disappointment

Applied for two jobs last Friday...and quickly rejected at one of them.

The one that requires less experience and less education, and less is generally expected of the employees.

So what does THAT say about me?

a list of complaints

Not gettin' anything done today. I stubbed my toe (not my big toe, not even the next one down. It was the fourth one in line) and in doing so, ripped off the toenail. It's throbbing and it looks stupid because it has no toenail on it. No sandals for me today.

And I haven't gone grocery shopping yet so there is nothing good to eat in the house.

And the husband is gone so I won't have his presence around to make life happy (in other words, if I see a spider, he can't dispose of it. I face it alone).

And something smells in the fridge.

My body wants to be fat

I try to exercise on a stationary bike, but it hurts my tailbone.

I try to walk for an hour several times a week but then my feet get really sore.

I try to eat healthy food, but my hands can only grasp cake.

I try to do strength training, but my muscles are already buried under several hundred pounds of fatty tissue and can't lift another pound.

I tried a gym membership, but my wallet was the only thing that shrank.

I am a late late bloomer

Evidenced by the fact that I didn't start using tampons regularly until I was 40. I cannot believe I conned myself into believing for OVER 25 YEARS that me and tampons didn't get along.

Poor tampons; they were not the ones to blame. I just had to get over their abrasive exterior to see how friendly and kind they are.

I cannot get along without them now. Once a month, they are my best friends in the whole world.

This is the place

This is the place for my sadness, for my complaints, for my whinges.

My other blog is for happy times and for what I want my family to see.

This one remains unknown to them.

I think.