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Best Spam Ever

Too bad there was no photo attached. I’d love to see a cheerful, kind, and fluffy woman who does not love slush:

You have drawn my attention to a site of acquaintances. I hope, as I shall like you. How I to you in a photo? The truth – pretty? :) But in a life I more nice!!!
And as I cheerful, kind, sociable and fluffy! I like to go in for sports, read books, to listen to music. I love winter and summer. I do not love spring and slush.
If I have interested you, with pleasure I shall tell about myself more in the following letter.
I wait for the answer on dyncollepsableaa58@yandex.ru

I double-dog dare you to send an email to the address she provided….

Color of the Week

Come to Bed Red, by Butter London

Polish and skull decals were one of my Christmas gifts from Mike.  ; )

Poker Face

My brother’s band, Tb5, just covered Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face”. Check out their video. It’s amazing. I promise.

Study Buddy

Oh Toby.

He likes to keep me company while I study, but he makes it a little hard to work.

Cognitively Distorted

On Friday I met with a therapist to talk about the dark cloud that follows me around like a certain wiener I know. I had my assessment on Thursday and thanks to some angel’s last-minute cancellation, they squeezed me in for therapy on Friday morning. As it turns out, I have a bit of a cognitive disorder.  Which I find fascinating, honestly.  At the end of the session, the therapist (I’ll call her Dr. Z even though I am not sure whether or not she is actually a doctor, it’s totally possible that she has a PhD, I didn’t think to ask) handed me this print-out of a list of ten cognitive distortions.

“Most people recognize three or four of these in themselves. Take a look at this and see which of these sound familiar to you.”

You guys, all but one of them hit the nail on the head. What a freaking wake-up call. It’s kind of been blowing my mind. Here’s a few:

All-or-nothing thinking: You see things in black and white categories. If your performance falls short of perfect, you see yourself as a total failure.

Overgeneralization: You see a single negative event as a never-ending pattern of defeat.

Mental Filter: You pick out a single negative detail and dwell on it exclusively so that your vision of all reality becomes darkened, like the drop of ink that discolors the entire beaker of water.

(Oh… that drop of ink. That awful, awful drop of ink. I know it well)

Emotional Reasoning:  You assume that your negative emotions necessarily reflect the way things really are: “I feel it, therefore it must be true.”

Personalization:  You see yourself as the cause of some negative external event for which, in fact, you were not primarily responsible.

So wait. Is this not how everyone feels all the time?

P.S. I sucked at NaBloPoMoFo (12/30 – hilarious), but it got me posting again and that was the point. For once, I’m not even torturing myself for my small failure. I have realized that I simply cannot do everything. Work full time, keep up our little home, study tort law, play with the dogs, play with my husband, spend time with friends and family, get enough exercise, and update a blog every day. I just can’t do it. Maybe some people can, and bless them. I don’t want to try and do it all every day anymore. I just want to find some balance.

He’s Probably Right

Me:  I have to be out of here at 7:30 tomorrow morning. I have my first therapy session at 8:00 a.m.

Him:  That’s right! With the cognitive behavioral specialist?

Me:  Well, it’s the “assessment”. They have to decide if that’s what I need or if I need some different kind of therapy.

Him:  So… you might not be back.

Me:  …

Him:  I mean, one look at you and it’s off to the psych ward.

Me:  I’m blogging that.

 

They’d Be the Best Husbands Ever

So yeah, sorry about that last post. Crazy Pat (my alter-ego inner monster) was out in full force. I am in a much better place today.  I think a huge part of the problem was some super stressful stuff that was going on at work and it’s mostly been dealt with now, and as my dad likes to say (constantly) most of the stuff we worry about never happens. I guess he’s right. Doesn’t mean I didn’t book myself an appointment with a therapist, though. I did, yes I did. Eight a.m. sharp the Thursday after next.  I’ll let you know how that goes.

In the mean time, here’s a video that is totally making it’s rounds all over the Internet, but on the off-chance you haven’t seen it yet, do yourself a favor and watch. It will make you warm and happy all over. At least that’s what it did to me. LOVE. (Click the photo to be redirected to my new favorite video of all time.)

Gay Men Will Marry Your Girlfriends

P.S. How CUTE is the guy in the peach shirt?!?!?!!? I would totally work out then get Pinkberry with him. Any. Time.

It’s a F***ing Mystery

I feel obligated to post something because I made a big fuss about how I was going to post every day for NaBloPoMo and I’ve already jacked it all up and missed a bunch of days. But I don’t have anything worth saying. The last two weeks have been rough. There’s a weight on my heart and it’s hard to breathe.  I feel like I’m failing at everything.  I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m so, so, so sad. I don’t know what to do. Everyone keeps telling  me that it will all be okay and I know they are right, I know this will pass, but I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel and I wish I could go to bed and sleep for a hundred years. Okay, I don’t really wish that. But I wish I could make it through a day without feeling like I’m going to fucking scream or fall apart or die.

The people next door are fighting. Screaming and yelling and throwing things, their children are crying.  In my little apartment it is warm and cozy. Mike did all the chores tonight before I even got home, had a hot dinner waiting for me, greeted me at the door with his arms open wide, held me while I tried to catch my breath and keep from crying.  So why do I feel like this? Everything is fine, we’re healthy, we have jobs, we’re working towards a better life, we have a home and heat and electricity and families who love and support us.  So why can’t I draw a deep enough breath? Why do I feel so utterly alone? So strangled by my first-world problems? Obviously something is wrong with me. I just don’t know what.

 

Disturbing News Story of the Day

Maximum Security Dogs

Maximum Security Dogs

I used to make a joke about how we don’t have kids because you can’t leave a baby in a crate when you go to the movies… but never again. It turns out that shit ain’t funny:

Tulsa Dad Arrested After Toddler Found in Cage

A Tulsa man was arrested after police found his 18-month-old daughter locked in a metal dog cage, his naked 4-year old daughter outside on a cold afternoon and him asleep in a drug or alcohol “induced stupor,” police said Monday.

After forcing their way inside, police discovered the toddler was covered in feces and that a 3-year-old child was asleep in another room. Their father was found asleep on a bed, “in an alcohol- or narcotics-induced stupor,” Ashley said.

Sheesh. They just let anyone have babies, don’t they.

Color of the Week

 

Bottle says, “Outrageous Orange.”  I call it, “Tomato Soup”

I’m obsessed with buying $0.99 nail polish and changing my nail color every couple of days. I’m like a crazy person about it. Manicures never last more than a day or two on my fingers, what with all the dish-washing and typing I do, so I have to reapply my polish every few days anyway. Or else try and stretch the manicure by reapplying the same color to the tips of my nails every evening. Either way, I probably spend far too much time painting my nails. But it’s one of my little pleasures and I love it, so, whatever. Oooh! You wanna see my manicure cabinet? Check it:

That’s a LOT of nail polish for one woman, yes? Yes.

What’s your little obsession? That crazy little thing you do that makes you so super happy? Come on… there’s got to be something. TELL ME WHAT IT IS.