Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
One of the loves of my life, the lil guy my blog is named after, Benny! I can't fall asleep so I'm blogging. This works! This guy has no trouble sleeping though, he is actually snoring! Louder than my husband too.
Anyhow, is it too ridiculous that I want to throw him a 2nd birthday party next month? And a costume one? With little puppy cupcakes for all his friends? (he doesn't have friends.)
Monday, September 22, 2008
- A bachelor's in Journalism
- 2.5 years as a Realtor
- A moderate disposition.
I hated sales. I love to write. Am finding that anything that interests me in the least wants at least 3-5 years experience. What's a girl to do to get her foot in the door? This chick wants a J-O-B now. Please hire me!
Speaking of glittery prom dresses, I kind of miss the process of getting all dolled up for a formal event. I mean since our wedding, which I guess wasn't that long ago, I've realized that my most formal and important of dress-wearing moments is over (until I win a Grammy). And I've probably gained too much weight to put on the damn dress to just wear around the house (which sounds VERY appealing right now). Would it be entirely odd to find a reason to wear my wedding dress again?
Saturday, September 20, 2008
My must haves:
Huge Walk-in Closet
Room for an office
Adam's Must haves:
Place to put the beer
Place to put the plasma.
And the differences between men and women continue... (Although I am planning on getting more into drinking. I sort of aspire to become a wine afficionado.) I presume this is where I actually go out into the world and get a paying job so that we can achieve both of our wants. I'm sure it will make me a better person. (and that is sooo not sarcastically speaking)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I love yellow. And in a peacoat! And the dotted dress is so cute! And I've been seeing feathered headbands and wanna try the look. And tiered dresses are fab. And who doesn't love a creepy owl?
The problem is, there are 14 other items in my cart that are must-haves also. Where do I draw the line? I'm still under 300 bucks, but it's 300 bucks I do not have. A conundrum...
Monday, September 8, 2008
Then a couple of weeks ago Adam said, "That's it, I am baking SOMETHING!" Which, for Adam to offer to bake is extremely adorable (I love that my man can work magic in the kitchen). So he made lemon bars. Gleefully. He did so well that I had to polish them off so he could make something the next day (we're both fundamentally against baking a new item when there are still helpings of other goodies available). Then it was fudge brownies. Then cookie bars. Then chocolate chip muffins. Then cinnamon swirl crumb cake. We were both in awe of the wonders that our beauty of a mixer could make. And it was so fun and easy to use. Not at all as intimidating as I had imagined it would be.
Anyhow, the problem is that this madness must end. I cannot keep eating all these confectionary delights at such a manic pace. I need vegetables! I need to eat healthier. I mean, my dr. allowed me to indulge in every edible whim I had while undergoing treatment, but now I have no excuse. I need to start taking care of my body so that it doesn't betray me again. So I am going to take over and cook HEALTHY items for dinner. No more sugar! (at least as soon as I polish off this last bit of crumb cake). And maybe I can find some healthy things to bake with the mixer.
I was mortified at my last weigh-in at the doctors, so I have to kick myself into high gear with being healthy. I'll let you know how I do.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Family one featured two rude and obese teenage daughters and their equally rude and obese parents. Family number two was an uber conservative Christian family with 5 children. And a whip called the "whacker."
At first I thought the disgustingly fat permissive family was completely horrible, yet after watching the militant-like parenting in the Christian family, I concluded that both were out of touch with reality. Yes, kids should be kids but they do need order and discipline, otherwise they have no chance in the real world.
The whole corporal punishment thing is beyond me. The reason parents spank their children is to let out their own frustration with them, and I believe it serves no purpose in actually disciplining the child and helping them realize the wrong that they did. Communication is imperative when parenting.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must go back to watching a redneck chauvinist get yelled at by a proud working black woman.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
So I really want a bicycle, because otherwise I'll continue to be fat. I figure I can ride around a bit and have a rock hard body. How hard can it be? Shed 10 pounds with ease!
Problem: I never really learned how to ride a bike. Enter the adult tricycle! I dig the clever basket in the back for stashing books or babies. I'd just need to get a bell.
Monday, September 1, 2008
For a long time now I've been struggling with who I am, who I want to be, what I want to do, what I want to become. There is the me that I have in theory and would like to be, and then there is the actuality of me (which for the time being, ain't been so pretty). I fancy myself a bright girl with a lot to offer, but when it comes down to selecting what it is I need to do, I become increasingly self deprecating - who'd want to hire me?
There are so many things I wish for. I want to be a better wife. A good domesticated goddess who can cook and clean and fix things and bake scrumptious goodies with ease and on command. I want to be a better friend. I want to be accessible and available to my friends and to make friends. I should probably charge my cell phone that's been dead for the last 5 months. I want to travel and read more. Be knowledgeable and cultured and sophisticated... You know, all grown up and whatnot. I want to know my professional calling. I want to start working and making money and be more independent and buy property in the forseeable future. So many I wants...
But back to the thought at hand: Should I blog for myself or for my invisible audience?
For now I will use this as a cathartic tool, to try to let some of myself out. I'm severely self-editing. Maybe I should just be me, and let everybody see me, the way I am, unapologetically? And that way if you don't like me, it won't be because I was painfully shy and never ventured to make the effort. I always feel so sad about the past; missed opportunities and friendships because I was too shy or lazy or I don't know what.
I'm tired of wondering what people will think of me. Life's too short to live like that. The people that love me will, and that's all I need.
Feeling somewhat vindicated over myself.