It's weird how teenage drama movies can make your whole life better...

I've kind of stepped away from blogging. I don't really know why. I'm sure no one really cares (;])...except for the grandparents I'm selling out by not posting pictures of their grandchildren. (hey, sorry, I can't find my Cord for the Camera and that is NOT an exaggeration or an excuse, since we had our floor done, it disappeared and I have not been able to find it. True Story. do you think I would NOT post pictures of my awesome floor? Seriously)

Anyways, For the past week, I've felt incredibly sad, burnt out, and annoyed with pretty much everything. I ignored phone calls, wanted to sleep most of the time, cried a lot, basically I was in a nasty funk and it wasn't going away and that is DEFINITELY not like Me. Ask my Friend, Rachel.

Not even RETAIL therapy helped...I know I said it did on Twitter, but it really didn't. I just felt depressed that I bought clothes that were once my size that aren't my size right now and felt like a total cow trying to squeeze my butt into these pants that were obviously ten sizes too small that I would've had to lay down and suck in so tight to even button and zip together and then once I stood up, I'd have to shuffle around like I was shopping in the tiny aisles of walmart WITH a cart, not to mention I'm sure if I WOULD have gotten them buttoned, the button would've popped off from the strain from the leftover jiggly that won't come off from having two children.

I also bought two bra's that night too. Same brand, Same size as the one I am wearing and LOVE and NEITHER of them fit. seriously? is this really happening to me? when did I turn 22 and not been able to find SOME semblance of a bra that fits and not have to wash the bra I'm wearing every time I turn around because it's the only comfortable one? I'd wear my Sports bra's, but they need to be thrown away cause I wore them while I was breastfeeding.....Yeah. Use your imagination.

Anyways, back on topic. I have felt totally down, sad, irritated and burnt out. I didn't want to talk to people on the phone. I avoided phone calls unless if they were important, or my mom or dad or whatever. I just wanted to sleep and catch up on my reading of Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon, and of course, feed my children.

Then... what could have possibly happened, but I saw Raise your Voice on Television. It's that movie about a girl who goes to this music school after her brother dies or whatever. anyways. I CRIED like a baby. over Hilary Duff, who is incredibly ugly when she cries (by the way, I won't hold it against her, I'm sure I look pretty Ugly when I cry, too). How does that even work? How, of all things, does HILARY DUFF make me snap out of this tiny little funk I've been in. Maybe I could blame it on Jason Ritter, When his dad died, I cried SO HARD....Maybe that's why...all I know is I feel good right now.

how do I go from debating whole-heartedly to talking to a doctor and picking up St. John Wort for Mood Control at Walmart to shove those horse sized pills down my throat from being magically and mysteriously fixed by a teeny bopper movie that my 14 year old sister in Law would watch?

Some things are just Strange......