Stuff my Momma used to say...

"You'd bitch if you were hung with a new rope." Well hell yeah, I would! It would be more itchy than an older one. Sheesh. This came to mind while I was getting ready for work this morning and getting really irritated by...well, everything. Like this typical California weather: one day it's rainy, cold and flooding. The next it's freaking 80 degrees! What the hell? How am I supposed to dig out all of my warmer weather clothes on such short notice? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE this weather. I guess I just don't change gears, or clothes, well. Then there is the fact that my closet is so full I can't barely fit my clothes in there and they always get wrinkled so then I have to iron them. I don't have time for that crap. Yeah, yeah, I KNOW. I need to appreciate it ALL and I do but do you see what my momma was talkin about? I bitch about everything. I really don't like this about myself - so here I go, bitching about that. I just can't win.

Well hello there...

Yes, it has been a while. I REALLY need to use my time more wisely as I have a lot of down time at this job. Mainly because I tend to not like the work and put it off as much as possible. Terrible? I. KNOW! So once again, I'm thinking I need to vent here so at least I'm doing something...constructive? Yeah, right. Who the hell is really reading this crap o'mine? I have these crazy ideas of having a real blog, with like, real content. My photos and thoughts (that make sense) and stuff. Not this hormonal, bi-polar, psycho babbling gibberish I have been (not) posting here. It really is about the hormones. And the sugar. I need serious help but I don't want to take meds. So I have been exercising since last summer. Yes, me. On a sorta regular basis. Really, I have. Don't give me that look. Ask my sister. She is the one who has been kicking my ass. Someone has too. I have lost a little weight, inches and at least one size. Still have a long way to go. Oh and I stop taking the HUNDREDS of dollars of supplements I was taking for EIGHT fucking years. You know what? I don't really notice a difference. Still a cranky bitch, always my first thoughts go negative and just plain stuck in a rut. I have been shooting (photographs) and writing (to myself. Kinda like right now) and... well, you know. Still stuck in this hole trying like hell to appreciate all I have in my life hovering between overwhelmed and underwhelmed. Blah.
Okay, this is depressing. It's supposed to be funny. Ha. Think I just need to shorten my entries and do it more often.
Gotta go, the committee (the one in my head) is telling me to knock this crap off and get my ass moving. Oh and clean out that damn work email in-box. Ugh.