85 posts tagged “i have issues”
It is well known that I tend to be a stuffer when I clean. As long as there are empty closets and baskets, I'll shove stuff in 'em and forget about it. However, there always comes a time when there are no longer places to stuff things and the house never looks clean because there is an abundance of stuff.
Just wondering if I am the only person that tends to eat more when they are sick. It's like, I feel bad, so I go around the house eating whatever I can get my hands on hoping that it will be the magical thing that will make me feel better. In the end, I'm still sick and now my pants are tight too.
Sure, I've been sick for a week and a half now with a cold that is holding on like a pit bull. And swine flu has hit the kids' school (not my kids luckily). But there are the graces in life that make it all ok.
Not liking:
- Being sick. I've been sick for over a week now. Every time I think I'm done with it, it decides it can go another round. I'm sure Target is staying in business just from the amount of Theraflu and Tylenol Cold I've bought over the last couple of weeks. (Steve and Ashley were sick a week or so ago.)
- My hair. I did have a couple of days where I was really regretting cutting it off. Then I just starting to think of all the things I didn't like about long hair. Couple that with finally pretty much having the styling part down now, and I'm loving it.
- NoiseTrade.com is awesome. Seriously, so much good free music. Just downloaded Alli Rogers. Never heard of her before today, but she's good.
- Allie Moss. Not only is her album awesome, but she actually answers Tori on Facebook. That makes Tori happy which makes me happy. She's just good people. I wish I had the time/money to go to the Ingrid Michaelson concert on Wednesday in Towson. I'd totally bring them all some Nutella goodies because they are all cool, but especially Allie.
- Wednesday night doctrine classes at church. It's just so good to dig down deep into the Bible.
- Hats and scarves. Seriously men, how do you deal with the cold neck thing? I know how I do, cute hats and scarves. I'm guessing you all don't care to run around in fuschia berets and flowered sparkly scarves, but it helps my cold neck.
- Steve. He's just wonderful and cute and I love him.
Do you know how hard it is to decide which delicious Halloween cereal to have for breakfast after weeks of Activia yogurt mixed with granola? So hard I had to have a bowl of each. Franken Berry won hands down. Best taste and marshmallow to cereal ratio, in case you were wondering.
I always have the strangest dreams in those nine minutes of sleep between hitting the snooze bar and the alarm going off again. Last night was no exception. I was at my parent's house having a Vox meetup with Jamie and Mad Tante. Jamie's son was there and so was my Sophia. I couldn't remember Mad Tante's name in my dream. Although, now that I am awake, I don't think I know it in real life. I also made sure to ask Sophia to take pictures so I could blog about it. So yeah, kinda bummed it wasn't real when I woke up. Mad Tante is really nice and funny in dreamland. I bet she is in real life too. If I'm ever out in the Ozarks, I'll have to look her up!
Perhaps if I updated more frequently, I wouldn't feel the need to write a "Reader's Digest Condensed Version" type blog post every week or two. Speaking of Reader's Digest Condensed Books, my mom had a bunch of those things. I probably ought to see if they condensed War and Peace. I still haven't conquered it. But I have read the first chapter twice.
It's a widely known fact that I hate to exercise. In the past, I'd preferred to just eat less than exercise. At some point in my older age, just cutting back wasn't doing it, and I was on track to gain, um 7 lbs since last year. Not a good thing if you do that every year for the next 10 years. The straw that broke the camel's back was when I couldn't get my favorite jeans up past my thighs without breaking a sweat (that is no joke people).
Next time one of my children is stung by a bee, I will not attempt to tell them to calm down or that it's not so bad. Why? Well, I stepped on one while walking in the yard and it hurt. I pulled out the stinger and thought, "Holy crap, that is ridiculously painful." It was a nice little reminder after not being stung since I was a young child catch bumble bees and putting them in empty margarine containers and shaking them up real hard for the fun of it. (Yes, I deserved to be stung after doing that, I realize that. I had a rotten side as a child.)
The kids are all getting ready for their summer trips with their dad/stepmom or mom/stepdad. Ok, I am getting them ready, either way, we are in the throes of packing/organizing, seeing who is missing what and whether everyone has a decent amount of underwear. The usual.
