Monday, April 02, 2007

Bloody Mess

Guys -- if this embarrasses you - yes, it is about that time of the month. The period. Aunt Flo. All those euphemisms.

Well folks, I had a period last week. My cycle has been so mucked up that this came as a surprise to me. I haven't had the visit from Aunt Flo for several months now and yes, she was an unexpected visitor.

When I was put on Prozac a few years back, it was to control my hormonal bouts of depression. Now I am on Celexa. Love those happy pills. Good thing about the period -- I am diligent in my work, I think I got more work done both at home and on the job than I have in a while. Heck, I dug up all of the dandelions and weeds in my front yard flower bed. Another good thing -- I am mushy, lovey dovey, sweet. Awwwww.

Bad thing -- I don't do chocolate - I spend. This last week we spent on fast food --
Pizza Hut - $25.50
Mexican Restaurant -- $45.00
McDonalds -- $3.18, $17.23, 26.02
Dairy Queen -- $27.79
for a grand total of $144.72.

Well my weekly budget for food is $100.00. Now I am hormonal and go to the grocery -- another $140.04. We now have sour gummy lifesavers, popcorn, a DVD of Happy Feet, 2 of the 1/2 gallons of ice cream, meat from the deli because it tastes better, sodas, cheese, cheese, and the PMS have to have Salt and Vinegar Potato Chips.

I BLEW THE BUDGET. I COULDN'T SAY NO!!!!!!!!!!

Hubby wanted to eat out -- Sure I said with glee. Mommy we want pancake happy meals. No problem I say pleasingly. Now I am disgruntled -- hell - I blew it anyway -- how's a footlong from DQ sound. Good to me too. I ain't cooking after church -- here have a Big Mac.

So -- got to rob the savings account.

Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh. I fell off my budget wagon.

Oh -- Dave Ramsey, forgive me for I have sinned. Oh well -- tomorrow is another day. Period is over and I am refreshed and renewed.

You know the old saying -- "Don’t Trust Anything That Bleeds for Five Days and Doesn’t Die." Well during that time o' the month -- I am NOT to be trusted with money. Take away the debit card, the envelopes, and the checkbook. Lock them away -- Just say NO.

On this same line of thought... Here is an email that my Sister sent me... It cracked me up. Don't know if it is true, but I sure do hope so -- cause this is great!!!!

AN OPEN LETTER TO
MR. JAMES THATCHER,
BRAND MANAGER,
PROCTER & GAMBLE.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants.
Which brings me to the reason for my letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period."

Are you fucking kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

For the love of God, pull your head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you just picking on us? Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.

Best,

Wendi Aarons
Austin, TX

I couldn't have said it better myself. Kudos to Wendi.

Ok Guys -- you can open your eyes now I'm done talking about "the period."

1 comment:

Sober Steve said...

need Warning labels.lol..If mama isn't happy noone is.