Waiting for you, sweetheart.
The quest for conception continues, and I’m not gonna lie. Every time I get a Pottery Barn Kids catalog, I want to shop for a new baby so badly I can taste it. Should one want to procreate as an excuse to purchase over-priced but fucking ADORABLE linens? No, I suppose not. There’re worse reasons, though.
I’m just saying.
As if their shitty service and asshole flight attendants weren’t enough, AA has given me the perfect reason to take my business elsewhere: http://articles.moneycentral.msn.com/Investing/CompanyActionDyn.aspx?cp-documentid=7582095>1=33002
The hubby quit smoking two weeks ago. He planned to be done with the cigarettes once the current carton was finished, but he got sick and thought, what the hell? I’ve already gone two days, might as well do it now. I’m really happy for him; he’s done a fantastic job. I must admit, it’s a strange and new dynamic: we apparently spent a lot of our alone time together smoking, which I did not realize until he quit. We’re staying in bed later each morning because we no longer rush to make coffee and have a few smokes before the toddler gets up. Instead, we’ve taken to working out a few days a week. At night, we always stepped outside for one or two after the toddler went to bed. Now, I don’t even go…unless I’m having a drink, that is.
When he stopped smoking, there were 6 packs left in the aforementioned carton. As of yesterday, there were still 2. In two weeks, I have smoked less than 4 packs, and that’s with a friend coming in town last weekend and helping me out. As the hubby predicted, I smoke less now. Bear in mind he smoked around a pack per day, whereas I might have 5-6 total…unless I’m having a drink, that is. With the toddler, I simply don’t have the time or opportunity to smoke the way I used to. She’s always in the car with me, so that scenario is null and void. During the day, I’m working, and if I want one, it just seems wrong to step outside while she’s in the house playing alone so Mommy can have a cigarette.
That said, I have no plans to quit smoking. I just don’t see me ever stopping altogether. I will always enjoy one with coffee, and let’s be honest, booze and cigarettes go together like cheese and french fries. The hubby assures me he will not become one of those asshole former smokers who bag on people who still blissfully enjoy a habit they chose to stop. I believe him.
Recently, I’ve discovered that I have officially heard certain songs, albums, and bands enough times. There are movies that I never need to see again. It’s not that I don’t like these songs. It’s not that I hate these movies. It’s just that enough is enough. There is no more to be gleaned from them for me personally. Care for some examples?
Songs
Fill in your own blank here. Any song that you loved but grew to despise because of excessive airplay or melodramatic use in every movie for the next 10 years. Or just a song you never really liked but still have to suffer through.
Bands
Movies
This is in no way a complete list. Please feel free to add your own entries.
Because my local doctor can’t be bothered to call in a prescription when I start sprouting a cold sore, I was forced to try an over-the-counter remedy. After a bit of research on www.drugstore.com, I found one: Releev. The next challenge was locating a pharmacy that stocks it. The local pharmacist consensus leaned towards Abreva, but I’m not interested in taking a couple days off of the 10-14 day heal time. What the fuck good does that do me? None. Finally, a Rite Aid comes to my rescue. The miniscule bottle is $20, but you use one drop at a time for 3-4 times the first day. That’s it. Started getting a new cold sore yesterday, applied the medication as directed, and bingo! That bitch is already drying out.
Oh, and I’ll be finding a new doctor who responds when I, her client, asks her to do her goddamned job.
