The skin that keeps on giving

I really have the worst skin. Why, days before an event is my chin about to erupt like I'm a 16 year old about to go to her prom. I had the puberty skin, the pregnancy skin, the pms skin & now the peri menopause skin. That's a self diagnosis of peri menopause. I just have no other excuse for my crazed hormones. I don't understand why skin is like an oil slick on my face but there isn't enough lotion in the modern world for the skin on my legs. I can only guess that these same hormones are the ones that ran off laughing with my sex drive & haven't returned yet, much to Ken's disappointment. So for the next few days I guess it will be a strict regimen of salicylic acid & benzoyal peroxide. Wish me luck!

A mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste

Foggy, fuzzy & forgetful. Why does having your period have to suck? While driving today I felt so out of it & fuzzy headed that I was actually thinking that I was a danger to myself & others! I left my cell phone at work & I think I messed up my Dad's birthday cake. I threw all the ingredients in the bowl & started mixing away. I noticed it looked a little thick. I stopped the mixer & thought I would scrape down the sides of the bowl to see if that would help, no. I started mixing it again knowing it did not look right. I looked at my recipe thinking did I mess up on the liquids? Then minutes later I see 4 eggs on the counter sitting there saying hey you fuzzy headed fool did you forget something? Ugh! So I threw them in & hoped for the best. We'll see. It's chocolate so how bad can it be. I might add that part of my head fog is not helped in any way by Cullen quizzing me all afternoon on which Beetle sang which song & if they had a beard or a mustache...yeah...sigh. My only light at the end of my foggy tunnel is the bottle of Shiraz that is waiting with arms wide open for me. Chilling in the fridge saying forget the eggs friend, I'll make it allllll better.

Sigh.....

February 5, 2009

Ahhhh, that's how I hope I will feel after venting. Lately I can't get out of my own head so I thought this might be a therapeutic & drug free alternative. We'll see...

So, why are kids so mean to my sweet boy by the name of Evan. He has many friends but it seems at lunch they turn into little jerks. It's always something, he's either a "man lady" because he's a vegetarian & likes egg salad or he's gross for drinking soy milk. Today's lunch was about the very gross soy milk. Never mind that they are drinking cow's breast milk full of antibiotics & hormones! What ever happened to mind you own funking nutrition-less lunch dude! Really, is it so hard to teach our kids some tolerance & respect & a little mind your own business. It's funny to me that Evan has to defend his fully nutritious & yummy lunch but no one ever has to defend the garbage that is in their own lunch box. SIGH...I do feel better.

It's like vomiting your crappy day in to cyberspace.