So, TRYING to get back in the swing of things over here..... I've just deleted a bunch of aimless rambling that bored me to WRITE sooooo... yeah.
I feel like hooey today, which is thrilling. It's like, I'm not sick, but I'm not not sick. I'm fine and functioning, but just aaaaacccccccchhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg for my bed. But it's not [just] that I'm tired, I'm just....blech. It's also, very very very boooooooooooring.
Sooooooo...
let me take you to some of my favourite places on the interweb! hahaha WAHOO! I know, right? SO exciting!
CAKEWRECKS
THIS BLOG is, I think, the only thing ever, EVER, I've read on the internet that had me doubled over with laughter. These people are BEYOND funny. OH. MI. GAWSH. I can only imagine if you have any inclination for baking cakes that it would be about a trillion times funnier, but what do I know? Past chocolate chip cookies (which I have absolutely, 100% MASTERED, by the by) I'm not a baker. At all.
My most absolutely favourite two posts I've found on Cakewrecks so far? This one and this one. Read them. Love them. Laugh. Aaaaaaaand, actually, maybe make sure you go pee BEFORE you go visit the site, JUST IN CASE. ;)
Alright, well, that's enough today. I know I said "places" a minute ago, buuuut my couch and book are calling to me as Little Miss is busy stuffing her face with "gabwana" - she totally just ran over and said "trick or treat! I want some candy." She then settled on asking for a banana... - and watching Go Diego Go.
sneeze Ugh. Excuse me.
I know. I suck. ;)
I'm not going to lie, I missssssss blogging. But I just don't have anything interesting to say lately! hahaha Well, assuming anything I had to say ever was interesting in the first place - I've heard bloggers accused of being very egocentric thinking that anyone would give a crap to stop by and read whatever doldrums come rambling out through their fingers that day.... (shrug) Whatever.
I've had some GREAT run-ins with baby-making/planning questions lately, which have been a blast, but as that topic apparently offends some I feel I can't write about it. Though I will say that I was recently told that the longer a woman waits between children the lazier, and consequentially worse and worse a mother, she becomes. Followed up a week later by someone doing a water evaluation in my home asking me if we're planning on having another one anytime soon. Yeah. The water evaluation guy. 'Cause you know, we're tight like that. (rolling eyes)
What else can I tell you?
I was in a fairly crippling funk the better part of last year, I'm not going to lie. Made for some pretty interesting goings on over here AAAAAAAAAnnnnnnnnnddddd all the weight I lost and then some has come RACING back on. Which I think I may have said at some point - who knows? My blogging has been nothing if not sporadic the last year or so. Anyway, I put on so much weight that a couple of months ago I actually got into an argument at church, with a lovely busy-body who, by the way thinks Little Miss is small because she doesn't get enough exercise - if she's getting enough exercise then she'll sleep well at night and she'll grow when she's sleeping, so the fact she's petite OBVIOUSLY proves she's not getting enough exercise (rolling eyes. Again) - in a choir practice I was directing. In front of actually, like, our full choir that day. It rarely happens, but we finally have a good crowd and she up and says "are you pregnant?"
"No."
"No, you are. You're pregnant."
"No, I'm really not."
"No, Little Miss needs a sibling. I know. You're pregnant."
"I assure you I'm NOT pregnant."
"I'm sure you're pregnant."
"I'm NOT pregnant. I've put on about 20 or more pounds in the last few months. Thank you for noticing and pointing it out to everyone."
"No, you're pregnant."
"I am not pregnant. I keep peeing on the sticks and they keep saying 'no' so I'm pretty sure, I just got really fat."
"I'm sure you're pregnant."
I promise it went down just like that. Just like in the movies when a KID asks a fat lady when the baby is due, but it wasn't a kid, and she wouldn't DROP it!
So...that, and my MOM admitting how fluffy I'd gotten.... yeah, it got pretty out of hand.
It happens to me sometimes. I just get out of my groove and lose control. I hardly EVER have control of my eating habits, but I'm fairly good at staying on top of the exercise. It's a pain, now, 'cause I'm much better, and back to it - I've been exercising/running frequently probably for at least a couple of months, now - but I have SO MUCH WORK to do to get back to where I'd already worked so hard to get! hahaha And it's not even 'yo-yo' dieting, just.....yo-yo funkifying? Anyway, whatever. I'm a work in progress, what can I say?
Aaaaaaaaand, now that I'm boring ME I'm going to call it quits for the day (week? month? months? WHO knows?) aaaaaaand see what happens tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get outta' bed again in the morning and fit a 5K in before Mr. Man heads off to work. I like that schedule.
Cheers!
I've had some GREAT run-ins with baby-making/planning questions lately, which have been a blast, but as that topic apparently offends some I feel I can't write about it. Though I will say that I was recently told that the longer a woman waits between children the lazier, and consequentially worse and worse a mother, she becomes. Followed up a week later by someone doing a water evaluation in my home asking me if we're planning on having another one anytime soon. Yeah. The water evaluation guy. 'Cause you know, we're tight like that. (rolling eyes)
What else can I tell you?
I was in a fairly crippling funk the better part of last year, I'm not going to lie. Made for some pretty interesting goings on over here AAAAAAAAAnnnnnnnnnddddd all the weight I lost and then some has come RACING back on. Which I think I may have said at some point - who knows? My blogging has been nothing if not sporadic the last year or so. Anyway, I put on so much weight that a couple of months ago I actually got into an argument at church, with a lovely busy-body who, by the way thinks Little Miss is small because she doesn't get enough exercise - if she's getting enough exercise then she'll sleep well at night and she'll grow when she's sleeping, so the fact she's petite OBVIOUSLY proves she's not getting enough exercise (rolling eyes. Again) - in a choir practice I was directing. In front of actually, like, our full choir that day. It rarely happens, but we finally have a good crowd and she up and says "are you pregnant?"
"No."
"No, you are. You're pregnant."
"No, I'm really not."
"No, Little Miss needs a sibling. I know. You're pregnant."
"I assure you I'm NOT pregnant."
"I'm sure you're pregnant."
"I'm NOT pregnant. I've put on about 20 or more pounds in the last few months. Thank you for noticing and pointing it out to everyone."
"No, you're pregnant."
"I am not pregnant. I keep peeing on the sticks and they keep saying 'no' so I'm pretty sure, I just got really fat."
"I'm sure you're pregnant."
I promise it went down just like that. Just like in the movies when a KID asks a fat lady when the baby is due, but it wasn't a kid, and she wouldn't DROP it!
So...that, and my MOM admitting how fluffy I'd gotten.... yeah, it got pretty out of hand.
It happens to me sometimes. I just get out of my groove and lose control. I hardly EVER have control of my eating habits, but I'm fairly good at staying on top of the exercise. It's a pain, now, 'cause I'm much better, and back to it - I've been exercising/running frequently probably for at least a couple of months, now - but I have SO MUCH WORK to do to get back to where I'd already worked so hard to get! hahaha And it's not even 'yo-yo' dieting, just.....yo-yo funkifying? Anyway, whatever. I'm a work in progress, what can I say?
Aaaaaaaaand, now that I'm boring ME I'm going to call it quits for the day (week? month? months? WHO knows?) aaaaaaand see what happens tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get outta' bed again in the morning and fit a 5K in before Mr. Man heads off to work. I like that schedule.
Cheers!
