HATE heels. Anything with heels, even tiny baby starter heels. Even really super chunky heels like on a dress loafer where in theory there should be no danger of falling or turning your ankle. My feet need to be as close to the earth as possible, because walking without falling is hard enough in flats. Gravity and balance are two things I haven't really worked out yet, even nearing the end of my 3rd decade.
So is this when the Hairpin becomes the all-Canadian content all the time blog? Because I could be down for that. Welcome Alexandra!
@kellly You might ask your doctor about the low estrogen pills to start out with (lo loestren fe is the one I was on). I think there's only 10mg of estrogen vs 20-30mg in some of the other pills. There's also progestin only pills, which don't have any estrogen at all, so side effects are very minimal. The one drawback is that if you do miss a dose on either of these and you're having regular sex, your chances of getting pregnant are higher than if you missed a dose on the regular pill.
Edited to add that if you're taking any other medications that say they interfere with birth control, that will most definitely happen on the progestin/low estrogen pills. I was on a migraine medication while taking the progestin and it interfered so much I was having constant periods--like a full two weeks of heavy bleeding period, then no period for only one or two weeks, and period again. For Six Months. So I finally went off the progestin. But otherwise, even bleeding that much, I had the least amount of menstrual cramps and menstrual nausea than I'd ever had in my life. So if I hadn't been on the migraine meds, it might've been a great option.
When I was in high school, my parents decided to buy a young bull that we named Louie (I don't really know, I guess to farm it out as breeding stock for money??), but it ended up being too much trouble. So we sold it to some nearby ranchers. Well, some months later they sent us a ton of beef. I asked my dad where the beef came from, he said it came from Louie. For almost 14 years I thought we ate our stupid bull, and then a year or two ago I said something to my mom, and she said, no the meat was definitely not from Louie. The kind of funny part is that my dad died a few years after he told me this without ever having corrected it; so in a way, it was the ultimate troll.
Oh FedEx--my cousin's husband worked there for 12 years with a spotless record and several promotions for his good work. Then a few years ago he was fired for "stealing" time from the company because he supposedly came in one to two minutes late on a few lunches, for a grand total of 10 minutes.
This was just really wonderful. Thank you.
After years of indecision and dragging my feet, I started grad school this fall. And one of my major worries going in was that with chronic health issues maybe I wouldn't be able to keep up with assignments, but right now I've got a 4.0 gpa, which I have never had in my life. And I initially kept downplaying it that it was just professors who were easy graders; but after both professors chewing out my classes on the level of work they were doing, on assignments where I got a perfect score, I realized no, this is me doing great work.
Last sentence, so powerful. Lovely as usual.
@Katie Walsh I was making pumpkin bread during a family Christmas, and a few people decided to help out. Unknown to me, my sister added pumpkin after I had already added it. I baked for like two hours and the inside was still raw. Yet people still ate it. I'm not sure what that says about my family.
@LilyB There's a group photo or two of my family at my dad's funeral with the open casket. I don't love looking at them, but I understand the sentiment. In a way, it's not that much different from how the Victorians used to prop up the remains of their loved ones and get pictures taken (with and without living relatives in the photo). It's a way to try to fit in one more memory with that person, and especially at a funeral when you are probably still in shock and out of it with grief, looking back at the pictures might help some people process, or remember who was there, etc.