Yeah yeah yeah I fell into a black hole for a few….months. Sorry. But we all know you’re reading this blog to experience the wonderful world of Rhonda so whatever.
I think I forgot how to blog for a while. I know I didn’t forget that we HAD a blog, I thought about it. I even put writing a post on my to do list every day for weeks. I was just overwhelmed at the thought of writing down my thoughts.
My 29th birthday is in a few days and I keep forgetting. I just received two gifts in the mail and when I first opened them it took me a minute to remember why people were sending me gifts. Mind you the Fed Ex guy actually woke me up so I’m sure that didn’t help but still, I think I’m at that point where not only do I not care about my birthdays (that started years ago) I am literally now in denial that I am another year older. I’m also at that age where I start reevaluating my life and how far I have (or haven’t) come with my goals. That can be depressing so I’m trying to focus on the positives.
Here they are:
- I’ve lost 10 pounds in about a month. Rhonda finally persuaded me to ditch the Weight Watchers point system and hang with her in the world of calorie counting and I LOVE LOVE LOVE it.
- My job isn’t my dream but it certainly pays the bills.
- I’ve paid off a bunch of credit cards this year. Yeah there are more to come but I’ve put a HUGE dent in my disgusting pile of debt and I have never felt so good. I swear when I get all of them paid off I’m going to throw the biggest party. Of course it will be BYOB because I’m living like a cheap bitch now but it will still be fun.
- The hubs and I are nearing our two year wedding anniversary and I can honestly say that year two of marriage has been incredible. I would marry him again in an instant. /end vomit inducing “i love my husband” bit
- Four is enough I think.
So there you have it. I’m focusing on the positives this year. Not beating myself up for all of the things I have yet to do.
Take THAT hurricane of a birthday and BRING it 29!
So I fell off the grid. I was all gun ho and ready to “be a blogger” and then I got lazy. What else is new? Why do I do that? I commit to something and get all excited about it and then…just….stop? It’s not just blogging. I haven’t exercised in weeks and I pigged out on Easter candy last night. That’s real cute.
Well what matters is I’m here now. So enough beating myself up…right? You (whoever you are) don’t want to hear that. Or do you? Sickos. Ok so what’s new…..hmmm….not much. That’s lame. Am I experiencing blogger’s block right now? No it can’t be. Alright, considering this is only my second post here and most of you reading are Rhonda followers, I suppose I could write a little bit more about myself. That’s fun times right?
Ok so I’m 28 – scheduled to turn 29 in August. I say scheduled because, well, you never know. I married my husband in September of 2010 and we’ve been together since we were 20. We have two cats, Chloe and Emmett and we live in South Boston. I work for a bank (did I already tell you that?). It’s not as exciting as you would think. I’m actually quite bored at work. Don’t tell my boss that – pinterst is my friend. What else what else? Oh – my mom is …um….ok let’s just say….entertaining. I will be sure to include some Babs (that’s her name – well wait no, that’s what I call her) posts here because she reads my other blog. I am interested in everything from cupcake baking to beer brewing, from marriage equality to never-ending games of scrabble. I have an eye for color, a soft spot for blue-eyed cats, a love of clean spaces, and a never ending taste for buffalo chicken. I am obsessed with writing lists and my Erin Condren life planner (hollerrrr!) is my boyfriend. You don’t know what that is? Don’t talk to me. No but really – it’s this psychotic planner that I write EVERYTHING down in. You want to know what’s been on my to-do list for over a month? Write a blog post. I know what you’re thinking – “Oh wow Beth that planner is really working out for you.” You can fuck off. Just kidding – please don’t leave. We need readers.
Facing the Hurricane – that was all Rhonda’s idea, isn’t she brilliant? I love it. What’s my current hurricane? My sweet tooth and exercise. The sweet tooth is over powering lately. Easter candy totally rocks my world, who is with me? That damn Cadbury bunny is the fucking devil. And like I said before – I haven’t been to Zumba in weeks. There’s a class tomorrow that I MIGHT make if I get out of work early but that is doubtful. I’m looking out my office window at Copley Square right now and it is gorgeous outside. Everyone is walking around in tee shirts. I suppose I could go for a walk tonight…but will I? How do you stay motivated? Clue me in would ya?
Here’s my promise to you – I won’t wait so long to write my next post ok? (I bet all the bloggers say that don’t they?)
Cursing, using foul language, bad words, four letter words, expletives, profanity, swearing.
Whatever the fuck you want to call it, I do it. And I do it a lot.
It’s not meant to be offensive, it’s just how I speak. My mother says that it makes me sound unintelligent. Well Babs, (that’s what I call my mom by the way) I learned from you!! I heard you scream shit that time you opened my diaper and there was a scary scene in there. And I’m ok with that. I don’t consider myself to be unintelligent. I have a bachelor’s degree in psychology and I work in a professional environment where I am successful and well liked. Speaking of said professional environment, I don’t swear there. I can’t. I work with customers and I would unfortunately lose my job. If I could get away with it I would though.
Sometimes I just can’t show the emotion I’m feeling without using the word FUCK! I see NOTHING wrong with that either. Why are these silly little words so looked down upon in society? Who said that these words are not appropriate? I could google it but I don’t feel like it. I just want to whine about it here.
This post does have a point. If you have a problem with swearing (and yes that is what I primarily call it and I know it pisses Sarah off – bite me bitch) you might not want to be here. Hands down, my favorite word is FUCK and I plan on using it a lot. I also see nothing wrong or offensive with the word cunt and when someone calls me a bitch, I honestly take that is a compliment.
So if you don’t like it, fuck off.