big freaking baby

i actually threw a fit today. a full fledged fit. i stomped my feet and whined. i REALLY didn't want to work out. but, the laundry was going, kids were peaceful, and the dog poop clean up was even lower on the list. plus it was cold out. i know that in 4 months when i'm basking on the beach i will regret not working out every single day. but right now, i'm content with my delightful coffee and excessive use of facebook. i really want some of those weighted sneakers so i can pretend to work out all the time. they make your ass hot. the commercials say so. after my fit, and my explanation to my 6yr old about my fit, i did work out. legs. it sucked. i feel fabulous. i hate that. i have no excuse, truly i don't. i just stomped my foot again.

lots and lots

i was walking around this morning looking for crap to throw away. i found lots. the trash guy comes tomorrow so the kids will never know *evil chuckle* i also noticed that if we ever have to move in the near future i am screwed! i have lots of stuff like books and books and pjs and books but they aren't strew about. joe has papers. and notebooks. and more papers. what the hell does one do with all the papers? seriously, hiring a dumpster. knowing my luck we will get audited moments after the dumpster has disappeared with all the papers. i'm moving to mexico.

hmmmm

i'm already looking at flights for pa this summer. i miss summer. i miss tan legs. strappy sandals. skimpy dresses. flip flops. the smell of dirt. and grass. i feel like a caged chicken. yes, a chicken. this is what i deal with so this will be the example.

waiting...

it feels like my winter is spent waiting. for school to end. for the meat to thaw. for joe to get home. for friday. for someone to play their freaking turn on wordscraper. for book club. for motivation. for the laundry pile to be big enough to force me to do laundry. for summer. for my garden. oh my garden. i made a list of things to do in the garden during the end of winter. i can't do anything till march. so now i'm waiting till march. argh.

i need projects. that are free.

grumble..work...complain

i need a job. at night. it sucks but something must be done. side work won't pay the bills. neither will painting my mom's basement. as much as i love doing that...... i have the best daycare kid EVER so i don't really want to try getting more. that is always more hassle than it's worth. think starbucks would be nice. serving is for the young and much more motivated. plus i don't think i could handle all the drama. i could do a night shift somewhere. i would stock the crap out of those shelves! but, oh, my sleep! my precious, precious sleep! i truly am the biggest baby.

why i had to go out dressed like this......

the cold water in my bathroom decided not to work last night. so i had to bathe in the hall bath where none of my shampoo is. yes, i could have, and should have, taken my stuff from the other bathroom, but alas, i am lazy. today while attempting to not have an emotional crisis over nothing, i was actually doing my hair. turns out, i should have washed it not only yesterday but any of the previous 4 days. ick. my hair looked wet. it wasn't. i tried the trick of powder on the roots. sooo........makeup powder doesn't work the same as baby powder. now my hair looked wet and tan. i tried to find a hat~ nothin. this lovely do-rag (this is what we call them) was going to have to be my adornment for the rest of the day. i went to lunch w joe, to the chef outlet store, the dutch bakery, the feed store, a fly fishing store, a music store, hobby lobby, the salvation army and my kids' school with a do-rag on my head. my mother would be so proud.

also, i had the paris hilton sunglasses on all day too!

a bit disheartening

so i was watching tv last night and one of the characters was outside with a cup of coffee. someone screamed from the side "this woman is still breathing!" and he dropped his coffee and ran to help. here's the sad part~ i knew as i was watching that i would have looked for a place to *set* my coffee down THEN run over to help the lady. is this the semi-clean girl in me or the ultra-selfish beeotch? if it was indoors i think i could pawn off this behavior to not wanting to make a mess on the floor. but it was outside! who cares?! apparently i do, about my coffee! i figure that i at least recognized my selfishness and can change it? maybe? hopefully? ok, seriously, did i just blog about a tv scene?