You know how when you have emails in your inbox that keep piling up or a phone call you keep meaning to return and the longer you go without doing it, the harder it is to actually pull the trigger and then all of the sudden it’s been like 3 weeks and you start telling yourself the person must think you’re a real jerk anyway for taking so long to reply so….you just….procrastinate more…and it gets worse and worse? Yeah. That’s me right now. Me and this blog. I keep thinking of things I want to talk about but….then I get lazy…or I come up with excuses, or I try to write but the words just won’t come. And this has been going on far too long….on and off….and I hate it. cuz then I also feel dumb leaving comments on everyone else’s blogs, which is actually my favorite part of blogging, but I feel like if I leave a comment, you are going to come visit me and see that I haven’t updated in 2 weeks and be all “LAME.” And not give me a chance, but I swear I’m fun. I swear I am. I love girly stuff and yummy food and my kid is really, really cute (if I do say so myself…)
and I’m planning to do a bunch of fun stuff this fall that I hope to not be too lazy to take pictures of like apple picking (maybe?) and wine drinking (duh.) and New York City Wine and Food Festivaling and attempting to actually put in my hair extensions and style them and wear them out in public which should be good for quite a few laughs, I’m sure, and we’re going to The Oyster Festival…..and….and I’m gonna make White Chicken Chili soon…and Chicken Pot Pies! And I’m going to take pictures of that too and post the recipes and you will LOVE it. All of it. I promise you will. Just bear with me.
Do you know that yesterday was one of the top 100 worst days of my life? I decided that. I know it’s dramatic, since nothing truly tragic happened, but god, it really sucked the big one. First of all, it was Monday, which, well, sucks by definition. Then, it was super swamped at work, which makes the day go by faster, but something about the workload yesterday was just especially exasperating, add to that I woke up with *girl problems* if you’re picking up what I’m putting down??? And then, like salt in a wound, I came home to a jury summons. Really? really. Plus, the whole house is sick with this awful, phlegmy cough, which I can handle if it’s just me who’s afflicted, and even Ben is handling it pretty well but Scott? Don’t get me started. So to cheer myself up, I thought we should all go to the diner for dinner, except that Ben was a holy terror and wouldn’t touch his dinner and only wanted to scream and wiggle and Scott coughed the entire time and if you’ve never heard him cough? It is very unsettling. So there we were, Ben freaking out, Scott coughing out a lung, all I’m trying to do is enjoy my salad….to no avail. Wrap it up. Bad day. Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. And the icing on the cake? I got farted on. I give up, people. How is this my life?
But the good news is today is Tuesday, which is one day closer to Friday, which is my brother’s birthday and also, my favorite day of the week. In the meantime...read this, cuz I love Kim and you should too cuz she's real and this is how i feel a lot of the time....and also, look at what we are thinking of trying to do at our house...
pray for me, yes?
(I don't know, ok? I got nothin')