Awkward

The other day a friend was over and she showed me a picture on her phone. Look at this, she says. And I almost started laughing because it was a really ugly awkward family. Both parents, the kid, just not good. I thought she was on awkwardfamilyphotos.com and just showing me a funny one. And then I realized it's a mutual friend of ours that I haven't seen since high school, with her husband and child.

I remember her being cute. She has not aged well at all. And married someone with unfortunate genes. And neither of them passed good ones to the kid either.

Oh dear.

Taking A Wedding Poll:

If your husband was notified TWELVE DAYS before he was supposed to be best man in a wedding, that he was expected to do that youtube dance down the aisle thing, would he want to back out of being in the wedding? Is it completely unreasonable to expect this with no rehearsal?

And if it was going to cause massive issues with the friendship if he refused to do it, and he was torn up about it, then what?

Diva

I feel the need to shout the praises of this device, and it's just not something I'm terribly comfortable with discussing on my other blog. My husband reads that one and he's already told me in no uncertain terms he does NOT want to hear anything about how this thing works or what it is at all.

But anyway. I got a Diva Cup. I've been hearing about them for quite awhile now, mostly in relation to buying one before Y2k in case tampons are no longer available, or crazy fringe environmentalist extremists. It sounded really gross and inconvenient and possibly uncomfortable and I was quite happy to buy feminine hygiene products every month and throw them in the landfill thankyouverymuch. I just wasn't ready.

Now I have kids, I'm more comfortable with my body, I'm trying to stick to a better budget, and also trying to get a little more green. I read about it again and while I was still skeptical, I took a leap of faith and bought one. It was $36.99 at Central Market and since I won't have to buy anything else ever, it will pay for itself pretty quickly and then begin to save me money.

I had serious reservations and questions about this thing.

Can I actually get it inserted properly? Will it be uncomfortable? Will it leak? Will it really gross me out and not be worth using?

There's definitely a learning curve to putting it in and taking it out. Read the directions. They're pretty specific and good. It took me a few tries and then when I thought I had it right, I walked around a few minutes and then went to sit down at my desk and it was poking and pinching. No good. It's supposed to pop open and if it doesn't, the suction will getcha. I almost gave up on it, but then I'd have wasted my $37 so I tried again, and got the hang of it. And damn, I love it.

This is my second month of using it and I have not had even one tiny bit of leakage at all. The only problem is making sure I lock the bathroom door so that my kids don't bust in and demand way more information than I want to give out at their tender ages. But if they do come in, or if I'm in a public restroom or something, it doesn't have to be emptied every time you pee. I really hate trying to pee with a tampon because the string gets wet and feels gross. This is great because nothing sticks out and it's all contained.

I was surprised by how little actually collects in there, considering when I would have leaks previously it felt like it made a huge mess. It holds half an ounce at a time, which is WAY more space than is needed.

Anyway... I don't usually rave on and on about products, but I feel like it took me longer to get used to it because it's not like I can just start asking people if they have trouble removing and emptying stuff out of their crotches. So if there was a question you had about it, feel free to ask. :) Public service to anyone who might need it. I'm glad I decided to try it out- it makes me feel really happy on so many levels.

Cynical. Can He? Can Anyone?

A couple people know who I am over here, I think, but not many, and I like it that way. That's the whole point of the pink apartment, right? I don't want to write political stuff on my regular blog because I can't change anyone's mind, and likely nobody is going to change mine, and most of my readers are friends or acquaintances in real life and it just makes things too awkward.

I am realizing more and more that I am even more apathetic than I thought when it comes to politics. I mean, I have views. And I think it's safe to say that there is probably no candidate on the planet who is going to line up with my views 100% of the time. Most of you could probably say the same thing- either you vote for the lesser evil, or you vote for the guy you like better, and you say you would like him even more if he would just do this one thing, or just NOT do this other thing.

Really, the best I can say about ANY candidate is "well, he might." I'm not watching the inauguration tomorrow. I just don't care. And I feel sort of beat down and guilty that I don't, like it's my civic duty to care. Maybe it is, and I'm a horrible person. But I wouldn't have watched it no matter who won the election. It's not about my approval or disapproval of the person holding the office- it's my disbelief that any person in the office can make any real change at all.

I'm glad for people who are so excited about the outcome of this election that they weep happy tears. But I just don't get it. For the last eight years, people who backed the president said all sorts of things- whether they be true or giant rationalizations is not the point. People who hated the president said all sorts of things too. For the next four/eight years, the same thing will happen. If it doesn't get better, they'll say, "it's leftover Bush- we didn't shave our crotch fast enough". If it does get better, there will be gloating. And other things will get worse, because that is the way of it. Focus on one thing and you lose ground in other areas.

I just don't have faith that the next four years are going to be that different. And I would feel this way no matter who we were inaugurating tomorrow. It's not about that- I think he'll do the best job he can, the same as anybody else would. I just don't know that anybody can really do enough.

Hypothetical Question, Of Course

So if you were on the pill, and you skipped the first Wednesday of the month by mistake, and then also the NEXT Thursday (8 days later, not the very next day) and now the smell of raw chicken makes you want to puke, and your gums bleed when you brush your teeth, and you have heartburn, and you can tell you are going to have to climb behind the computer desk because CLEARLY there are some crayons back there... you can smell them a mile away....

How long would you have to wait before taking a pregnancy test? And also, are you harming your possible baby by continuing to take the pill since you think the likelihood of a baby is small?

I'm not late yet. Period is still about a week away.

And what about the Prozac?

Must Vent

Even if I don't write very often, it's so nice to have a place to dump these things I don't want to mention anywhere else!

My husband knows this guy who ... um... likes to put it in the back door, shall we say. And he's told my husband that if a girl won't let him do that, then she doesn't make the cut as a long term girlfriend.

I cannot tell you how much I wish I did NOT have this piece of information. Every time we see him and he's dating somebody new, the first thing I wonder is if they've gotten to that stage yet. You know how embarrassing it is for that to be what I think of when I'm meeting somebody I'm supposed to try to become friends with? Either I'm looking at her thinking, wow, she takes it up the rear and I know all about it, or I'm wondering if she won't be his girlfriend anymore the next time I see him. I want to ask her, "so, has he asked to stick it anywhere interesting yet?" Or if they break up, I wonder if it's because she wouldn't. I do not want to be imagining this person's sex life, and it's not that I even care about the particulars. It's just that knowing this is a dealbreaker for him- makes me wonder how often it actually breaks the deal. It's uncomfortable knowing details about somebody's bedroom habits when that's the ONLY thing you know about her.

Wow, Something's Working!

So... I went to the doctor Thursday. I have high triglycerides, which he says are stress related. I had no idea. But also, no kidding! Anything in my body that could be affected by stress is definitely going to be right now! He went through a list of questions and sent me home armed with Prozac. I've had two doses so far and I'm not sure how long to wait before I can be conclusively sure that it's the meds- but these have been the two best consecutive days I can remember in a long time. I'm happy. I'm peaceful. I'm productive. My house is cleaner, I'm not snapping at the kids, and I'm not even eating. I told him I'm a horrible emotional eater and I've gained 25 pounds since Christmas. I had started Weight Watchers two weeks ago, and he said keep on it, and also that a common side effect of Prozac is appetite suppression, so it maybe would help. I have ten points left today- I'm going to have to find something to eat before I go to bed. Usually at this time of day I'm feeling guilty and using a few of the extra weekly 35 they give you. I've lost 4 pounds and I really feel like this time I'm going to keep on it. I'd love to lose at least 50.

I suppose there's still time to fall off the wagon- I hate to even publish this for fear of jinxing the good work. But for now, these drugs are magic.