Menstruation Barbie

As long as I have known her, Barbie has perpetually been 5 steps ahead of the rest of the women on Earth. Between flawless skin, a hunky boyfriend, an unbelievable figure, and about 50 successful occupations, she is like a beauty queen overachiever on steroids. It’s too much to handle! To much to take! What I would LOVE to see is a real woman’s Barbie. Not only that. She would be portraying something every true girl must go through:

their period.

Menstruation Barbie would be outfitted not in her usual fashionable attire, but ugly grey sweats to better hide the week’s unfortunate bloating. Chocolate stains line the edges of her lips and the stress lines of holding 50 different careers, plus constantly losing her shoes (if you have ever had a Barbie, you totally understand this) would finally be visible on her forehead. As for Ken, he would be cowering in the corner, the latest victim of her unstable hormonal rage.

If anyone has ever seen a Barbie like this, or created one themselves, please let know/send a pic. I would love to see it.

Running Monologue

It truly is strange, the thoughts that go through one’s (okay, my) head while running. I have had friends who ran cross country with me agree that running long distances give ample time to let your mind wander. A few of the things that may go through my mind…

Good start, good start.

Keep your arms pumping, knees up, not too fast

Gotta keep this pace up for 7 miles

I probably should do laundry today

I wonder if the old asian lady is out walking, will I see her. That was awesome when she gave me the peace sign

Starting to breath hard. No I am not. Yes I am. Oh suck it up! You are already being a wuss and you still have 6 1/2 miles to go!

Do I smell Pinesol?

Lemony freshness, that’s the power of Pinesol Baby!

Hill hill hill, keep going, such a baby, just make it to the top.

Ooooh , I smell fondue! Fondue, I am fond of you. More fond of you than due dates, doodoo, duties. Dooty doo doo doo.

I wonder how many miles I have run so far? 3? No, 2 1/2 at the most, wimp! KEEP GOING!!

So, I could probably go on and on since it never really stops but that is an EXTREMELY small example of what my mind is like while running. Then again, my mind itself is almost always running….

P I C – and all it means to me

So for one of my classes this term I am working with a start up company with the acronym PIC. As a result, I have decided to see what other PICs (partners in crime) this acronym could have…

  1. Please Incubate Chicks
  2. Postage Is Cheap
  3. Princess Imprisonment Camp
  4. Panty Inspector Caught
  5. Pretty Incisors Chomping
  6. Pumping Iron Cans
  7. Plain Iguanas Cuddle
  8. Plateau Inclines Crash
  9. Petty Infractions Cost
  10. Postcards Inch Creepily
  11. Peas Investigate Creaking
  12. Puddles Inquire Cordially
  13. Phone Interrogators Cackle
  14. Phony Impala Caress
  15. Plastic Ingests Cauliflower
  16. Paddle Icky Cancer
  17. Pentagons Ignore Candles
  18. Petroleum Icebergs Crunch
  19. Ponder Ingenious  Celery
  20. Paint Insomniac Caterers
  21. Package Illiterate Carrots
  22. Portable Ibuprofen Charter
  23. Paranormal Ice Cream
  24. Paper Ignites Creativity
  25. Pandemic Ice Caps
  26. Prank Impatient Cucumbers
  27. Palm Illegal Candy
  28. Parallel Igloos Chastise 
  29. Photograph Incest Confirmed
  30. Pope Imitates Cabbage
  31. Play Iceland Cribbage
  32. Panthers In Church
  33. Potato Impacts Choir
  34. Platypus  Identifies Challenge
  35. Parties Insinuate Chimpanzees

Primary Colors

Today I feel like a primary color. Bright and simple and young. Something so basic that comes with an endless amount of potential, like the alphabet.

And so I decided I should look like a primary color too. Or even better, all of them. From my red headband, ring, and shoes to my yellow shirt and earrings to my blue jeans. I should do cartwheels so that I truly can become a color wheel. I just hope with all I have to do today my spirits stay as bright as the colors I am wearing and my possibilities open.