really, lauren>>> Time for a backbone.

i really wish my question mark key worked... I needed to put some question marks after that post title.

So, right now I am sitting on my couch pondering the pathetic delicacy of my ego. I think the fact that I have been eating halloween candy none stop for the past three weeks and am now beginning to see the tangible results, meaning tightened jeans and bloated stomach feeling, is definitely not helping. The big glass of wine beside me is helping though...

One of the most embarrassing examples of the unreasonable level of sensitivity I have would stem from facebook. Ok, yes, I am on facebook. I still have trouble understanding how to use it. I feel like i am missing something. In fact, I am pretty sure there are basic components of it that I have not caught on to yet, but that is besides the point. There is an application where your friends can vote on your strengths and weaknesses. It is a stupid little poll and they have to choose between you and another person for a particular question, for example- most fun to hang out with. Then you'd have a picture of two of your friends, randomly picked, and you chose from that. In other words it is stupid. So, then why do I see my rankings and feel bad about myself> Some of them come as no surprise... I am pretty much last in "most adventurous" and "most out- going", i know, shocking. Most likely to be seen in fleece would be another story. But, I have to admit that I when I see I don't get picked as "hardest worker" or things like about being reliable or trustworthy, I feel bad. Maybe its because I then have to face the truth that at this point in my life, I am lazy. Truly lazy. I wasn't always lazy though! The fact that I even give these stupid rankings a second thought is pathetic. I was disappointed because I've never gotten chosen as "more fun to work with". Hey, I can make fun of the librarian like no one else!

I'm a little embarrassed that I just admitted to how personally I take those facebook polls. I hope I don't get sympathy votes now. haha.

My other example for today is coming from the confrontation I just had with my land lord. My sister just bought a house near by and has been having a lot of construction done, so in the mean time she has been watching her 2 friends children out of my apartment. I did tell my land lord in the beginning, but didn't give weekly updates. Their construction in their house has taken a lot longer than they had anticipated, lucky them getting to live in my sister's childhood room (all three of them in one tiny room) and be entertained my manhattan drinking father. So, today my landlord was here raking some leaves... My sister had the babies, there are 3 total including her own and she has another one of her friends helping her out. One baby in not of walking age and the other one literally sleeps ALL day (its unreal!). Not to mention my sister is so hard core "safety first" i sometimes wonder why she doesnt just wrap all the babies in bubble wrap! So, the other little ones left early and my sister ran out to vote, leaving my niece here with me to play for a bit. All was fine and good... I got some great snuggles today, a few kisses, some "dress up" play, and of course dance moves to Madonna.

My sister leaves and I hear a knock on my door. It's the land lord. Immediately starts in on my that I cannot have illegal day care out of his house, etc etc. I wasn't prepared for this at all. He was pissed! I won't go into the details, but upon his leaving I was proud of myself because... I didn't get upset and start crying. I have this horrible habit of crying whenever I get upset about things, especially when I've been "yelled at". Pretty much if someone says no to me or anything along those lines, I cry. Its SO AGGRAVATING! I am a grown woman, I don't mean to or want to cry, but my eyes just well up. When I get mad, frustrated, stressed, anything really, I cry. But, I didn't tonight. I was rational and listened to him and also told him things that I thought were important and that I think he might have had a misconception of how many children were here, etc. I'm not sure if he was thinking of how small this apartment is! how many kids could there possibly be! So, i held it together... I didn't waver, didn't get the tell-tale tremble of the voice...

Until he left and I texted my sister to tell her. She called me and then, the tears were unleashed. So stupid! It was over. It wasn't a big deal. Tim came home to me on the phone (trying to disguise the fact i was crying) with tissues balled up in my hands. "I don't like getting in trouble... I don't like getting yelled at... I don't like it when people think i did something wrong..." Those were some of the things I was mumbling to him as I tried to explain why on Earth I was crying over what happened. It was his tone... and the way he was looking at me. No, see there I go again!

I'm an emotional person, which to some of you may be a surprise, but to others is probably understatement of the year. But, it gets really frustrating. I think I interpret those types of situations as failure. As letting someone or something down. I can say, "screw it", but emotionally, I guess there is a bigger part of me that holds on to all of that stuff and then snowballs it all together.

On the positive side... my feet are nice and snug. I bit the bullet, along with my partner in crime, and indulged in a pair of Uggs. Now, I know a lot of people think they are ugly. Personally, I am on the fence with that one. Sometimes I think they look silly- mainly the rolled down look or the Uggs with skirts, etc etc. But, ohhh the comfort level. They could be the most hideous things on earth and I would wear them because they are like little slices of furry heaven. I want to sleep in them!