Thursday, July 29, 2010

Trust Issues

Can my fragile Bipolar brain take much more?

 So you know my Internet has been acting screwy for the past two weeks and I put a call into the cable company.  A tech came out today and after a few hours discovered many issues but the main one being, the Internet connection is too fast.  Is there such a thing?  Apparently, it is too much for the lines and it needed to be corrected.  It has seemed fine since he fixed it but he was baffled that it has not affected my TV.  With the exception of a random break and pick-up while recording Big Brother After Dark, I have never noticed a problem with the cable.  Since it only seems to go down after midnight, we will see if everything goes smooth when today turns into tomorrow.

If you are faint of heart, don't really enjoy the occasional TMI, you are of the male persuasion or you are offended by things like Summer's Eve then you should turn away now because there is no coming back from this.

You know my man is rock solid!  With the exception of his beastly snoring and a few other quirks, he is A-OK in  my book.  He likes to buy me stuff.  Last night he was going to Meijer to get deodorant because my stupid butt forgot to pick it up at the grocery.  I know...shame on me!  He always asks me if I need him to pick anything up.  I asked him to pick up some tampons.  What?  He has purchased more tampons than a school nurse!  He knows exactly which brand and I even sent him with a coupon.  What?  Those things are expensive! Yes, I am going to save a buck.  Any how, here is where it goes downhill.  Today after my shower, I break open the new box and as I was ripping the perforated tab on top of the box, I notice the words "Meijer".  And this is where my brain goes to the dark side.  As I am holding this tampon with one hand and the box in the other, I begin to imagine the 10-year old boy who constructed this generic tampon in some sweatshop in Yemen.  I think about how he probably doesn't give two shits if the string is properly sewn in or not.  Just to clarify, I do not think (yes I do)  my woo is made of Kryptonite or some equally precious metal and above being subjected to a generic tampon but this is kind of like the mayonnaise thing.  Yes, I have trust issues.  There are just some things that only name-brand will do.  I proceed to give the tampon the once-over pulling on the string and analyzing the fibers like Inspector #24.  It appeared to be the same quality as my beloved Tampax, the name I have trusted for many, many years.  So I took the leap and tried the store label feminine product and I have not experienced any issues.  I will say, if I contract TSS I will be madder than a mother fucker!

Beau also bought me a hula hoop!

6 comments:

  1. When sticking something in one's orifice, I think the preference is for something familiar to that person. That's my take on it anyway.

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  2. lmbo.. yeah I have sensitvity issues down there as well. I can't wear tampons at all and only one kind of pad.. yeah makes life interesting

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  3. Thank you to the Gods of Kotex.. I no longer need those things.. but even when I needed them, tampons were a no go.

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  4. tampons schmanpons that's what I say.
    I only wear em when I swim.
    other than that it's the ole pad...

    Too fast internet? really?
    WOW. never heard of that before.

    But i too am a name brand sort of gal too.

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  5. I can tell ya what...I am bout to call Bob and tell him by slowing down my super fast connection that it is taking me forever to load comments just to even comment back to you guys on my own blog. My facebook is slower than crap and I was in the middle of a Big Brother war with my sister. Holly, you needn't rub it in!! LOL

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  6. I'm sooo with ya on the tampon thing. I gotta stick with the name brand! Some things you just can't go cheap on!! Soo nice of your husband to buy your tampons, though. If I just mention the needing tampons, my husband says, "you are going".

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