Monday, August 14, 2017

Why Getting Old SUCKS

Hello good readers!

So ever since I turned 30 (and, more recently, 34), I've noticed quite a few things that have changed, both physically and mentally. Today I thought I'd share with you all a short list of some of these changes. Those of you who are younger will now know what you're in for as you age, and those of you who are my age or older will (most likely) agree, and I want you to know you're not alone - it's happening to me, too.


1. EVERYTHING hurts - all the time. I wake up with a headache & stiff legs. I sleep funny and my back hurts for the next week. I turn my head too quickly and get a crink in my neck. To combat all of these fun little reminders that I'm no longer in my twenties, I pop Ibuprofen like they're candy, and have bottle of Icy Hot at the ready. I also seem to hurt myself more often than usual (and I'm no Grace Kelly, believe me). I'll burn my hand on the oven rack or cut myself on my pocket knife. Just earlier this year I face-planted in my parking lot walking from my car to the mailbox. You learn to keep a mini-first aid kit in your purse! (Off to a great start, yes?)

2. You have to visit the restroom much more frequently than before. Every night I wait until the last possible second to pee, and even then, I still sometimes have to get up once more during the night. And trying to sleep in on the weekends? Not if my bladder has a say in it! Since I wake up at 6 AM every weekday for work, and one of the first things I do upon rising is to relieve myself, I can't sleep any later than 8 on the weekends without first having to get up to pee. And speaking of bathroom issues (if you have a delicate stomach, I'd advise skipping ahead to #4)...

3. You either are more constipated than ever before or you can't leave your bathroom - there is no happy medium. I will be backed up nearly all week before finally giving in and taking a laxative, in which case, I don't want to leave my house for two days, if you get my drift. Any change in diet or medication also causes a severe shift in my bowels. And forget about spicy/greasy/cheesy foods - it's heartburn city after that! (Sorry if this whole paragraph is TMI - but I did warn you.)

4. Short-term memory? What was the question again? 😁 I have a better chance at remembering lyrics from my 2nd grade play than I do of remembering what I had for lunch last week. I used to pride myself on having a pretty decent memory, but lately it's in one ear and out the other. This is why my desk is littered with lists & sticky notes, and my Google calendar & Keep apps are basically keeping me alive, at this point.

5. You start to find yourself saying shit like, "Kids these days..." I work with a lot of people in their mid-twenties, and I'm constantly amazed at some of the things they say/do/complain about/brag about/etc. I feel like I'm constantly dating myself by starting my sentences this way, but it's SO true.


6. A "wild" Saturday night now entails binge-watching Netflix or Hulu, stuffing my face with Chinese food and getting in bed by 10. Any later and I won't have enough energy to get anything done on Sunday. And when it comes to making weekend plans, I have to have at least one day of relaxation (typically Saturday) - then the other day I'll run errands, hang out with friends, clean up the house, etc. If I try to do stuff both days, by Monday I'll be more tired than when the weekend began. And speaking of energy (or lack thereof, as the case may be)...

7. I'm ALWAYS tired. Regardless of whether I get 4 or 8 hours of sleep, I never feel fully rested. When I get home from work, I sit on the bed or the couch, and I don't move again until the next morning (not including getting up to pee or get something to drink, of course). Like I mentioned in #6, on the weekends I like to have one full day of doing NOTHING. I used to have so much energy and now coming up the 3 flights of stairs to get to my condo is a workout in itself! Oh how I miss the required "naptime'' in kindergarten!

8. You have zero tolerance for any shit. I find myself getting irritated at the smallest things now - screaming babies, barking dogs, stupid people, bad drivers, ... things that, back in the day, would have bothered me, sure, but now I find myself balling my fists and removing myself from the situation (as much as possible) so I don't knock someone's teeth out.

9. For all of you women out there, your periods will get worse. I had AWFUL ones when I was younger - they would last for 2 weeks with non-stop heavy flow, but once I got on birth control, the mellowed out. But within the past few years, it's like I'm a teenager again: I get awful cramps, back pain, bloating, mood swings... I'm sure that by the time my body re-calibrates its hormones, it'll be about time for menopause to set in. (Yay!)

10. No matter how hard you used to party, you find you just can't anymore. Back in my early 20's I was out at the club/bar every night, dancing & drinking my ass off , but now I can barely drink a glass of wine! Chris & I used to down a fifth of Crown a night, and now, I think in the 16 months we've lived here, we've bought three bottles of wine (all of which are currently sitting on our wetbar) and two 6-packs of beer (9 bottles are still in our fridge). I just don't have the taste for alcohol much anymore, and when I do try to drink in social settings, it hits me SO much harder than it used to! And then if I have several drinks (which rarely happens), I either get sick that same night or feel like hammered shit the next morning - neither of which are ideal.

11. It gets increasingly harder to lose weight! I used to stay right around the same weight all the time and now I struggle to lose even 5 pounds. I know I have a more sedentary lifestyle (comes with the corporate work life) but even if I do exercise more and eat healthier, it's more difficult than it ever was. I've also gotten more stretch marks than I've ever had, and my love handles keep growing (even if I'm not gaining weight) - can somebody please explain that to me??

12. Time has almost no meaning anymore. My mom used to tell me, "You know you're getting old when time starts flying." (Did anybody else's mom say the same thing?) Well now I have to agree with her. Days bleed together now, and in the blink of an eye, it's the end of the week again. Then another eye blink, and it's Monday again already. It doesn't help that I spend most of my waking hours at work - makes my downtime feel that much more limited.

13. Instead of spending money on fun things like trips, haircuts and other outlandish luxury items, all of your hard-earned money goes towards adult things like bills, gas, groceries, and the like. I can't stand listening to all of these kids I work with brag about their lavish vacations or how they just dropped $300 on a new purse or pair of headphones (granted, some of them have very few responsibilities), when I'm over here planning out when my next power bill is due!

I'll just leave you with this gem I found online, on those days when I feel down and out about getting older (and hopefully it will help you, too):


Monday, June 19, 2017

Lessons I've learned

Hello again! :) Sorry for the break,  hope y'all have been doing well.

Today I thought I would share some of my wisdom that I have learned from my 34 years on this earth, hope it offers some help and/or guidance (these are listed in no particular order):

1. If you buy something you like, and they have multiple colors/patterns, buy it in ALL the colors (or, at least in one other color). Trust me.

2. If everybody else is doing it, but you don't want to do it, or don't feel right doing it, DON'T DO IT. This pertains to getting a specific haircut, cliff diving, shoplifting, having kids, trying new food, smoking... basically any type of peer pressure. ONLY do it if you think you won't regret it later. (If your gut is talking to you, listen!)

3. It's never a bad idea to keep a pair of comfortable shoes in the car. Yes, those 4" wedges might be super cute for a lunch date in the city, but if you stop by the mall on the way back, you'll want those Pumas later, that's all I'm saying.

4. Drink plenty of water. I know this goes without saying but it really does make a difference.

5. Don't be afraid (or ashamed) to ask for help. Even Batman had a sidekick.

6. Get lots of sleep! Especially as you get older, you will miss those days in kindergarten when naptime was required. 

7. When buying a mattress (that you want to last awhile), don't skimp. Going back to #7, as you get older you will cherish the sleep that you get. I recently started waking up sore, which sucks. Getting a better mattress helped!

8. Things to keep with you at all times (most of these items apply more to females, but guys, it never hurts to be prepared ): spare change/cash, tampons, lip gloss, gum/mints, hand sanitizer (or wet wipes), a pen and a notebook, compact or mirror, a phone charger, and a stress ball for when someone is being stupid and you just want to SMACK THEM IN THEIR STUPID FACE, but you can't because you're in public and you don't want to go to jail for someone else's ignorance.

9. If you like someone, tell them. Life is too short to hide your feelings, and you never know - they might feel the same way, too.

10. Smile. A lot. It has been scientifically proven that, even if you're having a bad day, smiling will (somehow) trick your brain into thinking that you are happy, and you will spread your (fake) happiness and make others happy as well.

11. When going to an event, it's always better to be overdressed than under dressed.

12. De-clutter at least one area of your life regularly, be it old clothes, magazines, knick-knacks, even friends. If it's something you haven't used, looked at or spoken to in over a year, it's probably not something you need in your life regularly. This is one of the hardest things for me, because I am both sentimental and a collector, and it drives my fiancé CRAZY. But the few times I actually have been able to get rid of a substantial amount of stuff really has made me feel better.

13. Give your pets love and respect, but don't go overboard. Of course you shouldn't yell at them arbitrarily or beat them senseless for something, but that doesn't mean you have to feed them everything you eat or let them hog most of the bed. (I can't stand it when people treat their dogs better than most people, buying them super expensive collars and massages and dog bones.) They are still pets, and they need boundaries. Get them treats and buy them their own bed - trust me, they'll be fine. They will still appreciate it, but will also still treat them as their alpha. 

14. Don't drink and drive! I know everyone thinks they are invincible and "it won't happen to me" but trust me, you're not, and it will. Get an Uber - they're everywhere these days.

15.  Tip your waitresses, hair stylists/cutters, butchers, delivery drivers... everyone. And if you get decent service, tip well (more than the "standard" 15%). I worked in the service industry for over 10 years and there is nothing more disheartening than when you work your ass off for a measly $2 tip. Plus, if you ever plan on returning to that restaurant/hair salon/etc., it guarantees that you'll continue to get good service (and that no one will spit in your food/hair).

16. You need to have a good balance of realistic and idealistic expectations in your life. Basically, be a dreamer, but don't have your heads in the clouds TOO too much that you crash down to earth when reality sets in. For instance, I play the lottery, but I typically only buy the $2 scratch off tickets (so if I win, it's great, but if I don't, it's not like I blew a BUNCH of money on them).

17. Have a hobby, something that brings you joy It can be as simple as yoga, coloring, playing games on your computer/tablet/game console of your choice, taking your dog for a walk, anything. Just some way to decompress and relax after a stressful day.

18. Don't ever, EVER take a drink from some random person at a bar/club/party etc. No matter how trustworthy you think he/she is. One New Year's Eve I was at a crowded bar in Myrtle Beach with a group of friends and this guy offered us all shots a soon as we walked in Because he was sitting right at the bar and had a whole bunch of drinks lined up in front of him, we figured he worked there, and was just giving out free drinks to promote the evening - boy, were we wrong. I won't go into detail here (that night deserves its own post, if not its own miniseries), but suffice it to say I'll never make that mistake again.

19. Own up to your mistakes. Be it in relationships, at work, or even if you just spilled the sugar at Starbucks, man (or woman) up and accept the consequences.

20. No matter how bad things might seem, they could always be worse, and there is always someone who has it worse than you. The cashier at Target who is being an asshole might have just lost his mother, and the gas station attendant who is on her phone instead of doing her job might have just gotten a divorce. Don't assume your shit is worse than anybody's else. And also..

21. No matter how bad things seem right now, DON'T GIVE UP, they will turn around. I have to remind myself of this sometimes when I have a bad day (or two)... but then I think about how bad things used to be, when I was living in a house that was about to be foreclosed on, drinking water from our neighbor's garden hose and stealing electricity at night - and then  I look at where I am now, and it makes me feel like if I could make it through all of that, I can make it through ANYTHING. But be patient, karma (or miracles) don't happen overnight - but they will come.

22. Live every day like it's your last, because you never know when it will be...

I'm sure I have more, but I think this is a good place to stop for now :) 

Please share any wisdom/lessons/etc. that you may have - you can never know too much! And besides:


Tuesday, May 23, 2017

What's in my purse (right now)

Hello all! 😀

I know it's been a few weeks since I last posted, but things have been CRAZY. 😖 I know everyone says that, but I'm not kidding. I was given about 3,000 new responsibilities at work (in addition to the 12,000 things I already do), as was my fiance, which has resulted in less downtime and, when we do finally get home, we are so freaking beat that we practically fall into a coma the second we sit down. But that's not what I wanted to write about today. I recently realized how heavy my purse is, and it's due to the the truly random collection of stuff I have in there, so I wanted to share what is currently residing in the black hole of my beautiful Betsy Johnson bag (see pic):



(Can you tell how full it is from this pic?!)



(Here is a view from the top.  It might not LOOK  that full, but looks can be deceiving.)

1. My beloved black & white Kenneth Cole reaction wallet (my mom bought it for me for my birthday... 3 years ago, I think), bursting with receipts, business cards, rewards cards (Harris Teeter, Sam's Club, TJ Maxx, Petco), my driver's license & social security card (I know you're not supposed to carry it with you but that's the one place I know I won't lose it, ironically enough), fortune cookie fortunes a gift card... basically everything BUT money. 

2. Two bottles of e-iquid (one of Blueberry Jam Monster and one that Chris made), 3 spare batteries (kept safe in a special plastic box, so they don't blow up) and a spare mod/tank setup. As you may or may not know, I work in the vaping industry (have for 2 1/2 years) and am a big supporter/advocate and vaper myself. I typically mainly use one specific mod/tank and one e-liquid, but it's nice to have options.

3. My black makeup bag containing 2 tampons, a mirror, TONYMOLY So Cool Eye Stick (if you don't know what that is, go to Amazon RIGHT NOW and order it), 2 Revlon eyeliners (black & teal), Blistex chapstick, Curel Hydratherapy hand lotion, nail glue, & red Revlon lip gloss.

4. Two bandannas (one with elephants & one with flowers - these have ENDLESS uses! First of all, they come in VERY handy if/when there is an e-liquid related accident, like if I'm filling my tank and it overflows or leaks. Secondly, it's just nice to have something to wipe my hands on if needed (think a handkerchief of olden days, except I don't blow my nose into it, because that's gross). Also can be used as a makeshift headband if necessary.

5.  A pink floral coozy - I drink one Rockstar per day, and it's always good to have a spare coozy around, just in case.

6. My key chain(s), with the following attached: key to my 2016 Mitsubishi Outlander; house key; office key; key to Chris' grandmother's house (where we lived prior to moving to Mooresville), a tiny key to a tiny pink lock-box, a key chain from Greece (courtesy of my parents' trip to Europe), a wooden turtle, my kitty cat self-defense tool and a pink/white/green chevron band. (This alone weighs close to 3 pounds and probably contributes to the overall heaviness of my purse.)

7. Cherry Kool-aid water enhancer, because plain water is boring.

8. One tin of peppermint Altoids and one (half-empty) pack of Wrigley's 5 gum

9. "All You Need is Love" pill case containing 5 Ibuprofen softgels. I'm sure it's all in my head but I swear the gels work better than the tablets.... anybody else feel me?

10. Two pens, one black & one blue (because I like variety)

11. A handful of hard ginger candies (to help ease my ever-upset stomach)

12. A black hairclip (the color of the clip alternates depending on what I am wearing (as does the bag itself, for that matter), but today I have on a black & white dress and black wedges, so the clip is also black today)

13 Four $5 lottery tickets (and no, I didn't win on any of them - but that doesn't stop me from trying!)

14. Sour Patch gummy strawberries, which are the best invention since the pulley (and yes, I do think they're better than the watermelon ones)

15. Kenneth Cole Black body spray, to keep smelling fresh all day long

There's usually more, including (but not limited to): my coupon book; other candy, bottles of e-liquid, and pens; notebooks; my phone/phone charger(s), sticky notes with various reminders.... the list goes on. Subsequently, even though I only got this purse in December (it was a combination Christmas/"Treat Yo' Self" present), the plastic on the straps is already cracking. I always bring another bag to work with me that holds my laptop, planner, notebook & other miscellany) but my purse always ends up bearing the most weight (especially when I hold stuff for Chris as well).  Probably doesn't help my scoliosis, either... 😕

Hope you enjoyed reading this and that it gave you a little more insight into the chaos that is my life! Would love comments & stories - if you have anything to share, please do!

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Things You Don't Know About Me (Part 1)

So I've been reading Any Schumer's book lately (which is awesome, by the way - I highly recommend it), and she had a chapter in there called, "Things You Don't Know About Me." I thought it was a great idea because, even though I'm obviously nowhere near as famous as she is, I have a rather interesting story (if I do say so myself) and I think this list will be fun to make. So here we go.

1. I was born on April 3, 1983 (Easter Sunday), 2 whole months early, in Angel Baby Hospital in Seoul, South Korea. Being a premie, I weighed only 4 pounds! I was adopted when I was only 3 months (and 8 pounds).

Map of South Korea (courtesy of Google images)

2. When I was little, my parents told me that I was the second baby they tried to adopt, that the first little girl had died before they got her. So basically, I was their second choice. That was an awful thing to tell a little girl (who already had enough issues about being adopted)! I could see them telling me now that I'm older, MAYBE, but definitely not back then.

3. I effing HATE spiders. Big ones, teeny tiny ones... I always make Chris kill them and he never fails to make fun of me.

4. My hands are ALWAYS hot. Like, more often than not. I noticed it more when we were on drugs (especially when we were sick - that was the worst) but even now, they are super warm. It's sometimes a blessing but mostly it reminds me of those awful days and nights when we would alternate between sweating and the chills.


Warm hands, warm heart? (courtesy of Google images)

6. My first pets were gerbils that my college roommate and I got from PetCo. We thought they were both boys but apparently they were NOT. They had babies and then, one weekend, we went out of town and when we got back the daddy had straight up EATEN some of the babies and there were half eaten baby gerbil carcasses in the cage. It scarred me for life. No more pet rodents after that.

7. I am a total klutz. I trip over anything on the ground (including my own two feet). There was a month when, every Monday, I tripped and fell. I literally fell last night in my parking lot, walking from the car to my building, and completely destroyed my knees (and, more importantly, my favorite wedges). Due to this, I have more scars on my legs than most 8-year old boys.

My bandaged knees from my epic fall yesterday.

8. I went through a phase of crazy promiscuity in my early 20s. I don't even know how many guys I've been with. I was not a cute kid (well, I guess I was, but I had coke-bottle glasses, braces and a horrible haircut for most of my childhood) so when I got older and boys started noticing me, I went slightly (a lot) overboard. Add to that self-image issues, daddy issues, abandonment issues and Catholic parents, and it was bound to happen. I look back now and wish I had saved myself, but it also made me who I am today.

9. (This ties into #8) I am very vain and superficial. Not in the sense that I won't talk to someone if they're not wearing designer jeans, or if they have any mental or physical impairment, but I personally always like to look nice. I don't go to the grocery store without at least putting on earrings, eyeliner and lip gloss. I like nice shoes and purses. I like my man to smell nice and look sharp when we go out. If that means I'm going to hell, at least I'll look damn good when I meet Satan himself.

10. I have the most sensitive stomach in the world, and I hate it. EVERYTHING makes me nauseous. I went to the doctor a few years ago after a particularly bad bout (there was a week where I couldn't keep anything down at all) and they originally diagnosed me with gallbladder disease, but it turned out to be Hepatitis C (due, most likely, to my aforementioned drug use), so I still don't have any answers as to why I get sick  all the time.

11. I don't think I want kids. I'm not naturally caring or nurturing, and I know that. I'm terrified that I wouldn't get those motherly feelings people always talk about. I'm scared that I would fuck up the child the way my parents fucked me up. If I were to have a child I would want to adopt one, like I was, but I don't think it'll happen due to my criminal background (or my fiancé's). If I'm this ambivalent now, at 34, will my feelings ever change? My pets are enough right now and that's fine with me.

12. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a princess. Or a teacher. Or a detective. But mostly a princess. (I still sorta do, actually.)

13. I was raised Catholic but I don't practice anymore. I honestly don't know what I believe, but that's for another discussion. I never felt like religion was the answer. My parents made me do the whole Sunday School thing, and I was baptized and confirmed, but it always felt like they only did it because it was the right thing to do. My first office job was at a Catholic church and my beliefs went even further downhill after that. Like most corporations, the people who gave the most money had the most power, and I didn't like that. Plus they fired me (after only a month) for the most bullshit reasons: the priest told me I was too young and inexperienced. What IS that?! He knew how old and inexperienced I was when he hired me; it's not like I got younger and less experienced as the month went on! So if my faith wasn't shaken before, it was definitely gone after that debacle.

14. I'm very anal and organized about a lot of things, but not at all about others. I guess I'm a paradox in that sense. I want my nails and hair to be perfect. I have a set routine in the mornings. I like my work space organized in a certain way, so I can easily find everything. I constantly cycle between a handful of apps on my phone and tablet. But there is clutter all over my side of the room and it doesn't bother me (meanwhile it makes Chris crazy).

15. I LOVE FOOD. (You actually already may know this, particularly if you have read my other blog, Food, Glorious Food, but you may not realize just how MUCH I love food.) I love Italian food, Mexican food, Asian food (especially Asian food), southern food, soul food, gourmet food... just about everything. Except olives. Which is okay, though, because Chris loves them (little nod to the "Olive Theory" from How I Met Your Mother).

Apparently, "The Olive Theory" is really a thing... I found this on Google images!

16. In addition to spiders, I also have a fear of heights. It's so bad that when I go into tall building with really high ceilings, my knees lock up and my heart starts pounding really hard, When I was little there was this aerospace exhibit at a local museum, and it had a really high dome ceiling (made to look like the sky), and when you walked in you were on a platform overlooking a replica of the moon landing, and it totally freaked me out for some reason. To this day, I STILL have nightmares about it!

17. I got my period at age 10, in the fifth grade, when my mother wasn't home (she worked nights - I got it when I woke up one morning to go to school). Luckily, she had already told me where everything was, so I told my dad, "Hey, I got my period," got a pad out of the cabinet, and went school. The only downside was that I stopped growing after that, so I've been 5' tall since then!

18. I have 4 tattoos: a flower on my hip (got at age 19, want to cover it up and make it better); my Korean name (in Korean) on the bottom right side of my back; a triquetra on the bottom left side of my back, and a four leaf clover on my left shoulder. I definitely want more, just haven't decided exactly what and where. (Side note, when my mom saw them for the first time, she freaked out - you would have thought I had a skull and crossbones or something!)

That's a good first start... I definitely have more I want to say but I've already been working on this list all week (I'm also a procrastinator, have I mentioned that yet?). Have a Happy Easter everyone!

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Pretty in (Pender County) Pink

So I've been reading Orange is the New Black, as well as re-watching previous seasons in preparation for the Season 5 premiere in June, and it's made me reflect on my short stint in jail (not prison, mind you). In the winter/early spring of 2015 I was sentenced to a total of 10 days in the Pender County Jail for second-degree trespassing (how stupid, right?), leftover from some charges I accrued during my "addict" phase. The one silver lining is that I was able to choose how I wanted to do the 10 days - I could do 5 weekends (Friday to Sunday nights), or 1 day (Friday-Saturday or Saturday-Sunday) for 10 weeks. I chose the latter. I was working full-time and didn't want to have to spend my whole weekend in jail for over a month. After further debate and discussion, I chose to go in at 6 PM on Saturdays and get released at 6 PM on Sundays. That way I would have all Friday night and Saturday to spend with Chris (my fiancé), and still get out early enough on Sunday to prepare for the coming work week. Only now, 2 years later, can I look back at that time with a clear head and reflect on how those 10 weeks shaped my life. This post will be about my first night there, as well as a summary of the remaining 9 Saturdays.

My first date I was to report was Saturday, March 21, 2015, at 6PM sharp. I was terrified but trying not to show it. My probation officer in Pender County had told me that "weekenders", as they call those who only have to serve weekend time, had it easy - she told me to dress comfortably, bring a paperback book, and that it would all be over before I knew it. When I got there, of course my paperwork wasn't finished, so I had to wait for what felt like an eternity. Which, honestly, was fine with me, because that meant less time I had to be in there, and more time I could spent with Chris (who always drove me, and waited with me until I had to go back). One thing that did rattle me slightly was that the lady who did the intake told me that my PO was mistaken, I couldn't bring anything back with me, including my book. If my PO had gotten that minor detail wrong, what else would she be wrong about? Still, I felt hopeful that I would make friends, we would talk, and time would fly by. Eventually they called my name and I nervously said good-bye to Chris. It was unbelievably hard that first night, and, while it got easier over the next 10 weeks, it still wasn't fun, by any means.

The guard brought me back through a metal detector into a holding cell, to get changed out of my street clothes and, of course, wait some more, (Really, the waiting is the worst part - it really shows how you are completely at the mercy of the guards. They will get to you when THEY feel like it - if it's shift change, or they're otherwise occupied, it doesn't matter if it's visiting time, dinnertime or time to get released, they'll get to it when they get to it.) A female guard came in and had me strip, and do the regulation "squat & cough", which was every bit as demeaning as it sounds. Luckily they didn't go as far as on OITNB, where they made Piper bend ALL the way down and grab her ankles! Eventually the embarrassment was over, and I got "dressed out". Prison wear in Pender was pale pink scrub-like pajamas, mesh granny panties and a (too-large) pair of brown plastic slip-on sandals. I definitely preferred the pink to the standard "orange" scrubs I had heard so much about (apparently the only variation is if you were a violent offender, or something, in which case you got black-and-white scrubs, much like the Monopoly man's "Get our of Jail Free" uniform on the Chance & Community Chest cards). As for the sandals, they looked much like the cheap ones you can get at Wal-mart, only even less flattering. I wear a 6, which of course they didn't have, so I was forced to clomp along behind the guard in a pair 2 sizes too large, all the while praying I didn't trip.

Afterwards I was handcuffed, given my lumpy plastic "mattress", blanket, cup, and spoon, and led down a hallway to the cell. I had no idea what to expect - would it be a large room separated by cubes, with bunks and lockers,similar to real prisons (and like the one in OITNB)? Not even close. It was a fairly small room, maybe the size of 2 master bedrooms put together, with 5 bunks along the left wall, 1 shower and toilet in the back right corner, separated by a cinder block partition (blocking off the "bathroom" from the rest of the room), and one long multi-purpose table in the front right corner. The entire room was windowless and made of concrete and cinder blocks, with one camera over the front of the table, a small television set over the rear of the table, and it was COLD. The guard led me into the "foyer" right outside the room, closed the door to the outer area, buzzed me into the room, and uncuffed me. And then I was standing there in front of nine or so other women, all of whom were playing cards, laying on their bunks or mattresses (on the floor), and staring straight at me.

To say that it felt like my first day at a new school is a severe understatement. I'm not shy by any means... unless, of course, I'm in an entirely new situation with a bunch of strangers (who also happen to be criminals). I lugged my mattress into the room, very self-consciously, looking around until Abigail, a plump girl with long brown hair and glasses told me I could sit near her, on the floor. I gratefully laid my mattress and other belongings down beside her, and we played cards and began the obligatory small talk: "What's your name?" "What are you in for?" "How long do you have?" I learned that she was a weekender, like me, and, aside from her stories of her "crimes and misdemeanors" that landed her in there, she had absolutely no personality whatsoever. Eventually I became overwhelmed both with boredom and the need to stretch, so I migrated to the table, where several girls were playing cards, hoping to waste some more time, Among the other girls were Caroline, a sweet blond girl; Jenny, a tough lesbian brunette; an older woman (whom they all called Nana), Macie, a cute young African-American girl, and a few other random characters. It turned out that by coming in at 6, I had already missed dinner, which was fine with me (luckily, I had thought to eat beforehand). Abigail let me borrow a romance novel for later, and it was lights out (at 10:30) before I knew it. I climbed onto my top bunk (which, I soon realized, was a HUGE mistake), pulled the blanket over my head, and laid there. And laid there. And laid there.

One thing I would like to note is that, at least in Pender County, "lights out" doesn't truly mean "lights out" - for safety reasons (I assume), there are always some dim lights overhead, and my choice of top bunk, combined with my need for pitch black when I sleep, did NOT help. Neither did the snoring - oh, lord, the snoring! I am a heavy(ish) sleeper once I actually fall asleep, but I have a routine. I like my fan (both for circulation and white noise), so the still air and the cavemanlike sounds that were coming from the women beside and below me were a sure sign I would be up for awhile, Particularly the sounds coming from my new buddy, Abigail. I would soon find out that she was loathed by all the other women because of her snoring. Now, my father was a snorer, and I have shared a room (and a bed) with other people who have sawed lumber, but I have never, ever heard anyone make the noises she made that night. Between that, the unfamiliar setting, the uncomfortable metal bed and scratchy blanket, and being without Chris at night for the first time in years, the reality of the situation finally settled in, and I started to cry. I couldn't wait to go home the next evening.

I tried getting my mind off of things. I read the book Abigail had given me (not a hard feat, 
considering I was on the top bunk and the florescent lights were still humming above me). I thought about how stupid I had been, to end up in here (even if it was just for a few weeks). I wondered what Chris was doing back at home, if he was missing me as much as I was missing him. (This was, after all, our first night apart in YEARS.) A guard wandered in every hour or so and pushed a little button on the far wall, glancing around at everybody. I guess I eventually drifted off to sleep... and then, before I knew it, the lights were coming back on, and there were 2 guards standing outside the door, calling people's last names for breakfast. I asked around and realized that it was only 5:30. Seriously? I still had 12 and a half hours until I could get out of this hellhole.

Most meals in jail are nothing spectacular, and breakfast was no exception - dry, unseasoned scrambled eggs (that probably came from a powder and not real eggs), a hockey puck that was imitating a sausage patty, and toast, all packed in a Styrofoam box, with a carton each of milk and orange juice (like the kind they give kids in grade school cafeterias). The guards would push all of this through the little slot in the door (the same one you would stick your hands through to be handcuffed). Most of the girls ate in their beds and immediately pulled the covers back over their heads to get some more sleep. I tried in vain to eat something, hoping it would allow me to go back to sleep, as well. Luckily, apparently every other Sunday they turn on the little TV set during the day, and that just so happened to be the "on" Sunday, so I laid in bed, trying to read, and glancing at the television every so often. (The one good thing about having the TV on constantly was that it helped me gauge how much time had passed, since there were no clocks anywhere to be found. You constantly have to ask a guard to tell you what time it is - and pray that they're feeling generous enough to tell  you!)

Lunchtime came at 11:30, when at least half of the girls were still asleep. It was even worse than breakfast - bologna and cheese sandwich, on white bread, with a packet of mustard and some cold, unseasoned fries. To drink was the most bitter, unsweetened, watered-down lemonade I've ever tasted. For the thousandth time in the past twelve hours, I thought about how glad I was to be going home soon, and that I'd get to eat REAL food. The rest of the afternoon was spent making more small talk with the other girls, watching TV, playing cards and praying the time would move faster than it had thus far. At one point I tried to use the pay phone to call Chris - I heard him say "Hello?" and as I was trying to say "Baby, it's me," I instantly got choked up. I heard him start to say something and then we got disconnected. I tried to call back but no luck. Even though I knew I would be seeing him soon, I still felt defeated, which only made me feel worse, since I hadn't even been in there for 24 hours, while some of the other girls had been in there for months! Being in jail has a way of making you feel like you are utterly alone, whether you're in there for one day or one year. After I hung up the phone, I sat down and proceeded to write him a letter, with a sheet of legal paper and a "pen" (literally it was only the inside of a BIC ballpoint pen, the skinny inner tube with the ink - that was it!) I had gotten from one of the other girls, and wrote him a letter.

Dinner was at 4:30, which is ridiculously early for anybody, but especially for someone who typically doesn't eat until after 8! The only good thing was that it meant I only had an hour and a half left. It was "meatloaf", but I not-so-fondly refer to as "mystery meat" . I did learn that the other girls were super stoked for meatloaf (which was served every Sunday), which just made me even more depressed - if this was considered "good" food, what exactly was the "bad" food? There were mashed potatoes (boxed, presumably) and more toast (they sure love the carbs in jail - definitely not Atkins friendly in there!). Luckily, since I knew I would be getting released soon, I gladly passed my box to Jenny, sat back on my mattress (which I had moved back to the floor beside Abigail, so as not to have to climb back onto the top bunk anymore) and prepared to get out of that hellhole and back to my real life waiting outside.

Finally, it neared six o'clock. I gathered all of my stuff together and waited. And waited. And waited some more. Caroline told me that shift change occurs at 6, and the guards will wait until they get settled first before handling any releases, which didn't surprise me, yet I was still disappointed. Finally I heard them call my last name, along with Abigail's last name, and tossed my mattress and blanket into the wheeled laundry basket one of the guards had carted into the room. I then grabbed my cup and spoon, slipped on my plastic sandals and stuck my wrists through the slot to be cuffed. The guards led Abigail and me back to the front desk, where we traded our cups and spoons for our street clothes, and were led into separate holding cells to change and wait to be officially released. Finally the cell opened and I was free. Chris was just walking up towards the entrance as I walked outside and I ran into his arms like I hadn't seen him in a year. Even though the night hadn't been THAT rough, I burst into tears anyway, just from the pure relief at being back in the outside world. We drove home and I relayed the stories and colorful cast of characters I had met, and I went home, ate dinner, and got ready for another week of work before returning for another 9 weekends.

Surprisingly (or maybe not), the next 9 weeks got easier to bear as they went on. I made more friends and by the final weekend, May 23, I knew that Caroline would be waiting for me to come in on Saturday and have a spot saved for me on the floor next to her bottom bunk. She also bought me a crossword book with her "canteen" money (same as commissary, from what I could tell), made me some homemade ear plugs, and let me borrow one of her (clean) sports bras every weekend. Another "weekender," Amy, would save me some of her imitation Kool-Aid flavor packets to mix with water (so I could drink something besides the watered-down lemonade that was served at every meal). I learned how to play various card games (and kicked ass at most of them, if I might add). I met Heidi, who knew Chris' aunt & boyfriend (and we found that we had similar experiences as well, so the combination of the two gave us a LOT to talk about). What's sad is that I heard she passed away (from an OD) shortly after she got out, which made me so sad, because she was only 26, had a young daughter, and had talked about getting her life back together... but I know how hard it is for addicts. I was lucky that I got out when I did. I met a 6' Amazonian named Christi who was locally famous (or, infamous) for doing something unspeakable to her child (yet she was super nice to all of us, interestingly enough). I met a girl named Rebecca with whom I had gone to high school (and, as it turned, out, who had married the best friend of my high school crush!). We had a lice scare my last day and everybody had to take showers with specially medicated shampoo (although, I didn't think it looked like lice, I didn't use the shampoo and nothing ever came out of it - in my opinion, they kept it WAY too cold in there for lice or any bacteria to live!), which at least broke up the monotony of the day. Overall, it was quite an experience, and definitely made me realize how lucky I had been to only have to spend such a short time in there. I do think about those girls often and about how differently things could have gone for us, had we not had the love and support that we did. And I am so grateful for every day that I get to wake up in my own bed, go to work, go shopping, eat real meals, and go to sleep in my own bed, with Chris and our pets, and that alone is enough to make me never want to break any law ever again!


** All names have been changed to protect the (not-so) innocent.



Monday, April 3, 2017

Happy Birthday to Me!






So today is my 34th birthday and there were many things I thought about posting in honor of today. After much debating (and several failed attempts) I finally decided to just list a few things for which I am grateful, that have helped make me into the powerful, strong, intelligent woman I am today (in no particular order):

1. My mother. Lord knows we have not always seen eye to eye (particularly during the teenage years, and then there was that period of time when I was going through some of the darkest moments of my life, during my addiction), but in the end she has ALWAYS come through for me. She's the one who taught me the importance of speaking and writing well, who instilled my love of reading, who took me to the doctor at the smallest sign of injury or illness, who told me to never wear white shoes before Memorial Day or after Labor Day, and who made me realize that being different is special. She helped me find my first gynocologist, get into my first apartment, write my college essay, get over my first boyfriend (albeit not in the most gentle way), and learn the hard way that life isn't always fair - but what doesn't kill you really DOES make you stronger.

2. My fiancé. I talk about him a lot, for good reason. We met at the Bridge Tender (in Wilmington) way back in 2005, when I was 22, fresh out of college, and he was 23. I was a waitress and he was a chef. We were both dating other people (so you can imagine we have an interesting story, but more on that later) but eventually we started dating, and have been ever since (so, for those of you who are bad with math, we are going on our 12th year). Talk about a rocky road! We've been through more in the past decade than most people go through in their entire lives, and then some! He has definitely seen me at my best and worst (particularly during my aforementioned addiction, as he went through it right beside me) and he loves me regardless. He is my best friend, the only person I want to see after a rough day at work, the one person who can cheer me up when I feel like the world is out to get me, the best chef/shopping buddy/jewelry buyer/cuddler that I know, and my soul mate. I would not have made it through everything that I have had he not been by my side.

3. My friend Emily, who has stuck by me all these years. I used to have a lot of friends, back in middle/high school and college, but after all of that is over, then you find out who your REAL friends are. I only have one person in my life that I would call a "true" girlfriend - I've known her since 7th grade and she's seen me through everything - that awkward middle school/puberty phase, my alcoholic-promiscuous phase, my addiction - and she doesn't judge, she just wants the best for me (I know, because I asked her recently if she had any bad feelings about some of the things that I've done, and when she said no, I felt so relieved). Additionally she is a psychotherapist, so she gives great advice and insight when I need it the most!


4.  My "fur-children", Grayson (the Russian Blue cat) and Penelope (the pit bull). They definitely drive me crazy at times, but they definitely bring more joy to my life than not. Grayson typically lays on his daddy (which is one of the cutest things I've ever seen, by the way) but every now and then, he'll creep into my lap and curl up, and I can feel the warmth of his body and his purring, and at that moment, life is always good. As for Penelope, she is definitely an odd bird (she puffs up and acts all "alpha" at times, yet she's terrified of our smoke alarm when it goes off) but, overall, she's a sweet girl who loves us with all of her little doggy heart, and I know she would defend us with her life. They are always happy to see me when I get home (granted, it's usually because they want their evening feeding, but still), and they amuse me to no end when they play and chase each other.

5. 4. My experiences, both good and bad. They have both helped shape me in various ways: I've learned not to touch hot stoves; that karma really is the biggest bitch; that you can't hide from your mistakes (they will always come back to bite you in the ass, usually when you're least expecting it); that I really AM worth it; that I have a VERY addictive personality; that, while I do enjoy socializing, I am an introvert at heart (I think a lot of that stems from growing up as an only child); that, for the most part, other people suck, and the only person you can truly count on is yourself; that I really CAN do anything if I put my mind to it (which can be hard, given my ADHD/biolar/anxiety issues); that the law doesn't always uphold the "innocent until proven guilty" standard; that sometimes you meet the best people when you least expect it; that you have to learn to let go... I could go on and on, but those are the ones that come to mind right now.

6. All my new Bloggesstribe friends (and, of course, TheBloggess herself, Jenny Lawson). I read her books recently and they could not have come into my life at a better time. She writes about her own mental health struggles while maintaining a light, humorous tone, and it really made me feel like I'm not alone in this crazy world. (I know I sound like I'm writing a freaking book review here but it's the truth! If you'v never heard of her, I definitely recommend looking her up and buying all of her books, like, right freaking now.) She has this amazing group of followers on Instagram & Twitter called "TheBloggessTribe" - I am a newbie to this group but have never "met" other people who are as funny, warm, honest, welcoming and all-around unique (in a good way, of course!) as they are. Whenever I log on and scroll through my feed, it always makes me smile to see not only what everyone has posted, but their responses to things I've posted as well. I know I've said it on Twitter but I'm damned lucky to be part of a group this awesome.

7. The little things: sunsets, Thai food, leggings, swimming, holding hands, new shoes, the smell of cookies (or anything) baking, springtime, hiking, doing yoga, thrift stores, espresso, coloring, clean laundry, coloring, taking walks, getting my nails done, binge-watching Netflix (or Hulu), reading to Chris in the car, cooking... the list goes on and on...

Of course, I have much more to be grateful for than that, but those are the first few things that come to mind. All in all, it's been a wonderful year and I realize just how blessed I am to be where and who I am, after everything I've been through. (Again, more on that later.) About to spend a nice, quiet evening with my man - here's to another 34 wonderful years!





Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Random Thoughts (After Dark)

So I figured that, since my blog is called "Random Thoughts After Dark," that I should actually share with you some of the random thoughts I do have. Some of these have (literally) occurred after dark (as in, at night), but others are simply.. random. Be prepared - when I say "random," I mean RANDOM... you'll see...

1. (While watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season 6, episode 1) Are those demon bikers or biker demons? In theory the adjective describes the noun. So if they are demon bikers, they are bikers that are also demons, but if they are biker demons they are demons that are bikers. So which is right? (I actually asked my fiancé this and he looked at me like I was crazy.)

2. (When my pit bull, Penelope, looks out into the woods across from our complex, or out into the night from our condo) Does she see dead people? Wait, this town isn't old enough for there to be dead people (it was a big farming town for a long time)... Does she see dead cows? Can you imagine cow ghosts (or, going back to #1, would they be ghost cows)? They'd be all, "moooo-oooo-oooo..."


Penelope checking for ghosts

3. (Speaking of Penelope, she does this thing when we come back inside from taking her to "do her business" where she runs from one end of our condo to the other.) What the hell is she doing? A perimeter check? Looking for those ghost cows? Getting out excess energy? Terrorizing our cat, Grayson, for no reason? Or is it something else entirely?

4. There is this one dog in our complex that Penelope HATES with a burning passion, an Australian cattle dog. WHY? We have a lot of other dogs that live around us and, for the most part, when Penelope gets riled up when she sees one, I think it's just because she's either curious or wants to play. But when this Cattle dog is anywhere in her line of vision, she goes into defensive mode immediately: fur standing straight up, alpha dog posture, ears perked - the whole nine yards. It seems to be all herding dogs, too - she acts the same way when we come across a Collie or sheepdog. Makes me wonder if they were like lovers in a previous life, and he screwed her over. I don't know what her problem is, but I have come to the conclusion that she is a dogist (a dog racist).

5. This goes for both of my pets - when they sleep, what do they dream about? Penelope is ALWAYS barking and moving around in her sleep, and Grayson does it occasionally as well (he'll be in my lap and I'll feel his paws moving). I guess maybe Penelope might think she's chasing cats or squirrels (or fighting with that damn cattle dog), but Grayson is an indoor cat, and the only thing he ever sees are the birds outside on our bird feeder. Is he dreaming of chasing those damn birds, or is he chasing Penelope, or what? And speaking of the birds...

6. I don't know if anybody else's cat does this, but when there are birds on our balcony or bird feeder, Grayson will sit and "chirp" at them (that's really the only way I know how to word it) and I have to wonder, WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING? Does he think he's talking to them? Or is he trying to imitate them, hoping they're REALLY stupid and will mistake him for a weird, furry bird?

7. Sometimes I wonder if the reason I end up getting so much work put on me is because I'm a woman. I hate to say that, but my company is run by men, and I swear most of the other guys in this company (who get paid WAY more than me, mind you) don't do half the amount of work that I do. Sure, when they do work they might have big projects or tasks, but if you break down my average daily workload, and then theirs, there's just no comparison. Also I can't help but feel like it's partly because I look younger than I am. I'm about to turn 34 next month, but you probably wouldn't know it by looking at me (not bragging, just something I've been told OVER and OVER - almost to the point where it gets annoying). Getting back to the original point though, it just gets really annoying when I'm busting my ass and I go into one of my co-workers' (or boss', for that matter) offices to ask a question, and (s)he's sitting in there doing NOTHING. (That turned into a bit of a rant, sorry!)

8. WHY AM I SO SORE WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNINGS??? It doesn't matter if I sleep 3 hours or 8, every single freaking morning, I feel like I've been repeatedly run over by an 18-wheeler. This didn't use to happen! It only started within the past few years (since I turned 30 to be precise), and I hate it. It happens to my fiancé as well... we've been trying to find the perfect mattress/topper combo for over a year now and it's been so stressful. Anybody else have these problems? Also, along the same lines,...

9. WHY AM I SO FREAKING TIRED AFTER WORK??? I have had MANY jobs over the years - waiting tables at both fine dining and casual restaurants, working in every type of office imaginable (law firms, real estate, accounting offices) and done warehouse work as well, and I've NEVER been as exhausted as I am after working my current job. I don't know if it's the stress, amount of different tasks I do on a daily basis, or my increasing age (God forbid), but I get home and I'm just DEAD. I just sit on the couch (or on the bed) and zone out in front of the TV. I have to assume it's because my brain is constantly going a million miles a minute, and when they say that mental work is more draining than physical work, they're not wrong!!!

10. (When someone says something to me that I WISH I had the perfect comeback for.) Err,.. Umm... GODDAMMIT I know that I will think of the coolest thing to say at like 11:30 tonight bur right now my mind is blank. I am forever coming up with witty responses to shit people say to me hours too late. I know I'm not the only one (as a matter of fact, I just read an article written by some dude specifically about this phenomenon), but it's so frustrating, especially when someone who has NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT pulls some crap out of their ass, and I know what I want to say but not the right way to say it.

11. Wanted to end on a high note so - why and how are the sunrises and sunsets SO AMAZING here? I used to live by the beach, where you would think had the most gorgeous sunrises at least, but, nope - I've found the most perfect ones here in Mooresville. Here are just a few examples I've captured over the last year (top two are sunrises - bottom two are sunsets) NO FILTERS WERE USED AT ALL IN THE TAKING OF THESE PHOTOS - keep in mind these hardly do justice to the real thing:





Look at those colors!

I've been working on this post for almost 5 days now so I'm just gonna stop and click "publish" or else this list will go on forever. I'm sure I'll have follow-up lists in the future, this is the first of many. If anyone has any similar thoughts or feelings, please share! Hope everyone has a Happy Hump Day!







Friday, March 10, 2017

I don't have ADHD... or do I? Look at that bird! I'm hungry. I need to make a to-do list for tomorrow. I LOVE these shoes. Oooh, Empire is on! Wait, what were we talking about again?

Happy Friday! I know my last post was sort of random, so thought I'd dive right in today...

I was diagnosed with ADHD, or attention deficit disorder, about five years ago, 

There are 9 or 10 symptoms that typically categorize ADHD, and at least six must apply. You can find tons of different variations of lists of these symptoms online, but this is what webmd has:

1. Trouble getting organized.

2. Reckless driving and traffic accidents.

3. Marital trouble.

4. Extremely distractable.

5. Poor listening skills.

6. Restlessness, trouble relaxing.

7. Trouble starting a task.

8. Lateness.

9. Angry outbursts.

10. Prioritizing issues.

I clearly remember sitting in the doctor's office as he read these symptoms out, and immediately thinking:


(Thomas Robinson in The Switch)

Basically the only ones I don't have are the angry outbursts and lateness. I'm both calm and punctual (at least 90% of the time), and I pride myself on those qualities. Otherwise, the disorganization, reckless driving, easily distracted, restlessness... me to a T. By the time I was 25 (around the time I got diagnosed) I had had more accidents than I could count. I always have to be doing multiple things at once (watching TV while coloring or playing on the tablet). I am a very organized person in certain situations but I have trouble prioritizing my tasks (hence my hundred to-do lists). I am a HUGE procrastinator. I've switched jobs nearly every year. I am extremely restless - one of the things my fiancĂ© constantly gets on me about. So when my doctor officially diagnosed me, it all made sense. 

My mother is a nurse, and she's known me all my life (obviously), yet when I told her what my doctor had said she immediately went on the defensive, asking who my doctor was, where she had gone to school (basically checking her credentials) - the works. I didn't understand why she was so against this idea that I had ADHD, especially when it made perfect sense to me. She must just like thinking that her daughter is perfectly normal... even when all the signs were there. I know there used to be a stigma surrounding ADHD (anybody remember that episode of The Sopranos when they diagnosed AJ with ADHD, and Carmela and Tony freaked out?), but nowadays it's not nearly as big of a deal. Everybody and their mother who can't sit still for more than 5 minutes has ADHD.

Perhaps what my mom was most concerned about was the double diagnosis of ADHD and bipolar disorder. As you may or may not know, these two illnesses tend to have some cross-pollination, and can be difficult to tell apart. I have Bipolar II, which is similar to Bipolar I, characterized by moods ranging from high to low. The only difference is that in Bipolar II, the "up" periods never reach full-blown mania, as in bipolar I (in bipolar II these are called hypomanic episodes). Again, when I learned of this diagnosis, it made so much sense, particularly the hypomania. The exaggerated self-confidence, increased energy (and therefore decreased need for sleep), rapidly switching from one idea to the next - all things I was guilty of doing or having. 

Webmd also says that hypomania can lead to "erratic and unhealthy behavior", particularly spending money excessively, engaging in sexual acts with people they normally wouldn't, and participating in other "impulsive or risky behaviors with the potential for dangerous consequences." Um, hello? I used to be a compulsive shopaholic who was also a borderline nymphomaniac. As Buffy once said, "Add it up and it all spells duh." 

Obviously, I've not let any of this hold me back. Yes, I still occasionally go through periods where I can't stop moving, or spending money, and then I'll just want to crawl into my bed and stay there for days. (Granted, I attribute a lot of those to my job, as it is VERY stressful, but the bipolar probably doesn't help.) But I  still come to work every day, kick ass at my job, and live my life to the fullest, with my fiancĂ© and our "fur-children" by my side. In the end, our little illnesses and quirks are what make us, well, US, right?


Remember that, friends :) Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Who run the World? GIRLS.



Happy International Women's Day!!

(I jokingly told my fiancé this morning that he has even more reason to celebrate it, because he's engaged to an "international woman"... he didn't find it amusing, but I thought it was hilarious. And accurate.)

I didn't know much about this day until this recently (I know, that sounds terrible, especially being a proud, successful woman myself), but after reading a little bit about the meaning and history behind it, it makes me even prouder to be a woman. We just rock, for a variety of reasons, one of them being that, despite all the men in the world trying to keep us down, we still pull together and triumph, in one way or another.

Like for me, here at work - I'm usually the only female in the meetings with all the higher-ups, and they look to me for the most answers and solutions (yet they also always pile the most work on me, but that's a whole other topic). I know I've paid my dues with the grunt work (still do, most of the time) but it makes me feel good to know that they at least trust me enough to come to me with questions and problems, and they know that, even if I don't know the answer, I'll come up with one. And I KILL IT. It's a far cry from the "Mad Men" era, when all the women were secretaries (except for Peggy, of course) that were sexually harassed on a daily basis. SO glad I live and work in these times - I would probably get fired for punching my boss the second he smacked me on the ass.

But I digress.

In honor of IWD, I wanted to make a short list of 5 reasons why women rock (these are all personal opinions, of course, so don't judge me TOO much):

1. WE GIVE LIFE. Yes, I know that men, uhm, participate in the procreation process, but are they the ones who carry the baby for 9 months, and then push it out of their hoo-has? NOPE. 85% of men complain when they have to push out too large of a bowl movement; do you think they could push out an 8 pound baby?? (Sorry if that got too graphic, it's just a fact. Maybe not the statistic I gave, but you get the picture.)

2. We can compartmentalize, multi-task, and prioritize better. I have a (male) friend who recently told me he sets separate alarms for EVERYTHING - when he has to get up, when he has to get in the shower, when he has to leave his house, when he has to clock in at work... that just sounds exhausting! I have one alarm for when I have to get up, which I normally do without even hitting the snooze, and then I just start my day. And I know we are better multi-taskers because I can talk on the phone, pull reports, receive inventory, listen to music and send emails at the same time. AND CRUSH THEM ALL. This also proves the saying that "Behind every great man is an even greater woman."

3.  We are more open and secure with sharing our emotions. For the most part, we are taught at a young age to show emotions, while men are taught that it's not "manly" to show affection or share feelings. We can also hug or hold hands with other women without feeling insecure, which is awesome, because who doesn't love a good hug or hand-hold?

4. Some of the funniest, most awesome and inspirational people during this time are women. Not that there aren't some amazing men out there, but just think about it. Tina Fey. Amy Pohler, Taraji P. Henson (and her alias, Cookie Lyon). Rosa Parks. Mindy Kaling. Mother Theresa. Lady Gaga. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Jenny Lawson. Need I say more?

5. We can choose to wear jeans and a sweatshirt, or dresses and stillettos, and we look fantastic either way :) (Had to throw one in there for fun, but that doesn't make it any less valid.)

Once again, these are just my opinions (with a little assistance from a friend, thanks Em!). Men have their good qualities as well, of course, but you guys get the rest of the year to showcase and brag about those - let us have our day!