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19 May 2012

eight things I am certain of today


1//   Watching what you eat is TOUGH...and can make you miserable at times, especially when your stomach is prone to growling a really high decible level, much higher than is socially acceptable.

2//  I have the back of an 85-year-old woman. Really. Waking up with an achin' back every day is getting old. And not being able to lift heavy things is proving very inconvenient at a job where we're switching out displays daily. A walker or a cane is in the very near future for me.

3//  A trip to McDonald's must never happen. Ever. Especially when one has been eating fairly healthy as of late - I am fairly certain that there is such a thing as a fast food hangover, where your brain shuts off and suddenly gravity's effects are 1,000 times stronger than before said McDonald's trip. It's been 24 hours, and my food baby is still very much alive and kicking - his name is Ronald in case you were wondering, for obvious reasons.

4//  Polka dots on everything is a good idea. Especially one's toenails.

5//  Looking at baby pictures of yourself is a funny thing - it's hard to fathom that you are actually the same person, just stretched out in all areas with a little more wear and tear on you. I can't help but think of the things I would tell the little girl in those pictures if I had the chance {I did try, in this post}.

6//  I don't think I've cooked a meal at my house in over a month. It's depressing, really, seeing as how I enjoy cooking very much. It's the grocery-shopping-for-one thing that I haven't gotten down yet. I've only been doing it for 7 years though, so can you blame me?

7//  I got my hair cut today, and it was kind of life changing. Ever have that feeling when you haven't cut your hair in a year {I know what you're thinking - gross, right?} and you can't wait to change it up a bit? I felt like my hair itself weighed 25 pounds {which it may, that's how much I have}. I have always had this bizarre attachment to my hair and the idea of taking scissors to it is terrifying to me. I think it's because when I was six, I told this woman I wanted her to take just a few inches off, and to her a few inches meant like 8 {a few is 3, fyi lady}. Suffice it to say, the floodworks of tears ensued shortly after and I looked very much like a little boy for a year or so. So for twenty years, I have kept my hair past my shoulders.  I sparked these blondish locks of mine right up - a little brightening was in order. It was a great day, people.

8//  I thoroughly enjoy hearing people talking to themselves as I myself do this ALL.THE.TIME. And sometimes I get caught {awkward} and sometimes I don't get caught{still awkward}.

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