I usually get hit by cramps first. But no clear mood swings. Crampless periods are the worst, except good. I just don't have a regular enough cycle to be anything other than paranoid half the time.
I used to be 28.5 days regular. Those days were golden.
My TiVo is currently recording two Gerard Butler movies for me. These recommendations are THE BEST. Except for the part where I refuse to own up to not liking Mega Movers and Engineering an Empire. I don't want my electronics to judge me. Well, at least not that one. My laptop knows my sins.
I ususally get sort of a - I don't know, rumbly feeling a day or so before so I'm usually prepared. It's not 100% though.
What have I done so far today? Um. Dishes. Laundry. I made roasted brussels sprouts and salmon topped with asiago cheese sauce for lunch. I called my mom, and then started my Christmas shopping. Ate a dark chocolate cupcake that was NOM.
Now I seem to be actively ignoring my Yuletide story while watching stuff that's piling up on my TiVo.
Bob's Red Mill does gluten free steelcut oats. [link]
Good to know! Thanks, java!
I don't want my electronics to judge me. Well, at least not that one. My laptop knows my sins.
Well, sure. You want all your baggage to be portable.
I've done FUCK ALL today. Nursed a hangover, fetched lunch (sammiches from here) and dinner (curry from here.) That's all. Didn't get out to the Ninth, didn't clean the house, didn't do laundry, didn't change the sheets. Oh, I did write a blog entry though: [link]
I hate buying presents for my dad. ugh.
My joints go weird the week before and the boobs change shape. And I just know when it starts. It'll wake me from a dead sleep. 2 hour later, I have 6 hours of cramps, less bad than they used to be. Joint weirdness keeps up throughout. It usually gets me obsessing that I have arthritis of the toes and my knees are gonna blow sooner rather than later. And then it stops.
t /TMI
So I just ran cookies over to my neighbor who raked my leaves. OK, I knew his house decor was
really
nice having seen it last winter in the great roof adventure, but I did NOT know he was an interior designer. He can NEVER see my house. OMG. But, he's got construction contacts, so that is good to know. Also, his italian greyhounds are adorable and finally warmed up to me. And we ended up talking for a long time. And I now know who to go to if I want to watch a period piece, he's got an insane movie collection (he was watching Enchanted April when I came by.)
He's been there 22 years, which... I can't believe he must be in his forties, at least. I'd guess him my age, but that's kinda impossible.
Anyway....my goodness, today was VERY Neighborhood-Likes-Carrots!
I love the vegetation-themed Christmas carols. The Holly and The Ivy, The Cherry Tree Carol...
I woke up late, contemplated the fact that staying out until 2:30 is much harder on me that it used to be, went to Home Depot to buy more things for my futile organizing effort, mulched some leaves, and went out with my neighbor to celebrate her divorce, which had dragged on for a decade.
