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Excuses, Excuses
I've been a bad blogger. I had one hell of a summer. This summer I have done a lot of new, interesting and bettering things. While I know these are no excuse here are my... excuses.
I moved into my first solo apartment. And let me tell you, living alone is AMAZING. The Rehn and I don't have to wear pants, we have quiet study time, and sometimes I don't put the laundry away right away. (Which is actually not a good thing) Living alone is also hard because there are a ton more bills that come with it than I thought there would be so I'm basically living the true college experience and living off peanut butter and jelly. But hey, at least it's decent? But I can honestly say I am doing this and I am independent and that is the most amazing feeling in the world.
I moved into my first solo apartment. And let me tell you, living alone is AMAZING. The Rehn and I don't have to wear pants, we have quiet study time, and sometimes I don't put the laundry away right away. (Which is actually not a good thing) Living alone is also hard because there are a ton more bills that come with it than I thought there would be so I'm basically living the true college experience and living off peanut butter and jelly. But hey, at least it's decent? But I can honestly say I am doing this and I am independent and that is the most amazing feeling in the world.
Want to feel old? What the kids are saying part 43243
Since I am SO OVER finals... and I am running out of ways to procrastinate (Yes, even went to gym as a homework break... I know.. I might be ill) here is the latest in the line of "that's what the kids are saying these days?!?!" to make you feel as old as I feel every time I go home.
I swear, sometimes going to talk to my sisters needs an urban dictionary all the time. They speak a different language. Here are a few things I go out of them this last trip home:
I swear, sometimes going to talk to my sisters needs an urban dictionary all the time. They speak a different language. Here are a few things I go out of them this last trip home:
The Struggle is Real: Fights with my Ovaries
I know, I have been a bad blogger and have not blogged in AGES. Forgive me.
Here is a bit of my thoughts and musings from today:
Women's ovaries are like bats with sonar .... A woman can see, hear, be in same general vicinity of a small baby and suddenly PING! It's like the spidey sense is tingling. There's a baby in the area!!!!
Despite where one is in their life .... Married, not married, school, fully protected by birth control... A woman cannot help but find small baby, coo loudly and look longingly with puppy eyes.
Then I , being the oddball I am, have to have a chat with the ovaries. It usually goes something like this:
Me: "Be still ladies! We have a million things to accomplish! School, marriage, job..."
Ovaries: "You hate us! We give you a nice egg every month and this is how you repay our kindness and gifts ?!? "
Me: "Ladies please!"
Ovaries: "You'll pay for this! We are friends with Uterus and this month we are gonna make sure it hurts !"
Me: "Why!!"
All of this occurs in a span of two minutes or until theoffending sweet sweet baby is out of sight, smell, earshot ....
The struggle is real.
Here is a bit of my thoughts and musings from today:
Women's ovaries are like bats with sonar .... A woman can see, hear, be in same general vicinity of a small baby and suddenly PING! It's like the spidey sense is tingling. There's a baby in the area!!!!
Despite where one is in their life .... Married, not married, school, fully protected by birth control... A woman cannot help but find small baby, coo loudly and look longingly with puppy eyes.
Then I , being the oddball I am, have to have a chat with the ovaries. It usually goes something like this:
Me: "Be still ladies! We have a million things to accomplish! School, marriage, job..."
Ovaries: "You hate us! We give you a nice egg every month and this is how you repay our kindness and gifts ?!? "
Me: "Ladies please!"
Ovaries: "You'll pay for this! We are friends with Uterus and this month we are gonna make sure it hurts !"
Me: "Why!!"
All of this occurs in a span of two minutes or until the
The struggle is real.
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