I need a Brownie…STAT

adulthood misspent youth, funny, growth, life choices

So I think (and by think I mean I know) I have a sugar addiction, I don’t crave chips or anything salty. When I get hormonal, emotional, or stressed – This b*tch needs sugar.

So today I need to go and try to battle Jared Jewelers and their interpretation of their warranty vs. what they told us. Ahh customer service at it’s finest.

AND the biggest deal today – I’m quitting….I’m a quitter.

Quit what you ask?

Birth control.



I’ve spent the last 3 decades not wanting to get pregnant. like at all. (i guess the first 2 decades don’t really count) So my internal child feels a sense of freedom and excitment at the possibility of this new chapter of my life, while my internal adult is pretty much freaking out-money/responsibility/obligation/freedom.

So the way I work is to always consider every idea that goes through my head, and ultimately I want this, I want my husband’s babies I want a family and a love that only comes from this adventure. What I fear won’t happen – ever – my husband is amazing.

That does not mean I’m not terrified.

On another note – Remi’s a pain, she won’t just lay down and rest, I have to keep yelling at her, I think she’s going to break herself…Please don’t dog, I need you around.

Todays challenge: Do ONE thing you’re afraid to do. Just try it. – well don’t hug a stranger, they may not like it or they may not wear deodorant.

Love to you all.


Time flies

life, living large, ramblings, saturday

when you stay busy, my husbands says “I want to be a professional blogger” after listening to something on the radio about some important person defining themselves as a professional blogger.

Isn’t this just a way to share thoughts and ideas? How do you make this a profession?

Either way – I made it to saturday. WOOHOO I did not get out of bed until nearly 8am! That’s a very selfish move; it may be saturday but I have my chores: Housework, workout, garden work (which i probably won’t do), my two labs, shower at some point, and get dressed before the hubs gets home.

Why is it that in your 20’s you can do all that before noon…at 30, I make my list but tackle only a few items. WTF universe?

Ehhh it’s okay, yesterday was payday and i’m already broke so staying at home is my only option!

Happy Saturday, do me a favor? Return your carts to the cart rack at the store. 🙂 I hate it when they are like free cattle in a parking lot.