In other news, life goes on as usual. I realized that I must have had the world's worst case of PMS last week. I notice this pattern of emotional insanity happens every month. The week before my scheduled...ahem...period... *cough* ...I turn into a psycho. The pit of despair in my gut grows huge, EVERYthing bothers me, I get a HUGE zit on my cheek or chin that involves at least 4 pores, the world seems to be closing in on me... Then old Aunt Flo shows up and I feel much better. I sure hope it gets better now that I've gotten off the pill. Do you think it'll get worse before it gets better? I certainly hope not. Oh, and thanks for the interesting points, makes me feel a little better about being on the thing for so long. I just hope I don't have any problems with this thing and with the fact that there will no longer be hormones pulsing through me. What if I grow a beard? What if my nice curly hair turns to barbed-wire? What if my acne comes back ten fold?! EEEEK!
There I go again, worrying... It's what I do best! Hey, maybe I can get a job as a professional worrier. Just dump your load on my shoulders and I'll worry about it for you! No problem is too small, throw it at me! And, most importantly, pay me big bucks!!!
Nothing much else new. I'm sore as hell today, due to the fact that I haven't exercised in a few weeks again. Thought I'd try to make up for it by cramming it in yesterday and Monday. I did some kick boxing exercises with Melanie on Monday night, lots of fun. Then I went jogging and did some more kick boxing moves yesterday. Today is ouch city. I can't climb down stairs without limping and forget about sitting without falling (sorry toilet seat). I swear, I stretched! Apparently it wasn't nearly enough.
Ah yes, I finally did upload a few pictures from our lovely Tahoe trip. Better late than never!
We always like to start with the pretty view outside our window. In't that nice?
The resort from the front. It was a nice, cozy place as expected.
Just down this short road was the place we were to snow board. Ron went without me, as I mentioned before, too expensive to just fall on my ass all day.
Here are some nice shots from Ron's day on the hill:
It was a looooooooooooong run... Hehehe!
We had a nice hot tub in our room. I made sure to go 'swimming' in it first thing...
The usual shot of me doing my hair.
Being dorks in our room 'cause we can.
We took a hike one day and took this the following lovely shots...
I'm making my very first snow angel with my FULL set of snow clothes! Wow, no soggy undies this time!
Isn't that sumpthin'?
We need this pose in there, of course.
Ron pretending to pee. Nice, honey.
Oh lookies! I'm walkin' in thu snowz!
Had to go to the local pub for a beer after our hike. Yea.
Heh... Yea. It's a perdy place. We shall go back some day soon.
That's it for now!
2 comments:
Glad to be of comfort. As I said in my response to Zucchini Breath in the comments to that entry, the research about the Pill and ovarian cancer is solid. You did your body a favor, especially if you intend to remain child-free. 400 ovulations in a lifetime is neither natural nor normal, and Western women have the ovarian cancer rate to prove it. No thanks. I am glad I took the Pill for 15 years, myself. Given my sister's cancer, my doctors agree.
Oh, I remember Lake Tahoe and that ski lift even. Not that I skied. We used to have a cabin up at North Shore when I was a kid. Tahoe is pretty. Glad you got to have a little fun.
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