Houston, We Have a NEW Problem

I am more than a Taylor Swift fan. I am officially addicted. Partly due to being shushed every time I try to interact with my new co-workers, I am plugging into my headphones and listening to music. And it's Taylor Swift 24/7. I miss my Metallica and GNR days but I guess I am not as angry as I was during that phase?

Side note: I'm angry enough to punch the shusher in his junk...

Would it be inappropriate to start a GoFundMe campaign for Taylor Swift concert tickets? Would that make me shallow? I put the kiddo first and just spent $300 on his new soccer season... Now, I am broke (well, I am always broke).

Side note: The kiddo got invited to be on the Academy Select Gold team and we are super proud, so any and all money is worth it. Son before Swift... *sniffle*

Side side note: I wonder why I didn't mention shanking the shusher? That's more my style and it has such amazing alliteration. Plus, his junk? Gross. Not going anywhere near that. Not even for justified revenge.

Side side side note: If you haven't watched What Happens in Vegas, you should. Because it's an awesome movie and it taught me about junk punching followed by yelling "YOU KNOW WHY" and You Know Why is going to be the name of my future bar. I promise there will be more than just wine served.

Do I ever make sense on these blogs?? I just ramble. Plus, I am having a war within my own mind about the best Taylor Swift song. It's a tie between Red and Mean (you bullies in high school know who you are).

Apocalypse Now

Not the Redux version... Seriously, what is up with that?

Yeah, so we have started going to the rec center as a family. I choose swimming laps for my brand of pain. I have swam laps for an hour on a few different occasions. Am I proud? Eh. I love swimming so it's not torture and I always feel that exercise should be torture. With that said, I am exhausted and sore afterwards. I'm *pretty sure* it's good for me. But it also makes me want to eat a cheeseburger to ensure that I don't turn into a pod person of myself.

We are also trying hard as a family to eat non-GMO. This is something that I am behind but can ya'll just start labeling everything with GMO or non-GMO labels? Cuz I have enough shit to do and the uncertainty while shopping is an unnecessary hardship. Are all pickles non-GMO? I don't freaking know!!!!!!!!!! I know that some say they are and others don't carry that fancy non-GMO label. HELP?

Side note: I don't even eat pickles. I am just trying to do right by the fam.

Side note: I don't give a f*** if wine is non-GMO. Some things are sacred.

So, this new attempt at healthiness is annoying. My brain is already on overdrive and now I have to exercise and shop non-GMO... This just shows that the world is coming to an end. This post alone has tired me out. I have a semi-healthy lunch waiting for me and a plan to head to the rec center after work but I am thisclose to going to my favorite Italian place and ordering a pizza. A pizza meant for two but I swear I break it into 3 meals...

Side note: My faves are Blake, wine, and pizza. In that order. Gonna be honest. Hubby is not in that order. Mom, Dad, and carbonarra would follow. Then friends (you know who you are). Swimming. Wow, I should probably not be listing my likes in order. Mom, you actually do come before wine and pizza but thank you for always giving me wine and pizza. And wings. Cuz you know I love wings and always make sure I have them. And Snarf's. You need to visit soon so we can eat... everything. And I will make you sit still (again) and watch a couple movies. Hey, if I am exercising then you are relaxing!

Why are all my blogs about food? Being about wine, I get that, but the food thing shows a problem. A problem with my scale. Which I avoid because it is a total asshole.

*drops mic, walks away*