Girl, Interrupted

My nightly routine goes something like this. Put kids to bed, hang out with Coach for a few hours, send him to bed, sit down to blog around 11pm. My blogging is very routine as well. I put on some Green Day and IM with Punk. Then I ramble with my fingers and hit post.

This suits me well as I've always thrived on routine.

But then Punk had the nerve to, gasp, go on vacation. Without her laptop.

This has thrown off my routine in a major way. I feel uninspired. I feel less funny. My world is crashing down around me. Where are my hot man links and random YouTube videos? Oh how I miss the random links to hot guys she would send me. She has left me to fend for myself. So I went off into the wide world of the Internet without the guidance of my big sister. Do you want to know what I learned?

The Internet is a scary place.

For example, did you know that there are not only people that eat the placenta after they deliver a baby, but that those people have blogs in which they describe with pictures how to prepare said placenta and then feed it to their friends?

I will never be the same. I feel like crying. Perhaps I should call my therapist. Oh wait, I can't. She's ON VACATION.

Since I am down one therapist I decided to brave the Internet again. This time in search of some courage or a reason to keep going after the placenta incident. What I found was this allegedly inspirational quote.

Any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude toward it, for that determines our success or failure. The way you think about a fact may defeat you before you ever do anything about it. You are overcome by the fact because you think you are. - Norman Vincent Peale.

Norman Vincent Peale, I'm sure that you were a wonderful man and according to wikipedia (a completely reliable source) you were a big believer in the power of positive thinking, but dude, next time you set out to inspire someone try using less words. Or at least wording your thoughts better. I had to read this quote like 3 times slowly before it started to make sense.

I did manage to find something that calmed my nerves and restored some order and peace to my life.

Zoolander. Blue Steel. Stache n full bloom.lol on Twitpic


His name is Pepe and his home is on the face of Kawika Mitchell. Kawika is a player for the Buffalo Bills and was kind enough to let Pepe accompany him during his time at training camp. Recent reports have suggested that Pepe has met his demise as training camp officially ended today. I pray these are just ugly rumors. Viva Le Pepe!!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I don't understand who Pepe is and never,I mean never,mention that placenta thing again!

Missy said...

Pepe is Kawika's Mustache. Pepe is truly an inspiration as he stands or grows rather for all things Miami Vice.

... (this is me not mentioning the placenta thing)

Anonymous said...

Pepe the mustachO will live on in the hearts of all of us.

He was a good man.

Punk said...

I love Pepe. He kind of rocks the casbah.

I feel oddly like apologizing for leaving you high and dry but then I consider Our Lady Peace in Boston... compulsion gone!

I'll try to hook you up with cute boy pics and random youtube vids first thing tomorrow. However, tonight, I'm going to bed about -- um, let me see... -- five hours earlier than our routine calls for. I have a headache and sore throat and general just-home exhaustion. Forgive me.