Mardi Gras!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I wasn't too impressive) hahah.....

It's funny because I say I had a blast - and I did. HOWEVER, In my older age now....ha! I seemed to get a little blitzed before I was supposed to. I went to the Endymion Ball. Ahhhh I got to dress up all pretty and everything. I was so upset because I missed Kevin Costner....my friends then reminded me that I DID see him! Sheesh.

Note to self: I'm too old for all the Mardi Who Haaa..........

Hormones.....Ain't that a B****

It's amazing how the chemicals in our bodies truly make us who we are each day.

Usually when it's "that" time of the month, I'm no different than I am any other day. However, every once in a blue moon....it will HIT me. I shock myself sometimes and think....who IS that woman. Apparently, that is "no holds barred" Beth. It's a good thing she only comes out periodically, otherwise, I might even call myself a b-word.

I don't think I am mean.......but if every thought that passed through my mind, passed from my lips....I don't think I'd make it that long. And it's just on those random days where my tongue gets loose and all that bad comes flapping out. Ugh.

So, from the title of the blog, it tells you - I had a bad day, er, week. I cried at work....twice....in front of my bosses. I even yelled at a guy who had no direct impact on my own unhappiness. I questioned this mans intellect. To his face.....over and over. All I could think about afterwards was, what kind of day this guy had up to having to deal with me. What if he had a crisis he was dealing with? What if he was sick? Terminally ill? His parents terminally ill? I had an hour drive home after the altercation. I got into my car, into my driving zone.....turned on the radio....and nothing. My radio magically stopped working. I think you know who was trying to get me to do something.

And that's what I did. I drove the whole way back to my house - with myself. Just nice me, and mean me there to reflect on my actions. It was a brutal drive. And if the punches I was throwing myself were actually real? I'd have had my own share of cuts and bruises. I felt terrible.

This morning, I called the place where I had belittled this man, but he wasn't there. I did however leave a message with someone to get to him, that I was very very sorry for the way I had treated him. It doesn't make it ok, but it helped me forgive myself.

Note: Hormones make you crazy, it's still no excuse, but if you get out of line and you know you did....never hesitate to apologize.

Granted, if you are an a-hole 24/7 this will probably lose its touch. But if you use it in only the most out of line instances.....it's better for everyone involved.

Again, I'm sorry Marriot Man.