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Some weeks, you just can’t win.
I’ll be crawling into a hole day. See you tomorrow.
If you look at a picture of my bridesmaids, you’ll see a pretty even line between them. Aside from my sister, three were friends from college and three were friends from childhood. A perfect balance of silver and gold.
I of course treasure all my friendships, but there’s something about the ones that have lasted 20 plus years that really make me stop and think. These women have known me through basically every milestone since potty training. (One was probably potty training in the same room with me, actually.) They know why I am who I am, how my family and life experiences have shaped my future.
We all change as we get older, and many of the friendships of childhood are no longer. Even the ones from high school that I thought would be there forever. Which is why I’ve been struggling after an argument I had this weekend with one of those lifelong friends. It was brief, it was mostly through text messaging, but it cut to the core.
The details of the argument aren’t important, but it kept me up at night wondering how the words could hurt so much. In the end, I figured out it was because this woman knows me inside and out. Knows my soul and knew exactly what to say to throw me into full guilt mode.
It sucked.
We talked yesterday and while nothing was exactly resolved, the problem was brushed under the rug and moved away from. We even transitioned right back into normal conversation.
But I’m still thinking about it. And it’s still bothering me.
So value your friendships, OK? And be careful with those you love. Especially the super sensitive ones, like me.
30 Day Shred update: It will probably end up more like the 45 Day Shred because I don’t do it every day. However, despite Jillian Michaels hiding some serious balls in her sweatpants which I’d like to kick as she pushes me through one more push up, this program WORKS.
Yesterday I saw my mom and as she was walking behind me, she remarked to my sister that I looked buff. I haven’t even attempted Level 2 yet, but there is clear definition in my arms and my stomach is flatter and if that can all happen in 10 days, I have faith that in 30 (or 45 — whatever), I’ll be really pleased.
Twilight update: WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD.
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I just started book 3 of Breaking Dawn and…well, I’m not really liking it. DON’T TELL ME HOW IT ENDS, but I have to admit, I’m kind of disappointed with the direction it’s going. What can I say, I must have a soft spot for Jacob.
And this baby thing? Half human, half vampire? Ehhh. I thought that the original Twilight and Eclipse were the best ones.
So I just made it through when Bella finishes her transformation and I’m holding out hope that this last section of the book will leave me liking it when I finish.
This is not to say that I didn’t get hooked. I practically busted down my friend’s door when I found out my usual source had loaned out the last book and I couldn’t get my hands on it. I accosted this other friend with text messages until she was able to place it in my hands as I interrupted her busy Saturday because I NEEDED IT!
Ugh, I think they need to develope a pill for Twilight addiction.
- Sun! Sun, sun, sun, sunny sun. I am going outside as soon as I’m done writing this.
- The 30 Day Shred is getting easier. I’m about a week in and already notice a difference in my arms and stamina. I hear Level 2 has a lot of planks, though. I’m not too thrilled about that.
- I had birthday cake last night. I love birthday cake.
- SUN.
- Yesterday, I bought the CUTEST little outfit for my friend’s son. It made my ovaries dance in a million circles.
- My sister is staying till Tuesday.
- Kodiak appears to have Lyme as we suspected. This isn’t good news, but it is treatable and therefor not something majorly scary. In addition to his antibiotics, we gave him a pain pill last night that seemed to bring him back to his old self.
- It’s not raining. So there’s sun. Did I mention the sun? No? Well, it’s sunny!!!!!
What’s making you smile today?
Happy weekend!
The air in my house has been tainted for a few days. Not only did Michael’s seasonal allergies hit him like a ton of bricks, but he developed a head cold on top of it (“Swine Flu! I must have Swine Flu!” — Typical male sick overreacting drama).
Determined not to catch whatever was oozing out of his nose, I’ve been washing my hands like crazy and chugging Airborne like it’s going out of style. But there’s that pesky fact that he’s my husband and I sleep next to him and all that jazz.
I woke up this morning and my throat hurts.
I refuse to allow this cold to win so I’m upping the fight with Vitamin C and tea and more Airborne and whatever else I can get my hands on. Anyone got any fail-proof cold remedies?
Will. Not. Get. Sick.
Also, Mr. Kodiak has been not himself the last couple days. He’s become a little lethargic and his shaky on the leg he had surgery on. He’s going to the vet for some blood work this afternoon and my motherly instincts are kicked into high gear. I was almost in tears looking into his big brown eyes last night, wishing he could just tell me what hurts. My first guess is that he has another flair-up of Lymes Disease, which is unfortunately really common here in the Northeast.
Stupid ticks.
We should know by 5 o’clock what’s wrong so cross your fingers it’s an easy fix!
Alright, I’m off to take care of my sick boys. Let’s hope there’s someone healthy left to take care of me! (Sister — you might want to get a Swine Flu mask. Just saying.)
My sister has been visiting me for a few days and it’s been awesome. I forget when we’re apart how much fun it is to be around her all the time. Even though I know I don’t have to entertain her, I feel a sort of responsibility to find fun things to do while she’s here. While running errands, exercising, cleaning the house and reading Twilight (well, I’m actually on to Eclipse) is good enough for me, I worry that she’s bored.
Of course the weather in Rhode Island has been cool and rainy and since she’s still recovering from gallbladder surgery, she can’t walk around for too long.
So we’ve shopped. And ate. And played cards and laughed and talked. And she doesn’t even make fun of me when I Shred. Not too much, at least.
We also made cupcakes, which were quite delicious.
In her words, she’s the closet thing I have on the planet to a twin — getting our genetic makeup from the same two people. I’m so unbelievably lucky to have her.
Growing up, I LOVED Barbies. I used to spend hours playing with them, dressing them, styling their hair. As a matter of fact, Totally Hair Barbie (complete with her own bottle of Dep hair gel) — her long crimped blonde hair flowing — was my absolute favorite. She was totally hot, totally cool, Totally Hair Barbie. (It’s sad I remember that. It’s even more sad I just looked up the commercial.)
As I remember, most of Barbie’s outfits were form fitting and came with multiple super high heels. And I’m sure everyone has heard people complaining at some point that Barbie is too sexy for young girls and gives them unrealistic expectations of what a woman’s body should look like.
But my Barbies were also doctors and vets and teachers and construction workers and whatever else I wanted them to be. I never really had any problems with them.
But maybe Barbie has gone too far now? Totally Stylin’ Tattoos Barbie (clever, Mattel…maybe we should leave the “Totally” stuff in 1992) comes with tattoos for both Barbie and you. I don’t have a problem with the butterflies and the sparkly hearts that come with the doll. They look more like stickers than anything else.
But maybe they went too far with the lower back Ken tattoo?
The question that’s circulating around the Internets is this: did this tattoo cross a line? Is Mattel just keeping up with today’s culture or are they projecting the wrong message to young, impressionable girls?
An entire week with my litte sister. She’s looking forward to making fun of me during the Shred.
Happy weekend!
