the weird chick

Stay Away, Jabu-Jabu!

December 28th, 2014


My engagement ring finally arrived. The boy asked on Thanksgiving, and got my ring earlier this week. It shipped pretty quickly, considering he bought it earlier this month. I love it. Symbolically, to me, it’s perfect. And it wasn’t ridiculously expensive!


Deep Fried Pickles

December 20th, 2014

September. It was a warm day in September when my love affair with deep fried pickles began. I was a hormonal wreck and sometimes, stereotypes can be pretty accurate: I needed pickles. It was the oddest, strongest craving. Deep fried pickles. They are becoming pretty popular around here, which is definitely a good thing. I love pickles. Always have. Bread them and deep fry them? Oh my God. The best. A few large Canadian restaurant chains had recently added deep fried pickles to their menu, much to my health’s dismay. And then I discovered that the little pizza place down the street was selling them, too. I think I overdid it, I really do, but how could I have resisted this onslaught? The hormones were crying and the pickles were calling, and I caved. For more than a couple of days in a row. I ate so many pickles, it’s nauseating to think about. But oh God, were they awesome. After a few days, I was finally tired of deep fried pickles. I had them occasionally, but the intense craving was gone.

Ever since this September, I’ve been suffering through one week a month of torrential floods of hormones unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I swear, this is worse than adolescence. New symptoms abounded: Nausea, headaches, and annoyingly heavy boobs among them. I even get a sore throat each time now. It feels a little like the early phases of a cold or flu, but with added mood swings, bloating, acne, and temperamental boobs. It’s wonderful, I assure you.