30 posts tagged “tracey”

Show us your reflection.

 Taken about a year ago when I first got the tattoo.  My hair is much much different now.  ;)

Right out of the shower this morning...

Today is my grandmother, Meme's, 92 birthday.  She is the formative person in my life.  She's the person whom I turn to for strength, courage and the only one I turn to for validation.  She is the one person I love unconditionally; the one I admire above all others.
She's the one I worry about disappointing, the one I know I could say anything to growing up.  She never grew old - she just aged like a good wine.
I love ya Meme...

"Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul." - General Douglas MacArthur

I don't have my camera at the moment, so I'm going to revisit an old photo from just about 2 years ago, and one from a couple weeks ago...
2 years: 

Last month:

I'm pretty damned productive today...

still trying to find a good home for the cat

 

Well, not really...as I think about the true definition of dichotomy - split into 2 non-overlapping parts.  But I'm going to leave it.

I hate being on the rag.  I know no one who likes it, but I truly find it the most terrible part of being a woman.  I hate the bloating; I hate the cravings; I hate the 5-7 lbs I gain and lose in the span of 7 days each month.  I can't stand the cramps - and despite being on the pill, they're still terrible (like prescription pain meds terrible.  And before you ask, there's nothing causing it other than that's the way I rag.  I'm perfectly reproductively healthy.) But what I hate most is the PMS, which bleeds over into DMS (during menstrual syndrome) for me.  I am a fucking nut job.  I overthink everything; I overreact to everything; I am a bitch. 
And, yes, I'm on the pill.  Yaz, in fact.  You know, the one that's supposed to reduce all these symptoms.  My poor office mate has it on his calendar to tread lightly during the 5 days (and it is like clockwork, I can at least say that about the pill.  From Thursday afternoon - Tuesday afternoon during that time, I am crazier than I normally am.)

But I love being a woman.  I love my body.  I love putting makeup on, doing my hair, accessorizing.  I love putting a supersexy skirt or dress on and rockin' my legs and ass and tits, but at the same time, knowing I can put on a pair of cutoffs and a wifebeater and look pretty.  I love flirting and using my wiles.  I love having sex.  I love being sexy.

And if the price I have to pay for being a woman is 5 days of insanity and 3 days of bleeding (and they do overlap), well, I guess that dichotomy is worth it.

pre haircut n color:

after:

I need a haircut.  Good thing I have one scheduled for tomorrow...

Chilling out after work, trying to figure out what I'm going to do tonight.