I saw the Barbie movie last night and very much enjoyed it. It was clever and smart and funny and silly and just a real good time. It was not what I expected.
I also teared up a few times! there are a lot of mother and mother-daughter emotions all tied up in this movie. yes I’m on my period which is making me more sensitive than usual probably but it still got to me.
I hope the movie continues to break records and piss off men and enrage Ben Shapiro.
I love going to movies with boys. I love it so much.
I lost my favorite headband several weeks ago at the gym. which maybe doesn’t sound like a big deal but it is a very big fucking deal.
It was the only headband that stayed put on my head during my various gym activities. I don’t remember the brand or where I got it, but it’s many years old and still going strong. it was the only one I ever used and then I had to go and lose it like a big old jackass.
So I’ve been trying to find a suitable replacement and nothing has worked. Nothing.
I have purchased so many headbands. Here is the latest haul:
Every single one of these is useless. Except for the one on the far right. It is almost identical to my original headband. It’s just in a stupid pink color. But it’s so similar. I’ve worn it around the house and it feels the same. I’ve got two more similar headbands coming. They are better colors.
The real test will be at the gym of course. But that is not going to be for awhile.
Why, do you ask? Because stupid me tore my stupid calf muscle in my stupid body combat class on stupid Wednesday night. the (very cute) doctor told me total rest for the next 1-2 weeks. And no combat or any other strenuous class for SIX ENTIRE WEEKS. No running. No incline walking. No stair climber. No body combat. SIX FREAKING WEEKS.
I am completely stressed out about this. All the gains I’ve made are going to be lost. I am going to go completely crazy. I need my gym time. It’s the only thing that keeps me going.
The (very cute) doctor also told me I had pretty toes and that took the sting off the news but only very slightly.
Adding insult to injury, I had to lay on my stomach with my legs and butt right in his face while he did the ultrasound on my leg. I worried the entire time I was going to fart.
I did not fart.
The doctor also said only youthful healthy elite athletes get these injuries, NOT sad gross middle-aged old ladies who should just stay home and be fat and crochet and cry all night.
Which is what I’ll be doing tonight.
I have to wear this ridiculous getup too. How can I go on dates looking like this?
A sad day for hockey, for bruins fans, and most importantly, me. My beloved Bergy is retiring. It makes me even sadder how the 2023 season ended.
How can I watch hockey without Bergeron?
There is no one to replace him. On the team. Or in my heart.
Always, Patrice. Always.
I saw Oppenheimer. I did not see Barbie. I liked Oppenheimer. I am seeing Barbie this coming weekend. Christopher Nolan has redeemed himself after tenet. Fuck that movie.
FYI: Taylor swift show was unbelievable and amazing and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I would go to her show again in a heartbeat. The little girls belting out every single song without rest or worry was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. These swift fans are truly bananas, but also they are sweet, harmless and so happy.
Ginger laid in bed with my this morning which she does not do often. I tried to get a picture with her. It did not go well.
I love her more than anything ever
And of course, I’m still real sweet on my guy. I do feel more for him than he does for me. Which is fine. Because when he tells me things like this, my joy is radiant and burns inside my soul forever:
We are better together.
He sees in me something special, something no one else sees. Has any man ever truly loved me? The real me? The real christa? Maybe Simon, but maybe not. There has been no man, no boy, no lover, no partner, to ever call me magical, to actually mean it, to want it and need it.
I am often confused by him, by his signals and his behavior. But he’s still here. He’s still dating me. So I’ll just keep trucking along till something changes.
There is one particular outfit that seems to work every time I wear it. It’s like Rachael’s cheerleading uniform in that one episode with JOSH-U-A. But I can’t wear it all the time! I need to find another sexy outfit. This one is just really good what can I say.
It’s been a crummy week. instead of dealing with it I’m going to sit here and listen to crush story over and over again and think about my boyfriend, who you might say isn’t actually my boyfriend but mind your business because he is my boyfriend, he is.
