Stupid People
Number One Pet Peeve:
Stupid, pathetic ex-girlfriends who like to post random pictures of MY husband on their MySpace. I mean really ... why? It's not like she was even IN the damn pictures; nope, she just posted them among an array of frightening pictures of her sad, sad self, and labeled it My Ex. I mean, they broke up, like, four years ago so why post his pictures? Is she trying to *prove* that she actually once dated a human being? And I know what some may say: "Why are you looking at her MySpace in the first place." Natural curiosity/pettiness - I admit it. But that's not the point, dammit! And I have no idea why this bothers me so much, either. Could be my delicate condition, could be my natural jealousness (I *am* a Scorpio, after all), or it could be that I need stop fixating on things that *really* don't matter. Perhaps it's a combination of all of the above. I know that there are more important things to expend energy on, but sometimes it just feels so good to get into that protective wife- mode, you know? I just don't like someone who did my man wrong feeling like she has the right to post his picture.
I think there should be a law. Stupid Peacock.
Pregnancy hormones are fun ;P
But enough of the no-good-very-very-bad. On to happy things. I am 27 weeks preggers today, which means I officially begin my third trimester next week. So far, I've been pretty lucky; besides killer heartburn and the feeling that my belly is about to burst, this pregnancy has been going well (*croses fingers and knocks on wood*). I'm hating the heat and starting to get a little uncomfortable toting around this stomach, but still ... I must say I'm enjoying having my little Henry hang out in my uterus. He's been a very busy little boy lately; he likes to build stuff in there (at least that what it feels like) and he dances whenever I eat sweets :) It's fun.
But anyway, 'tis waaaaay past my bedtime so I should really be off. Making a human *does* drain one's energy, after all. Anyway, my mission has been accomplished - I just had to vent for a moment 'cuz A) I'm petty B) I'm bored and C) I'm hormonal. So again, to reiterate, #1 Pet Peeve = stupid ex-peacocks. tee hee
Stupid, pathetic ex-girlfriends who like to post random pictures of MY husband on their MySpace. I mean really ... why? It's not like she was even IN the damn pictures; nope, she just posted them among an array of frightening pictures of her sad, sad self, and labeled it My Ex. I mean, they broke up, like, four years ago so why post his pictures? Is she trying to *prove* that she actually once dated a human being? And I know what some may say: "Why are you looking at her MySpace in the first place." Natural curiosity/pettiness - I admit it. But that's not the point, dammit! And I have no idea why this bothers me so much, either. Could be my delicate condition, could be my natural jealousness (I *am* a Scorpio, after all), or it could be that I need stop fixating on things that *really* don't matter. Perhaps it's a combination of all of the above. I know that there are more important things to expend energy on, but sometimes it just feels so good to get into that protective wife- mode, you know? I just don't like someone who did my man wrong feeling like she has the right to post his picture.
I think there should be a law. Stupid Peacock.
Pregnancy hormones are fun ;P
But enough of the no-good-very-very-bad. On to happy things. I am 27 weeks preggers today, which means I officially begin my third trimester next week. So far, I've been pretty lucky; besides killer heartburn and the feeling that my belly is about to burst, this pregnancy has been going well (*croses fingers and knocks on wood*). I'm hating the heat and starting to get a little uncomfortable toting around this stomach, but still ... I must say I'm enjoying having my little Henry hang out in my uterus. He's been a very busy little boy lately; he likes to build stuff in there (at least that what it feels like) and he dances whenever I eat sweets :) It's fun.
But anyway, 'tis waaaaay past my bedtime so I should really be off. Making a human *does* drain one's energy, after all. Anyway, my mission has been accomplished - I just had to vent for a moment 'cuz A) I'm petty B) I'm bored and C) I'm hormonal. So again, to reiterate, #1 Pet Peeve = stupid ex-peacocks. tee hee