The freckle that tried to ruin my life

A month or so ago, my husband stated that i had a new freckle. He said it was a bad sign and I should have it checked out right away. I responded, “it’s a freckle, don’t be paranoid.”

To my dismay, the freckle turned black. My husband was quick to tell me that it must be cancer and I was quick to roll my eyes.

My husband was persistent. In fact, I only went to the dermatologist about the freckle because he annoyed me into it. He literally tried to drive me crazy about this freckle. Not to worry, didn’t work. After all, it’s hard to drive a crazy person crazy.

The biopsy results came back that the freckle was severely atypical. That’s sort of how my life always goes. && that’s when it hit me, this little tiny, seemingly insignificant, freckle was trying to ruin my life. WHY ME, FRECKLE? Why.

They cut out the freckle and the surrounding tissue. My husband said it looked like they cut out a piece of chicken and they sewed me back up. Yes, he stood right over the doctor while she operated. Yes, I did opt for the anti-anxiety meds prior to surgery. I didn’t even realize when they started cutting. Yolo.

My stitches come out Thursday. Until then, I’m a couch potato that can’t stop eating Girl Scout cookies.

Fuck atypical freckles❀️

Blaire

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New Year’s Resolution= half complete πŸ΄πŸ’ž

I went horseback riding today. Honestly, kinda anticlimactic. I think I watched too many old cowboy shows growing up. In my head they were going to give me a lasso and cowgirl boots and leave me in the wilderness till morning.

Instead, I rode a fat horse around in a circle on a field of dead grass.

Did I mention my fat horse was disorderly? Her hobbies included eating in the middle of the tour and smelling the poop of all the other horses. How typical.

I think the horse knew I was considering a 3 star review because she suddenly started sprinting and I swear to God I almost fell right off the damn horse. Fatty could run! I simply didn’t see that coming. She truly provided the kind of adventure I was seeking.

All in all, it was a great time.

Blaire πŸ΄πŸ’‹

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Facts about me πŸ’žπŸ’ž

Random facts about me:

1) I only like tight hugs

2) chocolate makes every day better

3) I dislike watching violent movies

4) I admire bilingual people

5) I avoid hostile people

6) going to bed early is my hobby

7) I only like snow because it gets me out of work

8) left turns freak me out

9) I have a fear of being robbed in the morning when I get in my car to go to work

10) I’ll always sleep with my stuffed animals

That’s me πŸ’‹

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Be nice to your friends

Last night we went out for one of my best friend’s birthday parties. I couldn’t wait. My friend, Anna, looks forward to her birthday all year & I wanted it to be perfect for her.

Sabrina & I met up with Anna for frozen yogurt before the night’s festivities & I already knew something was up. I can read people well and Anna was being stand-off ish. I told myself that she was probably just sleepy and carried on with preparations for her birthday celebration.

When the three of us met up to get ready, Anna was acting weird again. I tried to ask her what was wrong & she gave me short, rude answers. I sat there racking my brain… what had happened? I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I put on my outfit for the night & that’s when things took a turn for the worse. Anna told me I looked stupid and ugly. She told me that she didn’t know why I’d think it’d be okay to wear the outfit that I always wear. She told me that cotton isn’t fancy enough for her birthday.

Y’all might not find the things she said to be hurtful, but they hit me hard. I went upstairs to “do my hair” and sat in the bathroom with tears in my eyes.

Ya know what– Anna, you’re a cunt. Don’t treat others poorly. Especially people that care about you.

She’s lucky I’m not the violent type. May have slapped her across her damn face.

Secretly, my feelings are still hurt πŸ’”

Grrrr.

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Does this make me an adult?

The past few days I’ve felt like I’ve been constantly shitted on. No matter how hard I try, no matter how nice I am, someone has something hateful to say. Ya know what, fuck that.

Stop being an asshole to people. Stop making people feel like they don’t matter. Stop talking about people behind their backs. Stop being a jerk, just stop.

I decided I was going to come home from work and drink vodka cranberries– lots of vodka, splash of cranberry.

Here’s where the magic happened… I resisted. Instead of drowning myself in cheap vodka, I had frozen yogurt with chocolate chips. Does this make me an adult? I feel like it does.

Still might turn to the vodka.

Blaire πŸ’›

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Leave him.

I saw this meme on the internet today and i loved it. It’s 100% accurate. Women do this all the time. They know he hasn’t changed and they still go crawling back. WHY. If there’s any doubt about the man you’re seeing, WALK AWAY. Matter of fact, SPRINT AWAY. Don’t waste your time on a scrub.

I sent this meme to my friend because I thought it would empower her….. instead, she sent me a text back that said, “well, the couple in the photo looks happy.” Y’all, she’s serious.

Can’t teach these women anything.

Ughh,

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Rain, rain go away.

It has been raining here for what feels like years. I loathe the rain. It’s terrible. It brings down my mood, I suck at driving in it, and it might as well be snowing if it’s gonna rain in the winter.

Last night a guy at the bar was trying to hit on my friend and I heard him say “I’ve really missed the rain.” I turn around quick because I immediately assume he must be a crazy creeper. Then he said, “I’ve been in the desert deployed for awhile and I haven’t seen rain since the day I left the USA.”

Then I felt like an asshole. I’ve been walking around with a gloomy attitude because of the dreary rain while this guy sits in the Middle East and misses the rain.

This random at the bar helped me put my life into perspective. So, I guess I’m good with rain now.. basically.

(Secretly praying for sunshine)

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