Saturday, August 11, 2012


This life is so short. So short and so confusing. I am lost. Wading through a sea of doubt. My rumination for the night. A little cliche, but completely true.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Monday: designated blog day.

After thinking long and hard for about 10 minutes this morning, I decided to make Monday my official blog-updating day. It's perfect. It is conveniently located after the (sometimes eventful) weekend, my husband happens to work on Monday nights, and I am usually still relatively enthusiastic about the week ahead. I know I am terrible at saying I'm going to do things and then not doing them (take this for example) but, I am certainly going to try!

As for today, I'd like to shamelessly promote some of my favorite blogs (they are already extremely successful and don't really need my help, but it makes me feel like a true fan, so there):

I have been reading Books of Adam lately. I just stumbled across it on BearFood, and I am now hooked. To both. If you haven't checked out Books of Adam, please do so. Now. You will not be sorry. Adam spins some of the most hilarious tales of woe I have ever read. It is almost like his life is staged to be blogged. If you want to hear about how some drunk girl left him her tooth, or about his fear of "meth scabs," or if you are just a dude looking for sweet beard advice, Adam has what you need! He tickles me in such a way that I may need to file sexual harassment charges. Just sayin.

I mentioned BearFood up there, and if you don't know what that is, don't worry, I will enlighten you! If you are a fan of the Internet AT ALL then you've probably read something from theOatmeal without realizing it. Ever seen that bear with pterodactyl wings spread gloriously over a rainbow background? Yeah, theOatmeal. Are you a nerd/geek who is shamelessly in love with Nicola Tesla and you want the world to know it? Sport these bad boys. All these wondrous inventions came from the same brain that spawned BearFood. It's a really fun website that compiles other really fun websites for people like me who just can't get enough internets.

Also, if you are a blogger, aspiring blogger, or you just really like anything funny or unusual, you should know about thebloggess. If you don't know about her, seriously, what are you doing with your life? I'm ashamed. Go read her blog, her book, and then get back to me when you've been properly educated on everything Jenny Lawson.

Other than those blogs I am a frequent visitor of Cracked, theChive, and a number of tumblrs (your ecards, T-Rex trying, etc.) Basically anything that will make me smile; I'm a fan of it.


Saturday, May 5, 2012


The online quiz I took last night verified what I've been fearing since I left the halls of H-town High: I'm clinically depressed. Not that I didn't already know that. Who in their right, nondepressed mind takes a depression test unless they really feel as though they are depressed? And here is where I insert one of my favorite quotes about mankind, "I think, therefore I am."

A lot of people misconstrue this quote as some sort of motivational mantra...almost like the little engine who could. "I think I can" is not the same as "I think, therefore I am." It's really more of a common sense quote that could answer most of our questions about life. "Will I be a good parent?" Well, if you're worried enough to ask, then you probably will be. "Do I have depression?" Well, if you're taking online quizzes in order to verify what you already know, then yes, you're probably depressed. See how that works? Descartes was more worried about his existence, but it works for depression, too.

I've been researching all morning how to proceed after diagnosing  yourself with depression, and the consensus is that I should definitely see my doctor. The problem with seeing a doc for depression is this: when your depressed, it's hard to admit that you have such a weakness. (In my eyes, depression is a flaw, and I don't like to admit my flaws.) My sweet and caring husband would kindly remind me that a lot of people suffer from depression, and it is more common in women. All of which I know to be true, but my depressed brain just berates itself for becoming a fucking statistic. "Oh, your daddy doesn't love you? Your an over-priveliged white girl having a bad day? Your bills are paid and your dog is happy and you still want to cry?" I want to punch myself for even thinking I'm depressed.

Wanting to punch yourself is probably another good sign that you're depressed.
I have officially convinced myself to call the doctor.


I still haven't called the doctor. I'm doing this new thing where I just don't get mad. It's working so far. We will see.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Has it been a whole year?!

It has been officially one year and seven days since my last post, and I have to tell you guys, I am pretty disappointed.

I started this blog as a way for me to vent about the parts of life that really confuse and bewilder me, and instead I have abandoned it like so many other unfinished projects. My dream journal has one dream in it, my painting supplies are covered in dust, my quilts from high school got tossed out in pieces, my bum is still flabby from not working out, and now I can't even find time to write??

I am losing it, you guys.

But, here I am, sitting at my desk after hours, ticking away at the keyboard because I'm dying to write something, anything! So, I will begin with what inspired me to start back on this project today: thebloggess.

My friend H and I drove 3 1/2 hours last night to see Jenny Lawson, hear her read an excerpt from her book and get a signed copy. She is such an amazing individual. After all she has been through, all she has accomplished and all the entertaining stories she has to tell, she is still just a normal weirdo with an itch to write and laugh like the rest of us.

I am beginning her book today. Maybe I'll do a chapter-by-chapter commentary. Yeah, that sounds fun.

UPDATED: Obviously I did not do a chapter-by-chapter commentary. But if I did, it would have just been pictures of me laughing. A LOT.

Oh, also, I fail and forgot to include a link to the book: Let's Pretend This Never Happened. Go. Read. Laugh.