word*
2) NO, Ery.kah.Ba.Du. that was NOT.CUTE. I understand you did that for the shock factor and publicity, but not everyone sees your work as 'art'.
3) It's the second week of April and it will be 84 degrees this week. I'm not looking forward to Summer because we are gonna FRY. And this pollen is getting on my nerves.
4) I have a stack of magazines and 2 books I haven't read because I keep forgetting I have them.
5) Mr. Aries is upstairs taking a nap... who naps at 7:30 in the damn evening?
6) PMDD has started already this month. I feel like the last round of it just ended.... maybe this one will be better than the last?
7) I took the rugrats to the movies yesterday. They wore me the hell out.

On a rainy Wednesday...

I'm still not over my hormone hump. Not sure WTF is going on this month, but be damned I'm still a cranky bitch! Awwww shit. Caffeine. That's what it is, I bet. I've been indulging in it a bit with coffee and word has it, caffeine makes the hormones go nuts. Great... gotta wait this one out.
I know (because I'm STILL hormonal) that I'm reacting to things with much more emotion than I normally would. The anxiety, insecurity and (what seems like) blackhole depression just overwhelm me and I don't see the sunnyside end in sight.

I wish there as an iPhone app for that.

It's Friday.

I have a column deadline over the next few weeks that I know nothing about, re:the subject.
The money/budget part? I got that. But there is another magazine issue coming up where I just have to admit my ignorance. Enter my friend Tex. Y'all should find her.... her trickass (that's a compliment when I talk about those I love) is on my blog roll. SHE is the one that I can run my ideas by and will say, OH! you can do this! and OH! you can do that.... while I sit and shrug like, okay, aiight, really? I always refer to her as my friend that quotes all that UNIVERSE shit: you know the Universe is telling you something! Love is a mushroom, grown from shit by the Universe! The Universe WANTS YOU!

*pause*

I can honestly say that I have a very diverse group of friends. They all bring a different personality and life experience to the table. Yes, they are ALL crazy in their only little way. I mean, aren't we all crazy? Crazy *is* relative, right?

So. Happy Friday, my crazy friends! I love ya!

Yes. My family puts the CRAY in CRAYZEE.

I have 3 nephews that melt my heart. The oldest turned 15 yesterday and since I was in the delivery and was the first to hold him, he has always been my baby. Because I don't have kids of my own, I 'adopted' my sister's. I call them everyday to tell them I love them. I spoil them rotten, they have an open door to my home that no one else has. I never thought my heart could be so heavy with love for kids that weren't 'technically' mine, but when nephew number 2 was born, my heart got bigger... and then number 3 and my heart got bigger once again!

Growing up, my childhood was not the most rosey. As a matter of fact, both my mother and father have ISSUES. I worked hard once I moved out for college to never go back to the city I grew up in and to make sure my life left a positive light on the world at large.
That's why I'm so involved in my nephew's lives. I want them to leave a positive influence and light on the world with their presence.
I've had so many people tell me I would be/make a wonderful mother. And I always say 'thank you' or 'I appreciate that'... I won't lie and say my uterus hasn't been twitching lately. But what I will admit is that having my own child, being a parent, being responsible for another little person's life scares the beheebies out of me. I don't know if I have the patience. I don't know if there will ever be a right time. But really what it boils down to is I don't want to become my Mother. No matter how much you try, or how much therapy or how much help you have in your mate, you will always retain some characteristics of how you were raised and habits you were taught. That scares me. ALOT. I have to work on it everyday.

W.T.H...

So in the end, it really IS true that men are visual.


I get to listen to all of them SAY 'the smart woman, the respectful woman, the accomplished woman' is the one they want to take home to Mom... but in the end, it's the one that has the slutty... oh, my bad... REVEALING pictures on Face.book or the one's that have the ditzy ass laugh at your dumb jokes that really get all the attention. The 'attractive' woman that is tasteful only gets a blink and a pass, but the one who is a bad girl gets the attention.



The reason for my rant? Mr. Aries has a male cousin, an attractive, accomplished, intelligent guy, who is stable... etc... the stuff that women are looking for. He met a really nice, attractive, intelligent, accomplished and stable woman. He likes her, she is tasteful, respectful, he took her to a family gathering or 2, even brought her to Christmas dinner (being a single guy who lost his mom a couple of years back, we invite him to holiday dinner here)... you could tell she was very into him and he was into her.... what's the problem? She saw his face.book page where he was sending some revealing pictures and messages to some chick who had the name... let's just call her Aloe.Vera.... the attraction to THIS woman? She has freaky pictures all open on the networking site for you to see.... and he LIKES that she shows her boobs, her legs and is nude, though covered by a sheet, in one picture. Oh, but this is okay, because its face.book and its not a big deal, right? Of course not! Just because you are licking the computer screen over some aloe ho, its just fine! So his lady friend asked him about it.... and he got MAD and broke it off with her.

*pause*
*reflect*

I am SO irritated. You have something open on your facebook page. She asked you about it. You cop an attitude? Do you think this aloe vera fishnet trick was worth it?
Oh, so the reason I'm venting about it? Because he had the nerve to look for backup from Mr. Aries over here the other day. I sat and stirred. Bit my tongue, bit my lip... until he asked me what I thought.
*pause*
I told him he needed to think with something other than his dick.
Mr. Aries was... shall we say.... not expecting me to say that.

UGH. Some men just make my ass itch. And not in a good way.

Are you afraid?

What stops you from doing what you need to do?
This is post is all over the place, so be prepared before you read it!
I’ve been really selfish lately. I have a lot of things that go on within my scary head during my hellish 2 weeks that I work out by really keeping to myself. I have never been a chatter, a talker, someone who has to tell their issues and business to someone else. I’m the quiet one, the one you come to for an unbiased opinion. Nothing really phases me, so it appears, on the outside. But on the inside, there is a war. Not the kind you see on the.history.channel. but the kind where there is a good vs. evil type thing. I consider myself a pretty much straight forward kinda woman. If there is something up, I’m going to tell you to your face, not hint around about it, not send someone else a text. I've read so many blogs lately where there seems to be some hidden meaning or some ‘secret society’ of weenie asses. What is keeping you from moving forward to do what you need to do? Are you afraid you will hurt someone’s feelings? Are you afraid of yourself – that taking this step might mean you have to continue on the path to NOT being a weenie? Are you afraid the thing you do will backfire? Do you want to live your life afraid of how others will see you ALL the time?
I also had a struggle to get over myself. For those of you who read this and don’t know what this means, the best way to describe it is I had to realize it’s not all about me all the time. Oh well. It was as if a voice in my head was telling me to get over it. Really. There is nothing I can do about it/them/that, they are not crying over me, so what the hell am *I* doing? Get over yourself, Green. And that’s what I did.
I never wanted to become the high maintenance friend. The kind of friend that always had something negative to say and never had a smile or a kind word or made you roll your eyes when you saw their name on the caller ID or heard that creepy ringtone you assigned them in your cellie. I was always the one who had friends grow away from me, not the other way around. And yet, because of my actions nowadays with trying to better my life, trying to keep myself away from others when I am feeling negative, trying to stop repeating the same actions that got me further from my goals, rather than closer, I seem to be growing away from my comfort zone. I could take the weenie way out and be afraid and scared and not continue. Or I can keep going and going and going ala ener.gizer.bun.ny. until it all comes together.
And that’s what I’m gonna do. When it all comes together, I am gonna burst with pride AND I’ll have another 30 or so haters to shake off.

Yes, Ms.Green will be killing these hoes softly.

Aiight, Curvy Jones.... here are the 7.

http://diaryofcurvyjones.com/2010/daily-grind/id-like-to-thank-the-academy/

Seven little known things about your girl, GreenEyes:

1) I have an addiction to H.G.T.V. I watch it every night. Doesn't matter what show, if it's on H.G.T.V. I'm going to watch it.

2) I set my alarm every weeknight, but since I'm an insomniac, I'm always up to turn it off before it goes off in the morning.

3) I have nothing on the walls of my house because Mr. Aries and I disagree on Art. I like abstract, he likes human interest, so our compromise is nothing. *cracks up*

4) I bartended my way through college.

5) I eat the same breakfast 6 days a week: scrambled eggs with spinach and onion and a piece of toast.

6) I have a blanket I cannot sleep without. Yes, it's my Linus blanket. I even take it with me on trips.

7) I listen to talk radio in the morning on the way to work, but hate it on my drive home. For the drive home, it's LOUD.RAP.ONLY.

It's the weekend eve...

And I'm rambling:

Holiday weeks (yes, our company was off on President's.Day) always seem long as hell to me. It's like the hours between noon and 4 take 8 hours to actually pass. I swear I looked at the clock at 1:58 because I had a meeting at 2 and 4 hours later it was only 2:30. WTH?
I'm really about tired of this rollercoaster weather we are having. One day its 32 degrees, today it was 72. Do I need winter clothes or summer clothes? Do I need my boots or do I need to bust out some flip.flops?
Why the hell do people take their lunch in the bathroom at work? Like you go to warm up your lean.cuisine. your smart.one. or your lunch from home, take it out of the microwave and then on the way back to your desk you remember you had to pee? So you take your food in the work bathroom? That grosses me the hell out.
I think I'm going to bed early tonight. Wonder if that means I'm getting old?

The stigma of mental illness.

PMDD. I never thought it would happen to me.


I live with a man who is very ANTI-drug, anti-psychiatry, anti-'tell your problems to someone else and expect a prescription to make it all better'. I used to be that way. I had a rough childhood that very few people know about. As a child, hearing the same negative phrases repeated to you over and over about becoming nothing in life, you begin to believe it. So as an adult, I had alot... ALOT... and in case you didn't get that... ALOT of issues to work through. I believe I have indeed worked through them, but it wasn't easy. I still have to catch myself every now and then. Nearly 6 years ago, around the time I turned 30, something started happening to me. Every few weeks I would get irritated over little things. Then I would start crying for no reason, then get raging mad, then suddenly feel like I was in a deep dark pit of sadness that would just overwhelm me. It was like a bad dream that would last for days at a time. I would keep my office door closed all day, never answer the phone, I would email only because the thought of actually talking to someone disgusted me. I would wear all black to work, go straight home from the office, take a shower and get in bed. Yes. It was THAT bad. This would last up until my *monthly visitor* showed up and the day after that I would be fine. Smiling, laughing, chatting, things were fine. It was freaky. I really hate to use the 'Jekyll & Hyde' cliche' but it was exactly like that.

So I mentioned this to my doctor during a visit about a sinus issue. She said it sounded like I had a classic case of 'hormonal imbalance'... and gave me a little something to take everyday. And the only way I can describe how that 'little something' made me feel everyday? NUTS. I thought I was losing my damn mind. So back to the doctor I went again. And again. And again. Then got referred to a specialist, then a shrink, then I started doing my own research online and keeping a journal of what days felt like hell and what days didn't. And I found a doctor. A real doctor who listened to me, talked to me about other patients who had my same symptoms, and started a treatment plan to make sure that I stayed level the entire month.

I struggle with using the phrase 'treatment for mental illness' for myself because if I had a quarter for everytime I heard 'you just need to exercise!' or 'if you take some blue treetrunk oil caplets and 3 jingleberries (or insert whatever supplement here) each day, you'll be fine!' or 'oh, its JUST pms, women in the olden days ran entire households, washed the car, mowed the lawn, changed the oil in their cars AND managed to breast feed back then! You don't have ANY of that stress, so you should be able to handle it!' I'd be one filthy rich Green.Eyed.Bitch. But I know none of that is true for me. I know that 2 weeks out of the month if I don't do as my doctor tells me to, I am a Jekyll.and.Hyde. PMDD = PMS on steroids. And yet, compared to someone that has bi.polar.dis.order or anxiety so severe they can't leave their house, PMDD seems relatively easy, simple, not so serious. Compared to those with chemical imbalances in their brains, PMDD seems like 'mental illness light' instead of heavy. The stigma that society envelopes around mental illness really saddens me. And moreso, the fact that I used to be one of those people - putting all crazy people in one group, a group that couldn't solve their own problems and were just wimps and couldn't buck up to handle business. I guess it takes something happening to you or someone close to you to change your mind.
Seeking help is not a bad thing. Getting help is not a bad thing. Taking meds your doctor recommends to help you through a difficult time or to help you back to happiness is damn sure not a bad thing.

To Valentine or not to Valentine?

When I was kid, I remember my mother having hormone issues. She would actually spend a couple of days in bed, in pain, sleeping and yelling at us for no reason.

My goal as an adult was to make sure I didn't become my mother. I have never have the family that inspired sappy greeting cards. My mother and grandmother and great grandmother had hormone issues that they called just PMS. About 5 years ago, I found myself with something I also thought was PMS.... except it was PMS on steroids. Enter PMDD. For 2 weeks out of the month, I'm so irritated, depressed, angry and very VERY indifferent to whatever situation presents itself. All that translates to being a complete and total BITCH... all the way around.
My code to my friends used to be 'IT HAS BEGUN' and that was the signal that meant get ready for hormonal GreenEyes.
SO... all that to say Valentine's Day rolled around this year smack dab in the middle of this 2 week hell. I knew I was in trouble when I walked into the Grocery Store and it was all PINK and RED... balloons, flowers, candy, stuffed animals. I almost hurled.
Yes, friends, it made me nauseated to even see the commercialism that has become Valentine's day.
I have about 4 more days of hormone hell and then its back to my regularly scheduled programming. Say a prayer, since Lent is in 2 days and my goal is to give up soda and *gulp* alcohol.

WTF Friday....

This is going to be a new tradition on the pages of Green Eyes.

Because I'm an admitted news junkie, the first thing I do when I get home (this is after I sit my stuff down, take off this damn bra and kick off my shoes) is turn on the news. I have Associated.Press and Time.Magazine updates on my Black.berry. I have an active CNN ticker on my taskbar at work. Yes, I'm a news junkie. Proud to admit it.

SO, I get home yesterday, turn on the news and the top story is some 'sky.eye' breaking news story about how some male (I won't even call him a man, since his actions are not of a true man) is on the run..... after he gets pulled over for a routine traffic stop, he gives the officer the wrong name. As the officer leaves to go back to his vehicle to run the name through the system, the MALE jumps out of his truck and takes off running. Officer chases, losing the male.
Sounds 'news worthy' enough, right? Nothing that would warrant more than a minute on the news, right? Well..... homie left his 4 year old daughter IN THE TRUCK alone. AND had an open can of beer in the cupholder.
*pause*
WTF? Your foul ass just leaves your 4 year old daughter in the truck because you feel like running from the cops? You are transporting your 4 year old daughter and downing some beer at the same time?
His foul ass is still on the run. He needs his ass straight up beat when he gets caught.