Humpday Confessions #14

My packout is tomorrow.  I feel like I might have a breakdown confessions session from that alone.  Stay tuned for more information...

Also, Brittany, Emmy, and I are putting ourselves out there and starting a Music Monday linkup on August 4th.  Stay tuned for more information on that too...

Confessions:

-How to know something is wrong with Teh Megan:
1.  She won't stop sleeping.
2.  Sleep is a preferable activity to anything else.
3.  Sleeping doesn't make her problems go away.

-When I can't afford to is when I want to eat out the most.  Oh, I just spent $200 on Amazon?  I should probably eat ramen (with egg) tonight.. but OOO Chinese!  OOO Wendy's!  OOO anything not in my cabinets!  I have a similar dilemma when I go to the grocery store.

-Wanna know what isn't sexy?  Backne.  Running has given me the worst backne...  and I'm the worst for picking my bumps (maybe that was TMI, #sorrynotsorry), which doesn't help.  They make me feel like I have a horns on my back.  I can only imagine what people see (what with them being on my back, I don't really have a super good view and I'm too lazy to do that double mirror trick) when I'm running in a spaghetti strap top cami (because that's what Kohl's calls them, so I'm going to call them that too).

-Camis are the only tops I can find to run in that aren't racer-back that don't cost a mabillion dollars.  I kinda feel like a super slut with my "big ole titties" (as they have been referred to by others) bouncing around for 5+ miles 2-3 times a week, but #tanlineproblems are real.  This wouldn't be a problem if I didn't have such big boobs to begin with.  Then I could wear normal sports bras, with the racer-back, buttt noooo, these huge honkers require $50 worth of sports bra with underwire support and regular straps to be happy during a run.  Without these boobs, I could have that super cute racer-back tanline that screams I'm an athlete and I do outdoorsy things (or that I wear a lot of sports bras, whatevs man).  Instead, I have the tramp stamp of tanlines from thick sports bra straps and spaghetti strap tops camis.  I guess the alternative is the forever sexy farmer's tan.  The struggle is real, Gentle Readers.

Tramp-Stamp tanlines in the making.

-Miley left on Friday night.  It broke my heart a little.  She had been mopey since her dental last Wednesday.  I kept telling her she was gonna have a great family, but obviously she understands what a great family she already had here with Teh MD Roomies and I.  We could NOT adopt her due to our own life circumstances, but oh how we wanted to, which doesn't help in anyway.  I'm sad because I can't adopt her and I'm sad because she's sad I can't adopt her.  We did snuggle all night on Thursday night, which was awesome, so there's that gem.

"Why did you stop petting me?" - Miley

-I love the pack dynamic with just Olive, Meri, and Phil.  They just know things to do.  They know which bowl to go to at feeding time.  They know the first thing is the morning is to step on toes go outside.  They know that when I say, "Let's go bye-bye," to go to the door to get collared.  They know when I start yelling to back away.  They know when we grab the water bottle to GTFO of the kitchen/space.  They know us and they are such good dogs.  This is why dogs are awesome.

-Teh MD Teenage Roomie got an Edible Arrangement fruit basket thingy for her bday last week and she let me eat 85% of it shared it.  Why have I never received one of these babies before?  They are amazing!  Pineapple, cantaloupe, watermelon, strawberries, chocolate covered strawberries, and grapes were all in this one and the pineapples were in the shape of sunbursts and I just loved bitin' off little rays of sunshine (no they didn't help make me nicer).

-I printed out my medical record.  It took over a ream of paper.  I can't imagine how many reams it would have taken if I'd have decided to stay in and retire in 14 more years.  It also had stuff in it that isn't accurate.  For instance, I do NOT have the downstairs herpaderp.  NOPE.  EVER.  NO NO NO.  I have a different skin condition (that is NOT a STD) that I will not share with this audience because I care, but I do NOT have the herpaderp.  There are also a few instances of "fear of unsubstantiated medical condition" which make me want to go back and find that doc and punch them in the face for being a moron.

-Jana said I have to show you this:


Teh Step-Sister, Teh Sister, and Teh Megan

She also told me to tell you that you can obtain your own hot mess footie/onsie pajamas at the ever classy Wal-Mart and sometimes Target has them during the colder months.  I honestly can't believe I hadn't posted that on Teh Blog before now.  I feel relieved having gotten that off my chest.

-When I see particular people sign on FB and not chat with me, I get unreasonably upset.  It makes me wonder if they realize other people can see when they are online and how long ago they were active.

-When individuals who are retired from the military/Navy use their rate/rank in their signature block with (ret) at the end, I want to punch a baby.  You are retired.  Let it go.  You aren't a YNC anymore.  Let it go.  You're a CIVILIAN.  Go watch Frozen and learn from Elsa, LET IT GO! 

-I did ZERO packing Monday and when Teh MD Adult Roomie mentioned that maybe I should definitely pack on Tues/Wed it took me a minute to realize that my packout is THURSDAY... tomorrow Thursday, not next Thursday.  Shit.

-Someone called me "Teh" when they commented on last Friday's blog.  I just couldn't deal with it.

-I spent an hour plucking Meri Monday night.  She looks like a different dog.

-When my noodles look like they have antennas, it makes me giggle.

-I may have taken a break from packing to gif this post up.

-And my final gif for this post because consistency is important...

30 May: "Letting Go"

Day 30, Thursday: React to this term: Letting Go


Mostly, I think of Garden State.... Please listen video while continuing on....

Ok, lets also discuss how I kinda wrote about this on the 8th.

Truth be told, I often have to remind myself to just let stuff go, which, I guess, is kinda different than "LETTING GO", since I can find a different in these similar statements.

"to let stuff go" vs "letting go"
"to let stuff go" = the act of letting single/individual things pass.  not necessarily to mean in the present tense.
"letting go" = allowing things in the present tense, as in currently, right now, in this moment, to be out of your control.

You see, one of these is harder for me than the other.  I can "let stuff go" all the time (except for being called the wrong title at work), but to just "let go" kills me.  It's extremely hard for me not to be in control, which I've also talked about.

Letting go also would kind of inflect some sort of progression/movement due to a change or loss.

^^ my favorite "letting go" quote
Photo by me in GTMO.

Letting go is about allowing yourself to grow and learn from whatever experiences you're trying to not hang on to.

I wish I could get better at this!

8 May: Cause there's beauty in the breakdown..

Day 8, Wednesday: A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.

Stop.  Breathe.  Let it go.  Take another breath.  Carry on.

I'm really bad for getting myself wrapped up in things.  When things start to happen, one after another, I get wound up tighter and tighter and eventually, I just explode.

Stepping back to realize that all the people asking me to do stuff at work, all the things I commit myself to, all the things I want to do, all the things I need to do...  it doesn't matter.  (I mean, it does matter, but right then, it doesn't.) 

It matters more how I respond to the people asking me for stuff.  It doesn't matter how long it takes me to fulfill a request as long as I make sure that the person understands that I am working on giving them a solution, even if it isn't going to be immediate.  People would rather be patient with someone who is sane than work with someone who is losing their shiznit.  At least, that's what I believe.  And by the way, I'm way better at preaching this than practicing it.

In addition, prioritize.  Don't get caught up in the madness of having a list of things to do that will take a mabillion years to tackle.  Make a list.  Mark items off.  See your progress.  Be proud of the progress.  No matter how fast or slow, big or small, take pride in what you've accomplished.

Yeah, that's what she said.