Unexpected Turn of Events

Why does doing something that does not come naturally to me feel like having another full-time job?  Take for example dieting.  I have to constantly think about it and plan because it just does not come naturally.  Add to it the desire to recycle vs just throwing it in the trash.  I have to rinse out the container and then find a separate container to dump it in till I take it to the recycle "dump."  Add to those things seminary classes and reading and writing (and comprehending!!!!) and add a blog about dieting and then add a full-time job outside the house...roll it all together and you get me!  Me not doing any of them very well and some of them not at all.  Ouch.  I really despise going against my grain sometimes. 

Oh and get this, Mother Nature after a of year of stopping her monthly visits thought it would be a hoot to come this month!!!!  Really????!!!!!  After I got rid of all the feminine paraphernalia?  Thank you; it's only been A YEAR since I last saw you~~  silly me thinking you were gone for good.  P.S. I don't think I have any male grainiac readers but if I do, I'm terribly sorry for YOUR discomfort, but frankly I don't give a sh!&.

Yesterday would have been my father's 77th birthday.  He was a character.  Some grainiacs will remember my 16th birthday party and the wild outfit my Dad wore-- a striped green/ yellow/ white muscle shirt and Hawaiian flowered print Bermuda shorts.  I'll have to hunt for that picture because it was a mess but for some reason HE could pull it off.  We lived close to a beach and one weekend the family went to the Island for some sun and fun.  But guess who was visiting me?  Yep, the one and only "Aunt Flo."  I hadn't started using Tampons so there I was all padded up and at the beach.  I think Mom or Dad felt pity on me sitting on the shore while everyone else was having fun in the water so Dad took me to 7-11 to purchase more pads so I could play in the gulf too.  Off we go to the convenience store but I wouldn't get out of the car to go in to get them.  I told him to ppplllleeeeeeease go get them for me while I sat in the car.  He said "Sure, everyone in there will know they aren't for me!"  That should have been my first clue.  The next thing I know I look up and into the store and there is my Dad in front of the huge store window holding up 2 kinds of feminine pad packages.  He holds up one and then the other....one and then the other asking in universal father sign language "which one do you want?"  I hit the floor in embarrassment and he was left to decide on his own.  Thankfully he didn't pick Tampons or he'd have to exchange them and we'd start this charade game all over again.  Happy Birthday, Dad.  Your sense of humor and fun look at life are missed.