And for once, I am not talking about the pressure of my ever expanding bloat against my jeans. (Hell, or my weight gain for that matter.)
No. I have placed my blog on another blog of July 2012 moms to be. Do you know what that means? Tens of people could read this. I feel so much pressure to make this blog... interesting. What will I talk about?
I don't want to turn this into a pregnancy blog. It will get there, I am sure, but I don't want it to be that yet.
I didn't want this to turn into a weight loss blog. Fortunately for me, I can't lose weight, so I guess that worked out ok, (And for the record, I am down 7 pounds in the past two weeks.)
I still post about my 101 things to do in 1001 days. Speaking of which, I jumped into a pile of leaves today. Another one done.
And can I count seeing Harry Potter with my mom twice? Cuz she came over (and I still haven't told her) and we watched it again.
So what shall I blog about? My new found love of fajitas? (oh, burrito jalisco, why do you have to be open until 3 am?)
Christmas? How long can that last? (I know, less than 6 weeks!)
My New Year's resolutions? OK, yeah, because I know I'll lose weight. I'll drop about 20 pounds in July alone, wink wink.
So I guess I will just ramble for a while. Seems to work thus far.
And to any bumpies that may read, plase feel free to follow me and leave comments. I love comments and having "followers" makes me feel so powerful! You will obey.....
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Sunday, November 13, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
100th Entry
Really? Is that all? It seems like I've been pouring my heart out here for a lot longer than 100 posts. Wait... TV shows get a huge cake when they hit 100 episodes. Where's my cake? Maybe next week, on my birthday.
Jeez, I'm going to be 37 next week. When did I get that old? I mean, it's not old, but wasn't I just 25 a few weeks back? I still can't believe how much my life has changed in the past few years, but to say that I'm close to 40. I have a young child at home... how could I be in my late 30's?
OK, this wasn't supposed to be a birthday vent. This is a celebration post.
100 entries about stuff no one gives a shit about.
100 entries about paying off my debt (which is going pretty well, I might add).
100 entries about how much I love my family (or hate them, depending on my mood).
100 entries about how this time the diet will work. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!)
100 entries about the 101 things I will do in 1,001 days. If I had done one for every post, I would be just about done, but I am nowhere near it.
I do enjoy writting in this blog though. It gives me space to be me, whether you like it or not. It gives me the space I need to get stuff off my chest, so that I don't explode. I feel like this is my chance to talk to other adults, since I don't get to do that every day (even when Pat comes home before bed!)
It gives me the opportunity to do something while I wait. (And I am waiting again...)
Hopefully I haven't bored anyone to death and if I have, it will do no good to apologize now, so I won't. You know, cuz you're dead and stopped reading this long ago. You wouldn't read my apology anyway.
I am very proud of myself for the things I have aaccomplished this year. I am on a road to financial recovery, and I am in a much better mental state because I can swear as much as I want to when I am here. I get things off my chest and I confide in you, dear reader, things I would probably never say aloud. You can say them to me, and I will run and delete and then deny it, but whatevs.
Bottom line: I feel like Popeye. I am what I am and that's all that I am. I am free here, and no one can take that from me.
(And just so you know, even though the blog count says 95, I have a few entries that I never finished, so this is technically my 100th. Maybe that's why there's no cake!)
Jeez, I'm going to be 37 next week. When did I get that old? I mean, it's not old, but wasn't I just 25 a few weeks back? I still can't believe how much my life has changed in the past few years, but to say that I'm close to 40. I have a young child at home... how could I be in my late 30's?
OK, this wasn't supposed to be a birthday vent. This is a celebration post.
100 entries about stuff no one gives a shit about.
100 entries about paying off my debt (which is going pretty well, I might add).
100 entries about how much I love my family (or hate them, depending on my mood).
100 entries about how this time the diet will work. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!)
100 entries about the 101 things I will do in 1,001 days. If I had done one for every post, I would be just about done, but I am nowhere near it.
I do enjoy writting in this blog though. It gives me space to be me, whether you like it or not. It gives me the space I need to get stuff off my chest, so that I don't explode. I feel like this is my chance to talk to other adults, since I don't get to do that every day (even when Pat comes home before bed!)
It gives me the opportunity to do something while I wait. (And I am waiting again...)
Hopefully I haven't bored anyone to death and if I have, it will do no good to apologize now, so I won't. You know, cuz you're dead and stopped reading this long ago. You wouldn't read my apology anyway.
I am very proud of myself for the things I have aaccomplished this year. I am on a road to financial recovery, and I am in a much better mental state because I can swear as much as I want to when I am here. I get things off my chest and I confide in you, dear reader, things I would probably never say aloud. You can say them to me, and I will run and delete and then deny it, but whatevs.
Bottom line: I feel like Popeye. I am what I am and that's all that I am. I am free here, and no one can take that from me.
(And just so you know, even though the blog count says 95, I have a few entries that I never finished, so this is technically my 100th. Maybe that's why there's no cake!)
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