The Diet Coke Thing...

So I addressed this once I believe... like 124 posts ago, so maybe it's time to bring it up again...

I. LOVE. Diet. Coke... 

I'm one of the millions of Americans who gets a little rush every time she takes a sip of the delicious brown liquid. I don't know if it's the fizz, or the chill, it could all be mental, or it could be an actual chemical reaction but each sip seems to make my day just a little bit better. I'm not addicted in the typical sense, I've quit drinking DC for months, I never had headaches, or unbearable cravings, I drank plenty of water and peed a lot more, but I don't think I ever had a moment where I thought I can't keep this up... I just decided I wanted another Diet Coke and that was that. I don't wake up with headaches and uncontrollable cravings, it's just a happy part of my morning. I don't get itchy and count the hours between fixes... Diet Coke is just, an added pleasure in my day. 

My love of Diet Coke having now been rationalized I'll continue... I've been told by multiple people about the dangers of Aspartame and how I'm basically embalming myself slowly... future mortician, you're welcome I'm doing your job for you, I just don't care. That sounds really bad, but it's like my friend who was dealing with an uncontrollable bladder... now she's a mom, so it's nothing new, but she asked her doctor what she could do about it and he told her "stop drinking diet coke" and she goes "but it makes me happy" his response was "well I don't know what to tell you, be happy with wet pants"... There are just so many more good things than the minimal chance that one day my insides will turn to solids. I mean if it really was so bad I feel like the FDA or who ever controls that stuff would put some kind of ban on it... but no ban has been placed, and the Coca-Cola company hasn't been sewed for wrongful, premature, death by Diet Coke, that we know of, so for right now, I'm ok! Granted... I haven't actually done research on this subject so I suppose I could be "all wet" as by grandma would have said, but I just don't care enough to do much more than search google for pictures of Diet Coke to go with this post... 

Here's my truth right now... I love Diet Coke and I am not ashamed to write a whole post about it! I also love Taylor Swift... so that explains the pictures...

Packing up my life...

Ok, so here's what's happening right now... I'm a week out from moving my life again and I'm again freaking out at this daunting task... my usual M.O. is to do it, like, the day before I move, but when you live with people and have to pack in their space, you kind of have to be picky with the time you choose to take over. So while they are in Canada I'm taking over the living room... all my clothes are currently splayed all over the floor in front of the TV upon which I'm catching up on some shows I've been neglecting. I don't think it's normal for it to be this difficult to pack clothing...

I think I have a disease... I'd have to check Web MD but I'm pretty sure there has to be some mental issue who's symptoms involve being unable to throw away even the rattiest of outfits... I have these sweaters and shirts with, like, big gaping holes, holes that are impossible to miss... last Sunday Ainslee (5 years old) stuck her finger in the hole in my sweater's armpit... uncool Ainslee, you know how ticklish I am! When a 5-year old is commenting on the state of your wardrobe you know it's bad... that or her mother has completely inserted herself into her brain... which is also possible!

SO I've already "thrown out" 5 sweaters and a shirt... I say "thrown out" because they are sitting in a pile behind me and I won't believe I can do it until they are in the garbage can at which time I will probably not touch them again... probably, ya, you read that right...

Anyway I'm gonna get back to the whole packing thing, no worries, I have a bunch of Diet Coke to back me up!

Update: it has been 4 days since writing the above and I have yet to actually put the "throw out" pile in a garbage... they are lying on my bedroom floor mocking me... jerks!

I'm sick...

Calm down! I realize you're probably freaking out about whether or not I'm going to live, but no, I'm not physically ill... I'm mentally ill... No I haven't been to therapy or anything this is a personal diagnosis (obviously sign number one that I'm ill)

Why do I say these things, you're asking? Because I'm currently wearing a ring on my wedding ring finger, like a nice, fancy looking ring... I got it for free, it's sterling silver and some yellow stone I've been obsessed with since I was in High School, and I CAN NOT stop looking at it! 

I am literally obsessed with looking at my finger and pretending I'm engaged, I have also painted my nails with this new nail polish I got the other night so that doesn't help any... I've lately been obsessed with the idea that I really want to have a really good manicure when I finally do get engaged to... (dear future husband, make sure to get one of my friends or my mom to take me to get my nails done before you pop the question, ok?!) Anyway, I think my nails should be red that day...

But ya, I can't stop looking at my hand, and I feel like that is just not normal. And even as I'm typing this out, realizing with every stroke of the keyboard that I may or may not need to be hospitalized, I still can't stop thinking how awesome my hand looks with fake engagement ring given to me by my fake fiancé... All illness' aside, my hand looks pretty awesome right now...  So here are six pictures so you can admire it with me!