For Hilda
I'm convinced that a Divine Being puts people in our lives to help us, to inspire, to nudge, to make us laugh. I'm convinced that I've been blessed by such people every day of my life. Today, it was my sweet friend, Hilda--who (via a blogging comment) gave me the semi-gentle nudge I needed to make a post. This is for you, HILDA!
Everything in my life is connected. When I get sick, my housekeeping dwindles. When dishes pile up, I don't want to cook real (a.k.a. healthy food). When I eat fudgsicles for dinner, I don't want to exercise. When I don't get up early to run, I sleep in. When I turn off my alarm repeatedly (for 90 minutes to be exact), I REALLY sleep in. When I REALLY sleep in, I don't have time for hair product. When I don't do my hair, I don't give a dogs butt what clothes I wear--as long as the socially inappropriate parts of my anatomy are covered. When that happens, I wear BAD khakis (the ones with the saggy butt that I'm saving in case I get fired and end up working at Target or Shopko). When I wear bad khakis and have bad hair, I'm not as happy at work. That effects my customers and co-workers. I leave my job feeling less than effective and go home to my fudgsicles (40 calories each--but if you eat half a box a day that can't matter) and wonder if I wasted an entire day of happiness in this finite mortal existance. That's not something I want to share with my dearest friends and neighbors, so I refuse to blog. They wonder if I've fallen off the face of the earth. Some call. I don't pick up. Instead, I crawl beside my unmade bed at 9:30 and pray that tomorrow will be brighter. Hope that I'll have the motivation to shave under my arms, wear eyeliner, and be the woman I know I can be.
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A large contingent of people call these 'Eric Days.' Let's just say I lead a very charmed life.
and I am such a LAME visiting teacher to cancel! I would have LOVED to have fudgsicles with you!
Perhaps you are pregnant. I'm experiencing similar symptoms and I am definately pregnant.
i, too, have very lousy days when my hair is without product.
Brian, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you have no hair, my dear.
I love it...you're so real. I'm so glad you decided to crawl out of the hole we all fall into on a regular basis. Luckily we all have turns being in there, so the rest of manKIND can gently tug us out. By the way I'm honored to have this post dedicated to me! WOW :)
I think you are going to have to prove that you ever go sans hair product, or look anything less than stellar in your clothing. I'm always telling Mike how much cuter you are than me, so I feel like I always have to have hair product/cute animal print shoes! :) You can guess how much he loves hearing, "You should have seen Michelle on TV with her cute tea party ideas and her way cute jacket."
And it looks like you know Angel Boy's occupational therapist. Random!
I hear you. I've been in a bit of a funk lately myself. I hope things cheer up. Perhaps you need to go hang out with Eric & Laura. Or come hang out with me and the kidlets in NJ & NYC.
Michelle--oh how I've missed keeping up with you. You make me smile--especially when you say you might not look good. I totally understand though when you don't feel so cute when you don't have the time or the energy to get ready. Your rock friend :)
--Megan
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