This has nothing to do with this post. But I felt it needed a picture. Why a picture of me upside down wearing lipstick? WHY NOT.
[Language warning! Do I even need to warn you at this point? I’m going to stop issuing language warnings. From this point on just assume everything I post will contain a barrage of eff-bombs. It’ll just be easier for everyone this way, and you’ll be pleasantly surprised when I manage to do without, and write like a real LADY every so often.]
Yesterday morning, Lizzie and I headed out for a Nephrologist appointment. She has the same kidney disorder that I do, and I was tagging along to her appointment in the hopes that I could meet her doctor and have him accept me as a patient as well.
To be honest, I’ve been struggling with my health a little bit in the past few months, with an ER visit a few weeks ago and an almost constant roller coaster of energy levels and muscle pain. It’s really frustrating losing whole days to headaches and fatigue, so the sooner I can get this sorted out, the better.
When we arrived and checked in, the receptionist told us that the nephrologist was running about an hour behind. Lovely! Liz called her work to let them know she’d be late coming in and then we chilled out in the waiting room for a bit, flipping through surprisingly up-to-date copies of Flare and Good Housekeeping.
And then we got thirsty. Really thirsty. Lizzie may have been a bit hungover, so getting a drink was more of a necessity than an option at this point, so we decided to go in search of a something to quench our dry mouths.
Alright, dudes. I’m an equal opportunity blogger and you are more than welcome to stick around for this, but we will be talking about some lady business today. Personally, I think men should be okay with the fact that women – virtually all women – have periods. I mean, is not being OK with it really an option? It happens. Every month. Soooooo, let’s just get over the ick factor, yes?
(This is just a wee little post, a perfect snack-sized read for a Monday evening)
Early Saturday morning (and please remember you are on Madeleine time here, “Early” in this context means 8:30 am) my sister Lizzie, Olive, and I hopped in the car and drove to Edmonton. My mom had driven out from Victoria to spend her birthday with her two granddaughters so we were driving excitedly toward this little family reunion.
About an hour into the drive we tired of the smattering of music on my phone, and Lizzie started digging into an old CD case I had in my glovebox. This was vintage stuff guys. Some of these CD’s were mixes made for me by high school crushes, some were from early university days, and all were absolutely ridiculously awesome.
On Sunday, Olive, my sister Lizzie and I packed up a picnic and drove out to a nearby waterfall to go for a hike with my dad (also known as Pop Pop, a moniker that never fails to make me laugh, because my dad grew up addressing his own father as…Father. And now he’s Pop Pop. This is the power of a grandchild at work.)
A while ago my friend Beth shared a hilarious video from Mother Pukka, detailing her morning makeup routine. I loved it and decided to do one too.
So I did! Look at me, following through with things!
Buuuut then I watched it. Watching yourself on video is basically just the worst. My face, I have realized, is alarmingly asymmetrical. And we all know that symmetry is the foundation of beauty, yes? Yet watching this video I couldn’t ignore the fact that one of my eyebrows is more arched than the other, I have a wonky eye and an (adorably?) crooked smile, and so clearly I started panicking because what does that mean?