Mild, but good

I want to blog but I am having trouble concentrating. Maybe I shouldn't have had a beer AND a mojito. But they were so good.

Now I must slit my writs

I finally made it to Jazzercise, twice. Ooh, and I got new sneakers! But more importantly today we did a routine to a Jonas Brothers song. I had not heard one before and I had not ever wanted to hear one. EVER. Please draw me a warm bath.

And it continues...

Wednesday was eat-too-much-at-a-party day. Thursday I went out for sushi and today I plowed through some McDonald's when I was far too hungry. Tonight? Yeah, we're going to a friend's house for dinner and drinks.

I still haven't been to Jazzercise. I'll go in the morning, for sure.

I need an ass kicking

Why is it when I try to loose a little weight I just can't? The more I focus on trying to get rid of this fat on my stomach I just eat more. I went to a potluck party last night and everybody brought great food. I had to take an appetizer so I made a household favorite, tomato and garlic tarts. We hadn't made them in a few years so I tested out the recipe the day before and then we ate them all. They are so awesome. I made a double recipe to take to the party yesterday, I ate more there along with a sampling of everything else. I am totally hitting the toughest Jazzercise class tomorrow.

Crazy stress case

Even with my new sense of calm and rejuvenated interest in making art, I am still heavily committed to being a stress case by gritting my teeth. I'm watching tv and trying to write a blog post and suddenly I realize my jaw hurts.

But whenever I think of myself as a stress case, I think about this photo. Look at that clenched fist!



I'm having a beer! I'm having a beer with my sister! I'm having a beer with my sister ON THE BEACH! What the hell is wrong with me? I'll tell you.

This was taken about three weeks before my wedding. A wedding at my house, in my backyard. A house that didn't have an oven, a kitchen ceiling or a finished backyard. A backyard that was supposed to have a deck that we were supposed to be getting married on. A backyard that was supposed to have plants and look beautiful. All this stuff was supposed to be wrapping up but then Thomas decides well we really should fix these stairs over here.



And we fixed those stairs, and we finished our deck. I planted all the plants, we installed our oven, put up our ceiling and managed to slap up some paint. So today while I'm sitting here with my feet propped up typing on my laptop in my home that has an awesome kitchen and a kick ass backyard, I wonder why the hell am I gritting my teeth?

Post-vacation Life Changes

1. I've stopped biting my fingernails.

2. I am excited about painting and making art again. I haven't done much drawing or painting or anything art-related since I left college and I don't know why. Something kicked me into gear and I hauled out my paints and rulers and my easel and I've been having a great time.

3. I have a desire to keep my kitchen clean. I have managed to keep my kitchen clean for FOUR weeks. Of course it's not spotless but the dishes are done within twelve hours after they're used. I've baked cookies, cobblers, pasta dishes. I've made waffles, hot dogs and stirfry AND YOU WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW IT. Amazing, right?

Hi, how are ya?

I've been thinking for a while now that I need a space where I can write about what's going on in my life. I love my regular blog but I have it tied to my professional website. I feel a little awkward writing about the things that actually happen in my life. The really funny things, the slightly risque things and the curse words are censored from my regular blog. I want a blog about me. A journal.