It's not just you… we all have our moments

It's not just you… we all have our moments

Monday, November 25, 2013

GAME: What Did I Have Waxed? (Pic)/ Weekend Recap

Happy Monday!  Let's start this week out with a little game I like to call:

Guess What I Had Waxed?



A) My ass
B) Happy Trail
C) Side Burns

*Tweet your answer to @KristynCarey, or simply respond in the comment section.

Either way, please note that I am a hairy beast, and I was tired of moonlighting as Teen Wolf.  I'm not exactly booking lots of dates from male suitors, and this may be why.

Weekend Recap:

Beastliness aside, this wasn't how I envisioned launching the blog this week, but my weekend felt like a disjointed mess of crazy, and I thought I may as well purge the madness here.

Friday - Fagitaboutit.

Saturday - Business as usual, until evening, when I had the privilege to speak as a panelist on addiction (I may have familiarized myself with the topic through extensive research in my twenties) and recovery at a lockdown psychiatric facility. Did I mention it was lockdown? It was locked-the-fuck-down.

It's funny how things work out.  On a daily basis I roam through life feeling like I'm the one on crazy pills, and then I'm introduced to a group of people who really are.  And wanna know what?  It was nothing like I expected.  I don't know what I expected, really.  A few years back, I sat through a NAMI course designed to familiarize the "sane" (and I use that term loosely, because I was in class) with the inner workings of the mentally not-so-sane, and I'd love to tell you what I learned, but I was too wasted to remember anything.  Maybe Saturday night was my penance.

But it turned out well.  I was surprised that, after being escorted through a series of locked elevators and corridors by a security guard, I saw nary a straight jacket. Just sayin', I'm not easily surprised these days.

Sunday - While running errands, I saw:

1)  a woman in a pair of shiny rainbow Unicorn spandex pants, complete with fuck-me pumps, and -

2)  a gentleman, who had tied a can to the end of a make-shift fishing rod, "fishing" off the sidewalk into the cement waters of Ventura Blvd.

In other words, pretty much back to normal.  Which is to say most days, the world, to me, seems ass-backwards and fucked.

Also, I got waxed.  So I no longer look like an Action Figure.  Or Elvis.