Secrets and the Whores that Tell Them

I prefer not to tell anyone my secrets.  Whenever I do, it just so happens that that particular secret leaks out to the world.  Maybe it's the people that I choose to tell.  Maybe what I tell them is just so juicy that it cannot be kept inside and the world must know of the evils that I have done! Meh.  Not so much on that part.

To preface my frustration and my anger, I must tell you this little diddy.  My youngest "full-blooded" sister (let us call her B) is a skanky ho.  She lost her virginity last year to an ex and has slept with at least two other guys (that I know of).  That part only makes her a slight ho.  How did she make the descent to skanky ho?  By breaking a 'sister secret' to further her own agenda. 

Definition of a sister secret:  I have three younger sisters. The real youngest is my half sister and is too young to yet be included in the sister secret circle. Eventually, when she starts her period or something, we'll include her.  So, the other two sisters and I have made a pact that when we need to get something off of our shoulders, we can tell each other without fear that that piece of information will be shared with anyone else.  ANYONE.  Spouses, mother, father, etc.

B seems to think that this rule no longer applies to her.  I told her a sister secret, one that never should have left me lips, but seemed to roll effortlesslly off of hers.
No, I did not cheat on my husband. I never will, nor could I. 

Anyway, when she came under fire for sneaking out of the house to meet her boyfriend, she told the sister secret.  "Megan snuck out of our old house to meet her boyfriend and Sarah slept with, like, four guys in high school!"

What.  the.  Fuck. 

She was trying to justify her own stupid behavior with our stupid behavior!  Let me know if I'm not making sense, or if she was right in justifying herself in this manner.  However, I cannot.  I told her that secret in confidence, when she needed advice.  Yes, I was borderline retarded for confiding this in her.  She's not a good secret keeper.  She sucks.  She's a bitch.  And I hate that she thinks of only herself when she comes under fire. 

I'm going to punch her in the taco and then give her a shirt that says "Shut your whore mouth", c/o Aunt Becky.

I need a GPS for my BLOG

I obviously don't have a direction for my blog.  My purpose is to write whatever the hell I am feeling at the moment.  Getting lots of comments and becoming a blog of note is not something that I am aiming for.  I just want to write. 

I want to write about work.  My passion for chemistry and working with all neat-o instruments and having the ability to talk with people about that without sounding like a high almighty know it all is unique.  Want to know about chemistry? Want to know how long it really takes for all the analyses on CSI?  Yeah, talk to me.  I'll let you know.

I want to write about breastfeeding.  I'm still not sure if my son was just a horrible breastfeeder (or some hungry monster that didn't care about proper latch, but just wanted his god damn milk) or I was so freakin' inexperienced or maybe just a combination of the two.  Either way, we worked it out, and now, I could be a breastfeeding pro.  My wealth of knowledge about breastpumps and finicky eaters is vast.  Ask me.  I know pretty much all there is to know about booby milk.  And I'm not afraid to tell people about it.  Hell, I did an independent project during college to analyze the sugar content of my breastmilk.  My lab partner was totally awesome about it and he even did his seminar about it! Love that guy!  My husband totally enjoys this breastfeeding thing for many reasons.  Top ones: 1) He gets to see my boobs at least three times a day; 2)My boobs are huge compared to when we started dating; 3)He doesn't have to wake up in the middle of the night to feed the baby. 

Maybe I'll talk about how my husband and I have opened up to each other in the past few weeks.  We are a completely happier couple because of my invisible vixen friend.  Go see her.  Love her. 

As for my birthday list, I did already do something.  I planned a girls' night out for my girlfriends and me.  Should be awesome.  Margaritas, baby.  Bring on the tequila! 

Birthday

Tomorrow is my birthday. As a side note, it is also my father's birthday. And Pearl Harbor Day.  But, most importantly, it's my birthday. 

I won't be that old.  But I feel like I'm old.  Who wouldn't when the only thing in your household that is older than you is the house? No, nothing special planned.  I am taking a vacation day (without the kids....whoa....) and plan on cleaning my house.  I know.  Boring.

The gift that I may give myself is a list of accomplishments that I'd like to achieve.  Not unlike a New Year's Resolution list, but this has nothing to do with losing weight or stopping some bad habit.  I merely want to be comfortable with who I am.  I want to make more friends and have a girls' night out.  I'd like to know what it feels like to be reckless with a small amount of caution.  I want to be comfortable in my own body.  I want to be passionate about my husband and with my husband.  I want to be sexy, like, inner vixen sexy.  (note to self: need more black lace underwear) I want to work harder at my work and I want to focus on my children when I'm home.  I'd like to never have to mix the two.


A proper list will be added later, but for now, that's good enough.

I also want to learn how to take 2 minute showers so I don't have to wake up so damn early in the morning.