June is Bustin' Out All Over

I've had this little post burning a hole in my pocket for several months, but now that I'm finally ready to write about it, I'm feeling kind of shy all of sudden. Sort of like that first dinner at my parents' house after my honeymoon. They were both extrememly happy and welcomed Mr Earth into the family whole-heartedly, but you couldn't deny the subtle undercurrent of awkwardness. My father could no longer pretend to himself that his only daughter had never had sex. No denial would save face, no "oh but daddy, we just hold hands and pray all night" would cut it this time. It was patently obvious. And my father didn't quite know what to do with the knowledge. As is my usual style, I just ignored the awkwardness and hoped it would go away.

That won't cut it this time. This is something you can't ignore. It's simply too big. But since I can't bring myself to say it outright, let me beat around the bush for a bit. Can you guess where I'm going with this:

I cried when Jaslene was made America's Next Top Model. (underdogs get to me every time)

I rage over the least little thing. (poor Mr Earth)

I have a newfound love of spicy foods. (chilies - your time is nigh)

My drink of choice these days is a Shirley Temple. (shut up, they're good...!)

I fall asleep about 9:30pm. (wild girl)

I can't do an hour-long run without hitting the bushes. (so classy)

I'm scared and happy at the same time. I'm happy to be scared and scared to be happy. (in short, I'm a mess).

Still no clue? Take a look at this amazing photo:

Yup, it's true. Come American Thanksgiving, the Earth trio turns quartet. So, I'm going to retire the ole diet for awhile and just let it all hang out. Hopefully, not TOO far. Good times.