Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Spread the loves

Anyone who has me on Facebook is aware how much I overuse the "like" button, but it represents real life, I like everything. Newly added recently is a "love" button, along with a "sad" "angry" "wow" "haha". 


But when is it socially appropriate to use the "love" button? Should it be based on a reflection of how close you are to that person in real life? As in, "I haven't seen Jenn since high school and she just LOVED this picture of our daughter, creeeppppyy" Sometimes before I hit the "love" button, I evaluate how close I feel to that person. Will they misinterpret my love? Will they be non-accepting of my love? I always feel so honoured when someone LOVES my stuff. Spread the love people. 

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Foams and fogurt

Of the things I'll miss when I change stages in my life, nights like tonight will make the list. 


Post Judo bubble bath. That's coconut yogurt with blueberry-cicles, and it's delish. Don't believe the carton's expiry date on this one. I bought it back when I was shopping for my grandparents to stay with me. For my birthday. In June. The lid says "June 10/16" but it took me this long to work up the courage to try it. Now the verdict it still out you might say, we shall see how I feel tomorrow, but so far so good. 

Hard to say if I would eventually trade that in for help into this dress, which took an honest 10 minutes and all the yoga flexibility I could muster. 


Someone to negotiate into all my least favourite household chores might sway the vote. But I'm told there's some downsides to living with a sig nif. What's your deal breakers? Comment on my post.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Overseas text

Sometimes when I haven't blogged for a while I wonder if nothing exciting has happened to me, or I'm just not feeling inspired. Tonight I don't know if it was more exciting getting an overseas text at 2am, or that I was actually awake to read it. Don't give me too much credit, I had a nap earlier that got out of hand. Has this happened to you though? The text, not the nap...


It's also worth mentioning I was watching Pink do a cover of Cindy Lauper's "Time after time" when I got the "one more time" text, so naturally, I was tripping balls. So I did what anyone in my generation would do, and I googled it. Of course it did not disappoint. 


Oh! So this is fun! I get scroll to my country code and see where my text is from...


49 is Germany! Now keep in mind, as someone who hasn't done much travelling...ok, that's an understatement. I'ver never left the continent, so the people I know abroad are limited to people I know from here, who have for whatever reason, travelled there. This is a select few, in a select few places. 


Poland!!! Nope. I know nobody. And I'm scared shitless to text them back, because gawd knows what that will cost me on my phone bill. But this document, secret intelligence? Treasure map? The secret of life? With my luck, some poor Polish kid got confused sending their homework for a group project, but dude, that's pretty confused! Also, it is 11:34am on a Saturday there, I googled that too. Plan your time better my little confused friend. Rock on all weekend and do all your homework Sunday night like the C average kid you can be! 



Friday, August 12, 2016

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

TV Society

I got a call while I'm on vacation from my internet service provider offering me a good deal on TV service. I told him I don't have tv service and he laughed at me. Full on cackled. "Well when you do sign up...blah blah blah" Why is it a given that I'll soon get cable vision? 



That night I was watching a few consecutive episodes of Bones on Netflix. After a couple, before it started the next episode, it asked me if I was still watching, and I had to click "yes" for it to continue. Because if I was binge watching and I fell asleep, it would turn off for me. How curteous! 

In unrelated news, I have a couple concerns about our societies reliance on TV...


Monday, August 1, 2016

20,000 Hits

I kept waiting for my blog to hit 20,000 hits so I could celebrate. And by celebrate I mean sing YOUR praises for making this so fun for me. When I write a blog post and less than 5 people read it, it tends to take away from it a little. Not that those 5 people aren't important, thanks Grams, but when 200 people read what I write, it feels impactful. What kind of impact you say? Not much. I'm happy if I make someone laugh on their morning commute. It's you that make it all worth while. When I'm at a friends house party (rare these days I'll admit) and someone says, "I love your blog!" it makes me feel pretty damn good. I'll always say "Do you read my blog? Oh, well I think I'm pretty darn witty..here look me up!"


I see you.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Overly dramatic yeast

I'm about to tell you about the yeast infection that lead to my undoing. You've been warned. If you're choosing to read on, it's at your own risk. 

You might be wondering why I'm deciding to write a blog about something so racy I feel the need to warn you. Since it's the public internet, I always imagine myself walking up to everyone in my life and telling them what I'm writing. My boss. My boyfriends mom. Grams. Ex flings living abroad. My classmates I haven't seen in years. My more reserved family members (yes they do exist). And people not in my life, strangers, future employers. But I think it's important to talk about, for the same reason I did the Underwear Affair. Awareness. I had friends who had miscarriages, and I didn't know how common they were until I started talking to women around me about them. This is no different. Most of the women I've talked to have had a yeast infection at one point, or know about them. Hopefully they laugh a little, or at least find a little camaraderie in my blog. But also if just one woman didn't, I'm finding the courage to share about my experience for them. And to be selfish, writing is how I deal with things. 

Figuring it out. 
So earlier this week, I'd have told you I hit my sexual peak. For sure that's what it was...I wanted to be touched...but the itch for intimacy, then just became an itch. And hot. I slept with an ice pack two nights. So then it's brought to my attention I probably have a yeast infection. And talking to a couple girlfriends, it's super common. Just go to the store and get the cream they said. The pill will change your life they said. 

Buying the treatment 
So I go to the local drugstore, "I'm going to be discreet, I'll buy it from the pharmacy in the back, gawd I'm smart." Until the very moment I walk through the front door, and the alarm starts going off. Not a small alarm, multiple very loud alarms, it gets everyone's attention at the front of the store. I considered running for it. I'd paid for it, right? Who comes to the door to meet me, but the only guy who works for the whole damn company, and happens to come to my work too. I'm mortified. He starts laughing when he sees its me, "did you beep on the way in?" "No." People probably think I look so embarrassed because I stole, until the box comes out. "It's ok" he starts whispering. I almost burst into tears. He deactivates it and I stuff it back in its hiding place before I quickly left the store.

Using the treament
Had I known a little more about the treatment before I used it, I probably wouldn't have used it while at work. But I was super incomfortable, and just assumed it was like taking an Advil. So I came back to work, where I used my lovely box. Remember that experiment in middle school with the giant volcano with baking soda and vinager? That started happening in my pants. I was at my wicket trying to help customers and I was feeling "BUBBLES!! Bubblesbubblesbubbless" 


Unfortunately it soaked through everything I was wearing. Like most experiences us girls have had from a young age with our periods, no one could see it. But it's uncomfortable, and I was trying to weigh out if it's worse than the problem it was solving. When you actually read the box instead of skimming, it tells you to use it at night. When you're horizontal. I asked a female co-worker if they could see it. Two of them knew about my disposition because I confided in them about the trauma at the drugstore. "Are you going to tell Kyle?" One said "she has to" the other one said. 

Telling the new boyfriend 
The gift that keeps on giving. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse for me, I find out that a yeast infection is transmittable. A very small chance, but if he's going to feel a fraction of my discomfort, I want to warn him. A lifesaver in the form of a female friend of mine had dropped off some new clothes for me to wear for the last while at work, so I wasn't still uncomfortable when I talked to him. And of course, he was amazing, like everything else so far. I burst into tears and he just hugged me and told me I was going to be okay. He knew more about it than I did and started educating me about my bits and imbalances and it's nothing I did wrong...I said,"I'm not trying to be overly dramatic about all this..." And he's like, "well.." 

I had three offers to go to the bar that night, and finally I couldn't say no anymore.


But I didn't want to see people anymore. So maybe this is why I said yes: 


I'm starting not to like the term "bad day" because I feel like it's overused. I know people who have a bad day about once a week. Really? How BAD was it? 

I just felt so abandoned by my vagina. How could it do this to me? I thought I'd built a pretty good repor, I thought we had a good thing going. 

But this is how I ended my awful day, Pina Collada sangria in hand, wearing another girls underwear, and hopefully more mature than when I woke up. My friends who have had children were laughing at me, "just you wait" they said.