Obviously I haven't been very inspired to write lately. Blogging is a little like working out. Once you start slacking, it's easy to fall into a rut of excuses.
Have you seen this commercial?
"My mom called."
"Oh, that's a day right there."
Something pretty much exactly like that. Except I like when my mom calls. You get the idea.
But if you get into the habit of doing it a few times a week, it's a rewarding and fulfilling part of life. And then you stand up straighter, you sleep better, you feel a little more confident and assured in yourself.
I haven't been working out lately either. So the blog and my belly are a bit of a flabby, neglected mess.
For what it's worth, many other aspects of life lately are simply splendid. Perhaps I should share them! On this here BLOG, the sole purpose of which is to share the splendid (and sometimes not-so-splendid) aspects of life!
Here are just a couple...
Bra fittings. I got my first one in 5+ years the other day. I spent a pretty penny on 4 new bras in a completely different size than I was wearing (thank you pregnancy and nursing and drastic fluctuations in weight), but it was very well worth it. In the few days after I started wearing the new bras I was told by multiple people that I looked thinner. My sister said it looked like my boobs got smaller. This is a good thing. Smaller = perkier. Ladies, if you haven't had a fitting in a while, go get one. Especially if you've recently had a baby. It will change your life.
Sorry, no pics. Keep dreaming.
Tony's play-off beard. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the reasons behind it. Truly. But once the 'stache started growing over his top lip I got a little skeeved. And since then every once in a while I'll look at my husband and have to do a double take. Who is this man?
We're getting dangerously close to SF Giant's relief pitcher Brian Wilson territory:
Yeesh. Not much longer. Game 4 of the NHL finals is tonight. And on that note... Off to not work out.
More updates to come on showers, weddings, and the insane way my baby is growing like a weed and walking his way through my heart.