Tuesday, October 2, 2012

I'm back. For reals this time.

I was an awesome blogger in 2011.  Like really good.

I'm tired of blogging about not being able to lose 10 pounds (blah blah blah researching lipo... kidding.  Kind of) and death.  And chances are if there are any readers left, you're tired of it too.

So.  It stops today.  The poor me/sad me blogging stops.  Because the truth of the matter is that life is quite good.  Excellent even.  It's just that I get sad and I write.  I get happy and I laugh and play and savor the moment.  You get it.

So. Without further ado.  Some observations and revelations, old school styles.

My baby turns two this month. I'm not crying about it (see above note about no more sad blogging).  But 2? Really?  Cause I think she was born like a month ago and yesterday she started walking and now she's turning 2? How is that possible?  Serious. And here's the thing.  She's a talker. Her brother was and continues to be a talker and she's a HUGE talker.  Like full sentences.  And correct grammar.  It's the grammar that gets me.  Sometimes I wish when I hear 'Mommy I do it myself' (albeit in a sweet toddler voice) I secretly (or outloud) wish she'd say 'Mommy, my do it!'  And the potty.  She wants to sit on the potty.  I'm not begging to wipe her ass for a lot longer but come on, one thing at a time please.

Halloween.  It's a big deal in our neighborhood.  So big, in fact, that I made a burlap wreath.  Made one.  And I didn't have to start over and I didn't throw anything against the wall.

On a weight related note (but not a poor me sad face one) my husband hid the scale.  And for a month it's been nice to not have it in the bathroom taunting me, begging me to get on it every hour on the hour to see if I lost a pound by cutting some pineapple and doing the dishes.  But now I'd like to get back on it.  Not hourly, maybe weekly and he won't tell me where it is.  Do your grocery stores have giant old school scales? Ours does.  And I think that's where my weekly weigh ins will now take place.  At Publix.  See you there.

Back to Halloween.  Cosutmes.  The kids were discussing their costumes and Cannon was planning on Batman (until we went to Target and he saw Optimus Prime.  Game over) and E will be a princess (obviously).  And I overheard this from the playroom, "Since you're going to be a princess I will protect your kingdom." And I died. Of a happy full heart.

I was gonna do the mudroom project.  Pinterest style only hiring someone to do it.  And I kept getting these quotes where they would say 'It's $XXX and we'll put in a shelf and a cabinet" and no one told me what the cabinet would look like or the shelf or if it would be made of rich mahogany or freaking plywood.  So I bought a storage bench and hung some hooks myself and all is right in the mudroom.

The dog.  He wasn't putting any weight on his back foot (one of them, yes he has 2) and I was feeling all, 'oh my god the dog is broken cause I don't pay any attention to him and we have to take him to the vet immediately even though I have the two kids with me and it will be a giant pain in the ass'.  So I did.  $300 later he's got a sprained ankle.  Or possibly a dislocated ankle cause once we got home, it was fine.  So the vet thinks dislocated.  I call bullshit and he wanted attention.  $300 worth.

I started using myfitnesspal (yesterday).  Cause I got an iPhone (5 bitches) and it's easy.  And did you know you can just scan the barcode of whatever you're eating and it adds it!?!?  Even stuff from Trader Joe's (where I can now drive in a mere 90 minutes instead of 3 hours).  So between the app and the Publix weigh in's I should be able to shame myself into losing the weight.  If not, lipo.  Who's coming with me?

I got a new camera.  Cause I've got this business and it's going well and I really love it and it's actually all rainbows and butterflies.  And my new camera is smarter, and prettier than I am.  And the day it was delivered I missed the UPS man and almost chased him down in my car with one child at home asleep but I didn't.  I instead opted to BEG and PLEAD and incessantly call the distribution center to get him to come back.  And he did.  So I've got this new camera and I'm afraid of it a little bit.  But I'm less afraid and more totally psyched for a new challenge and a no longer 'bottom of the barrel' camera.

This is the time of year I really really really miss living in the midwest.  Because right now it's like 85 with 185% humidity and a dew point of a trillion.  And everyone else is picking pumpkins and making soup and jumping in piles of brightly colored leaves and having family photo shoots on pretty farms where the sun is golden and no one is sweating.  But we did go to the beach on Sunday and get a tan.  So take that.

Ok.  Not bad for my first day 'back in the saddle' of the fun side of blogging.  Maybe there will even be pictures next time.  But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The Best part?  I'm baacccckkkk.


Lindsey said...

My husband is in the process of transforming one of four closets on our main floor into an entry bench/hook area. He took off the closet door so it is wide open and has built it from scratch. I sent him a link with very general instructions. I think our marriage is on the rocks until this is finished. Of course he wanted to buy cheap fabricated crap. Luckily I put a stop to it and got decent wood.

ilikebeerandbabies.com said...

I did NOT know that about fitness pal. Thanks!

Katy said...

I'm happy you are back :o) And I didn't know that about My Fitness Pal; thanks!

Audrey said...

i'm happy you're back! and, what are you doing with your old camera? i am looking for a used "good" one. Okay, what i'm really looking for is a used dslr that is for dummies!

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