So, this week has been a bit of a challenge.
1) I have consumed approximately two full boxes of cookies, and I am not proud of it.
2) I had to buy smooth peanut butter, because it was on sale and ‘chunky’ wasn’t.
3) One of my oldest friends is getting married tomorrow and I have no idea what to write in her card (Current draft: Dear Bertha,* It seems like only yesterday that you were wearing a training bra and braces. Now you have a real bra, straight teeth, AND a husband. What is that about? Sincerely, Real Girl)
* Not her name. Although, I wish I had a friend named Bertha.
4) My large intestine is being very expressive this week (probably due to the travesty that is #1), and I feel like I am being continuously impaled by a tiny rhino.
5) Today, my friend bent over and I saw 100% of her boob and we were in a group of people so I didn’t say anything about it and now it’s really too late to say anything about it, so I’m going to have to live my entire life carrying around this secret boob sighting and I don’t know how to feel about that.
When I’ve had a challenging week such as this one, I like to sit down and have some high quality journal time. I turn on some Bruce Springsteen, crack out my scissors, and start creating.
I thought I’d show you lovely people some of my favourite journal pieces, today.
Hopefully you enjoy this brief glimpse into my (blackened) soul.
X
RG
Crohn's & the Real Girl 
I’m with you on the having a friend called Bertha, although to be honest I’d be happy just to meet someone called Bertha.That may just have gone on my bucket list…
Also never feel bad about eating too many cookies. Someone had to eat them or the cookies would never have fulfilled their destiny and that would have been cruel, so really you’re a hero!
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I like how you think, James.
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Sometimes, no matter what, one has to eat cookies…and “endure” a random sweater puppy escape…
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number 1 and number 2 is the epitome of first world tragedy. Like… why do bad things happen to good people? cookies is life and smooth peanut butter is the tears wept by satan that is congealed in the form of NO. PEANUTS. i’m weeping for you RG i really am. And btw, it warms my soul that you have such a tender artistic and literary side 🙂 I’m a literature geek and I appreciate beauty so DAYUM that is some fiiiiiiiiiine journal. I have a quotes bank on my electronic notepad – to date one of my favourite quotes: ‘Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.’ – F. S. Fitzgerald. Ok I’ll stop talking now before I start babbling about life haha 🙂 nice stuff RG 🙂 stay awesome *high five* x
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I actually laughed so loud when I read the “smooth peanut butter is the tears wept by satan” line. Thanks for the laugh and the quote — I needed both! *returns high five*
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Well I must return your comic genius with effort! It’s only fair. You make me work my brain for wit and humour so thank you for that 😀
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Cookies were made to be eaten. So really, you were completing their purpose in life and for that you should be proud – some would even call you a hero.
The start of the card to the person not call Bertha is already sounding awesome and if I received a card like that id be happy (possibly also because I’ve finally gotten married).
Your journal entries are so pretty!
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Thank you! And, in a moment of sheer panic, I actually wrote the exact Bertha draft in the real card. So, I hope my friend has a sense of humor now that she’s a real married adult.
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Reblogged this on Thoughts&Things and commented:
For a smile and a sigh of happiness 🙂 From RG the awesome – have a read, you won’t be disappointed
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🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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I love your journal.
And smooth peanut butter–I feel ya
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#5 – been there lol
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Always a joy to see what amusing things you write. I think you’re ability to find humor in your pain is a great gift. The secret boob sight, that crap is for real. I once awoke a friend of mine he carried with him an embarrassing fact. Needless to say I wish that image would fade with time. But hey, these are the battle scars of friendship (or the blackmail worthy things I can’t figure out which).
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Battle scars, indeed! Now I’m starting to wonder how many of my friends have secretly seen my boobs and not told me.
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Let’s hope that number if few.
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Dear Real Girl, I love your quotes and pictures. I wish I could destroy Crohn forever. Thanks for the post.
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Simply innocent thoughts.The life is not hard but it is rather light depending upon us.Pains n joy are part of life.No matter,they must enjoy with light words.Story of boob and cookies are proof of your innocence.Keep the nature for forever.
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LOVED the Bertha card!
I remember a lady bending over at the fridge and inadvertently giving me a secret boob sighting. No complaints from me. I draw the line, however, at overweight guys bending over and giving me a secret butt crack sighting.
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Haha fair enough. Secret butt crack sightings can be pretty traumatic.
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did anyone else see her boob? she’d probably be mortified so best it remains your scarred secret
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I was the sole boob-sighter (thank goodness).
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