#2. I like too many things. I'm like a nosy little gnat. Buzz, buzz, buzzz... I get all of these grand and wonderful ideas in my head. And I even start most of them, but I hardly finish any. I dabbled in acting once upon a time and got tired of the waiting, (you do more waiting than actual acting when you're acting). I plunged head first into photography, but now I only do it when the mood strikes. I started writing a novel, (ok really, who hasn't), but only got as far as the outline, preface, and first chapter... and then my head went blank. Now I'm on a gigantic DIY kick. Sometimes I wish I hated everything and found wonder in nothing. Oh well, at least I'm never bored.
#3. My hubby read my last blog post. Ya' know... the one about how much I love him. I dunno why I was all shy about it when he told me. I mean I put it out there for the entire planet, (and perhaps some bored aliens), to read. I guess it all boils down to the fact that I still want to impress him with my awesomeness. Maybe I thought he'd think it was silly... but I was wrong. I actually wooed him with that little blog post. Go figure. Oh hey... have I mentioned I love that guy? Yeah, I do. I love that man of mine.
#4. I (kinda) can't wait for school to let out for the summer... but then again I know that after about 2 weeks of them being home I'll be ready for them to go back to school. Maybe this summer will be different. They're all teenagers now... just about. The oldest 2 want jobs, and all 3 want to hang out with their friends and not their uncool mother. So I probably won't see them much anyway. Maybe I won't be ready for them to go back. That'll just mean they're that much closer to moving out, right?? Aaaaand now I feel sad. Sigh.
#5. My doctor told me I have to get thinner. I really don't want to, I don't care to, and I don't like to. Losing weight means that I have to take in less calories than I expend. Which means I feel hungry. Now, you can tell me: "Oh eat more fiber, more protein, blah, blah, blah..." But unless I'm eating enough to fill the contents of my fat little belly, I'm still gonna feel hungry. And I f#cking hate feeling hungry. Not to mention I like to eat. I'm trying these shakes that cost me an arm & a leg. They're working for everyone else I know, but not for me. Of course the only times I've ever lost weight I was only consuming around 800 calories a day... more than that and I either maintain or gain. I guess I just have to buckle down and starve... or stay chubby and die of a heart attack or stroke. I dunno what's worse honestly.
#6. What was I talking about??
(Meet Bow-Tie. He kinda looks like the Crack Fox...)
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