Happy Friday, little babies. We made it!
Sometimes, by the time I get to Friday, my brain is fried. There are so many things that have happened during the week that I’d like to share and/or write, but I’m drooling and tired. I’d like to share all of this in small, manageable snippets. Like The Skimm, but with more curse words.
Hence, the birth of the coffee talk.
Grab yourself some caffeine and let’s chat. Coffee talk with Ty.
Has everyone’s week been bananas, or is it just the healthcare field that has been especially crazy? Lord knows nothing interesting has been happening …
On that note, I would love to write about current events, especially those within our own government. My problem is that I feel the incessant need to, ya know, research, and ensure that I’ve got all the ducks in a row before I go publish (see: my death penalty post, which took the better part of a week to get together). I will pet and nurture a piece like that to death. I’m especially eyeing the fiasco of our healthcare system. Repeal and replace, which was reduced to repeal and YOLO, you sick poors, in which John McCain lifts himself out of his cancer-laden deathbed to extend death to the American people, but then is lauded as a hero for voting no on a final vote that would never have happened if not for his bullshit deathbed no previously, forgetting that Murkowski and Collins were on the nope train from the beginning, but they aren’t rich white men, so who gives a shit.
Well, okay, so I guess that’s what I’d say about that, summed up neatly in one Virginia Woolf run-on sentence. You apparently get a cinema-worthy climactic hero’s welcome when you screw the American people up front, so long as you save the day in the end. It’s icky.
Confession: I am opinionated (I can hear the resounding duhh from everyone). I wonder sometimes, though, if my balance of opinion and kindness gets skewed. I am strong-willed and fiercely independent and I. will. cut. you. … but should I?
Some most women my age get baby fever. I currently have kitten fever. Foreshadowing?
I watched this video about women discovering masturbation for the first time. The first gal made me laugh so hard that I cried.
I’ve been doing yoga all week and I love it. Even when I start my next round of 21 Day Fix on Monday, I’m going to do yoga at night. It’s the jam. I switch on my diffuser and it puffs out lavender heaven. I dim the lights a little and there’s nice music in the background and it’s lovely. When I finish I feel relaxed and ready for bed, but when I wake up, I feel tighter. It’s pretty much a win-win.
I’m not watching Big Brother. Or Bachelorette. Or Game of Thrones. I watch old episodes of Guy’s Grocery Games and go to bed. That’s really all I have in me sometimes.
I’m lagging behind in The Stand. That’s a long-ass book, y’all. Plus, I bought the most recent one, the one in which Stephen King went back and added in storyline that he felt was missing. If I can make it to 800 pages, I’m calling it a July win.
Maybe I’ll be a little more structured for next week’s chat. Or not. It’s Friday, so I ramble. Y’all got any Friday ramblings to add?