- 5 days to Opening Day!
- 6 days to The Shield!
- 9 days to my first game of the season!
- 11 days to my birthday!
I love April!
Is it some kind of omen that while during my spring cleaning frenzy today I knocked over the Andy Pettitte bobblehead?
Feel better Andy, I've waited 3 whole years to see you back in the 'stripes.
The advent of spring has made me take a cold hard look at my closet. Which made me very depressed because I realized that I have no! none! clothes that fit me. So this morning I headed out for that particular torture known as shopping. I can't stand the crowds, the rudeness, the trying-on and oh yeah, the paying. Just finding something I want to try on is a challenge. I'm quite fussy about the fabrics that touch my body, I can't stand the thought of wearing anything polyester. It especially doesn't make sense for warmer weather clothes - it's like wearing a plastic bag. And then of course there's the whole size thing. No matter how much weight I lose or gain no size fits me right. I have some sort of freaky body shape going on. Big stomach + wide hips + narrow top + plus the whole petite thing equals Lisa standing in the try on room crying. Good times I tell you. I did come away with a few tops (cotton is fashion! yeah!) and without killing anyone. I came very close to pushing this one German tourist girl down the escalator in Macy's (oh so tempting) and when did it become acceptable for store clerks to process your payment without even acknowledging your presence?
I have a disease. It’s not contagious or life-threatening but it is life-altering. It means I can’t just run out the door at a moment’s notice, sometimes I can’t leave the house at all. It means that I define my life by good days & bad. It means that I’m always thinking and worrying about my bodily functions. Sometimes it means I have to cancel plans last minute. It definitely means that I have had to change the way I live my life.
What really pisses me off is how some people react to this. To get people to understand what I’m going through I tell them to imagine the worst case of the runs they ever had, then multiple by 10. That’s what I usually deal with every day. And that’s a good day. Just because it’s not something you can see, or something you haven’t heard about before doesn’t make it any less serious or fucked up for me. And when I tell you I can’t eat a certain food you are preparing (for the dinner which you invited me to!) don’t tell me “just to eat around it”. Or when I cancel plans don't say “you were fine on Sunday" or "what else is new." That's not being very nice and that’s not being a friend, that’s being an asshole.
I feel like Tarahas challenged me to write a happy post – and challenging it is for about a bazillion reasons you care nothing about. I sit here searching my brain for some good news to share:
*Less than 2 weeks to go til opening day.
*I got some new kick-ass sunglasses.
*Our every Tuesday early morning meeting has been changed to every other week.
*I love it when the BF’s kids talk about the excursions and things we’ve done together. It totally confirms what I’ve known all along (I rock) but what really thrills me is the tone they use – they are almost bragging –but not quite-like, we get to do these cool things and you don’t.
*Todd R. is doing some touring in the northeast this spring & we might go to AC to see him.
*There are 3 paydays in March, not just the usual two. That means I have some money to pay for my new kick-sunglasses.
Wow, 6 things and that didn’t even take very long. I’m impressed.
Oh, and this!
had me laughing my ass off.
Dear A-Rod,
Shut up already. You are a dickwad. Please stop it now. Thank you.
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Dear Mr. I'm-Walking-Up-The-Stairs-In-A-Crowded-Train-Station-Yet-I-Still-Need-To-Text-As-I-Walk:
You too are a dickwad. Please stop it now. Thank you.
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Dear Intenstines:
You are making my life a living hell. Please stop it now. Thank you.
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If misery loves company why the hell am I still alone?
things that people asked me for today at work:
-stamp
-cigarette
-gum
-tylenol
I have alot on my mind, yet strangely I have nothing to say. In lieu of anything substantial here's MSCL reviews of some recent ways I've been spending (wasting?) my time:
Movies
Notes on a Scandal - excellent. worth the $12.
The Departed - quite good. except I was a little confused at the end. loved the use of "gimme shelter" in the beginning. as good as Goodfellas? nah.
TV
24-stupid. yet I keep watching so whose the stupid one?
Lost-even stupider than 24. how much longer will I keep watching?
The Office-absolutely fucking brilliant.
