Seriously people, I might as well have a long green nose, tall black hat and broom. This little munchkin inside of me has turned me into a full tilt be-otch this week. I can’t sleep, I can’t write, I can’t have fun and all I want to do is eat and cry. Oh the joys of pregnancy. I sit down to write a blog post and my mind is totally crowded, like a musty old attic full of antiques, with my to-do list. Unfortunately my “to -do’s” often include staring angrily into space as I contemplate the horrors of this universe. Really, I am lovely company right now…care to come for a visit?
The things I love, my family, exercise and So You Think You Can Dance, have received the brunt of my hormonal tirade this week and for that I am sorry. I promise to get better. In four months. And then another 6-8 weeks after that. Crap - let’s just face it - for the remainder of 2009 I will continue to be a pain in the ass.
I know I haven’t posted pictures or done anything really useful on the blog for a while.I sit down at night, stare at my laptop in disgust and proceed to fall asleep on the couch 15 minutes into whatever show I insist that we watch. I have been feeling terrible for not posting my Friday Beauty Reviews but right now I just feel like I hate everything so how could I honestly review any product? Even something simple as eyeliner is bound to make me cry right now because it doesn’t go on right or my eyes are crooked or I am too fat to put make-up on. I know, as I type it, I hear the ridiculousness of it.
Anyhow, my internal discord and internet malaise is surely fleeting and I will be back full tilt to writing soon. In the meantime, if you see a pregnant woman, tell her she looks lovely and not at all like her face is a balloon that might pop at any moment.
P.S. - I know MJ was a total wack-job but seriously, how great was his music? Don’t you remember memorizing the Thriller dance or moonwalking in your bathroom? How about the We Are the World video on MTV? Ah, the good old days.
