Hello job search, my old friend
Hate to see you here again
Because an APR softly creeping
Left its bills while I was sleeping
And the arrears that was planted in my score
Still is sore
Under the whip of school debt.
Hello job search, my old friend
Hate to see you here again
Because an APR softly creeping
Left its bills while I was sleeping
And the arrears that was planted in my score
Still is sore
Under the whip of school debt.
Earlier this morning, my Mom sent me this:

I giggled and replied with, “I may or may not have had cheese dip (with roast chicken leftovers stirred in) for lunch yesterday.
SPOILER ALERT: I totally did.
😀
Of course, I am in the EAT ALL THE THINGS portion of my monthly cycle. Which, interestingly enough, coincides with the NOTHING FITS portion of it.”
Funny, right?
It got me to thinking though. Because really, it’s true. I don’t know about other women, but the week right before (and sometimes a day or two into) my period, I suddenly turn into Prymaat Conehead.

SOURCE: http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/3ue503
There is a burning need to consume mass quantities, usually of the salty, greasy variety.

Leftover Hawaiian pizza w/a lightly fried egg on top. Yes, I made and ate this. Don’t judge.
I can stop anytime.
But, why? Why does this happen? Am I the only one that is like this? Am I doomed to a bigger pant size every month (other than that caused by bloating)?
I know that I have written about period things before. And maybe some of you guys are tired of reading about it.
“I know you have it, but do we have to actually *talk* about it?”
“Can we just pretend that it doesn’t exist?”
“It’s just so…”

Too bad.
No, seriously. If your body did weird and gross things every.single.month you’d want to discuss it at some length, too. Especially if part of the whole process added an extra $45 per month to your grocery bill.

And not the good-for-you sorts either.
So why? Why do we suddenly decide that binge eating for the week or so before a period is a good idea?
Turns out, that at least some of it is caused by a hormone called progesterone.

SOURCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Progesterone
This little bad boy, right here, is a mean appetite stimulant.
As it turns out, it also causes you to store salt and water, which leads to bloating. All of which tells me that it isn’t the queso so much causing my expanded waist size 8 days a month. It’s the hormones.
In a discussion of going to see GotG, the Girl was trying to figure out who to take with us. She mentioned several kids that had been here at her birthday party and that she would be terribly excited to see them again. To which I said, “We’re getting the band back together.”
To which *she* said, “…Uh, what?”
She missed a Blues Brothers reference.
I am so ashamed.
#parentingfail
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LOL. Alright, in continuing the above conversation the Girl also said that I sometimes terrify her friends. I was all like, but I’m super nice! And way friendly! And things.
She rolled her eyes and replied that while that was all true, it didn’t change the fact that they were a little scared of me.
Which sidetracked us into a ten minute spiral of bad puns.
Genghis Bon– ancient warlord

Bon Noonien Singh — modern warlord

the Anvil of Mom– great battle song
Mawm — caped demonesque hero

Tae Bon Do — martial art style
She made me stop after that.
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