My zit needs its own bra….

Saturday, February 20th, 2010

So I think I mentioned a while back that I went on a spur of the moment road trip with my two girlfriends, Lisa and Sami (if you want to hear more about this trip, you can go HERE to Sami's blog; it was one of those short trips that made my innards feel good). Technically there were three of us on the trip, but it felt like four…

The fourth being the big honking zit on my cheek.

It was so huge it had its own heartbeat. I kept waiting on the thing to start growing hair and nails. Although it never did, it did decide that it needed brothers and sisters and, well – the rest is history….

Why am I going through puberty again? I’ve always had problems with my skin, but believe it or not, I didn’t really have issues when I was a teenager when it would have been kind of normal. My little friends decided to wait until my early 20’s to rear their ugly heads. Literally. So at 20-something I went to my family’s doctor who had been taking care of all of us for years; in fact, my mother was his nurse. He was one of those old time doctors that did everything from delivering babies, to taking out gall bladders, to treating toe fungus. He practiced medicine until he was so old that the hospital said he couldn’t have privileges any longer. I guess when you’re 80 something they get a little wigged out about liability. He didn’t care. He just did more procedures right there in his office and I think practiced medicine for another decade. When I went to see him about my skin, I remember him telling me that it was stress related. Being the matter of fact doctor that he was, he literally said, “Until you learn how to calm your ass down you’re going to keep getting these things.”

He obviously knew what he was talking about.

Like clockwork, anytime I’m stressed out, you can see it in my face. Anyway - I finally called an ivory tower dermatologist the other day and begged to be seen on the same day. I couldn’t stand to look at myself in the mirror one more time with one of these alien creatures staring back at me. Since a plane had just flown into the IRS building 70 miles up the road, and due to the desperation in my voice, I think the nice lady that was in charge of scheduling decided she should take me seriously and work me in.

She asked me what my problem was and I told her I either needed Valium or Accutane.

Anyway, I’m hoping that I’m back on track and will soon have these babies reigned in. We’ll see. In the meantime, I have no other news to report because my free time has been spent on my latest addiction. I’m ashamed and can’t believe I have picked up this horrible habit.

Reality TV.

I am so insanely addicted to The Housewives of Orange County that I actually got on the BRAVO TV website and read some of their blogs. I can’t believe I have stooped to this level.

I’m so ashamed.

Do y’all watch that show? Jack keeps saying he can’t believe I’m watching these women. I agree, but I just can’t help myself. I think it’s because I’m shocked that women like this actually exist. They are the most immature grown women I’ve ever witnessed… They are vicious and cunning. Is it for real, or is there actually some acting and sensationalism involved because – well, you know, it’s TV?

What do y’all think?

One thing’s for sure. They might have bigger boobs and diamonds than me, but they don’t have bigger zits!

Y’all have a great weekend!

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