...to figure out the Google Reader feature so that I can be cool enough to let the world know which blogs I follow. I am coming up against some errors, so if your blog isn't up there and you're offended, don't be. I'm trying to work it out.
I awoke from a (fairly) sound sleep early this morning to my cell phone vibrating across the room as it was being charged. I always get so nervous when my phone rings in the middle of the night. It's never a good sign.
Me (groggily): Hello? Asshole: Shavonne? Me (groggily getting pissed): No. Stupid asshole: : Oh! I'm sorry! Me (awake, heart beating, PISSED): click
Is there a reason why people don't double check the number they dial in the middle of the night? Maybe it's because they should be asleep...
I was walking back to my office from a client meeting yesterday. It was a beautiful day, although it was hotter than the 70 degrees the weatherman predicted. Needless to say, I smelled like B.O. by the time I got back to my desk.
As I was walking along Pratt Street, which is a main thoroughfare downtown, I could hear the faint beginnings of Bonnie Tyler's epic ballad, "Total Eclipse of the Heart." I searched the line of cars stopped at the red light to see where it was coming from.
Imagine my surprise when I realized it was coming from a tricked-out black Ford sedan, complete with a spoiler on the back. Do people even care about spoilers anymore??
But wait, it gets better. There was an arm casually hanging out of the driver's side window, on which a huge black spider web was tattooed. And of course the guy was smoking a cigarette.
And BLASTING "Total Eclipse of the Heart." With great speakers. It was so interesting. I heart Baltimore.
So a week after blogging with much gusto about my motivation for organizing my life, I am totally UNmotivated now. I still want to make this a goal. It's really important to me. But I can't seem to find the time to even attempt to walk into my closet.
See, I have this little thing called a baby now and he takes up all of my waking hours when I'm at home. I'm so thrilled to have him! I'm not complaining. But I need some kind of balance so that I can do little things like housework and still manage to spend as much time with him as humanly possible.
Because there's the guilt factor I have for being away from him for 11 hours every weekday. Sigh. However, he deserves to have a clean, orderly household in which to grow up. And a fun household. Emphasis on the fun.
I just drank a beer. That's why this post is kind of ramble-y.
I went to acupuncture last night. It was heavenly. I love getting stuck with needles. Actually, I don't love the getting stuck part (some points actually hurt!) but I love the feeling right after I get stuck. I know this probably sounds hokey, but I can feel the energy becoming unblocked where the needle goes in. It's pretty awesome.
As I lay there last night with the regular needles coming out of my feet, shins and wrists, and a couple of new ones in points on my nose (for sinus issues, thankyouverymuch), I kept thinking about how I want to be more organized in my life. So when my acupuncturist came back in to take the needles out and check my pulse, we talked about it.
We talked about the fact that I'm not an organized person by nature. I have always wanted to be organized, but I have trouble finding the motivation to actually be organized. I think having a child might be the motivation I need.
See, all I want to do when I get home is play with my baby, eat dinner and go to sleep. And by the time I am ready to go to sleep, it is all I can do to force myself to brush my teeth and wash my face. So I have got to think of some tactics to put into place in order to create, well, order in my life.
I think first I will start by organizing my closet. And actually doing laundry on a regular basis.
Next, I will meal plan more. That is, I will take the time on the weekend to think about what meals I want to make for the week, create a shopping list and go shopping based on that list. Period. No roaming the aisles aimlessly anymore.
After that, I don't know! But I really want to make this a serious goal. I go back to acupuncture next month and I want to be able to report on my progress to my beloved acupuncturist.
...than getting out of the shower to hear the sound of the vacuum running downstairs. And the the clink, clink, clink of the clean dishes from the dishwasher being put into their rightful places in the cabinets and drawers. And the rustling of papers being straightened on the coffee and kitchen tables.
Talk about hot and bothered! There's nothing better than hearing your husband clean up the house...without any prompting from me WHATSOEVER!! He's turning into quite the Mr. Mom.
Ever since I was pregnant with Tucker, I didn't think much about fat and calories. I'm not saying that pregnancy gave me the leeway to eat whatever I wanted - I would still think about nutrition most of the time - but I'm saying that I didn't worry if I went to Starbucks and got a full-fat chai latte. Or used butter when cooking. Or (gasp!) real sugar.
So I guess I got used to this style of eating. And now it's time for me to un-get used to it. Because while I've lost a lot of the baby weight, I'm still not back down to my old weight. And I'm feeling blech.
So back comes the reduced fat foodstuffs. Back comes the Splenda. Skim milk in my chai. But I think I'll stick with real butter.