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Say you had a room like this in your house:
And, say you had the means to make that room better. A dumpster, some IKEA shelving, lots of caffeine, whatever. The bottom line is that you would have the resources to make that mess and clutter disappear. Would you do it? Or, would you leave it as it was?
That is how I feel about how I look. I have the ability and resources to clean myself up and remove my clutter, but I don't do it. Why? I don't know why. If someone would like to arm-chair psychologize that one and figure it out, please let me know.

art is be-ewe-tiful

I love that the human mind can conceive and execute things like this.


if i could...

...buy these items, they would be in my bedroom.


The purpose of this post is twofold.

One: I almost won a $100 gift certificate to Amazon at The Pioneer Woman's homeschool quiz. Boo to me.

Two: I have a new diet plan. I'm calling it "Lazy Anorexic." It came to me in the wee hours of the morning when I had to get up to work out. I sat in my friend's car wondering out loud why it's so much easier to be fat than skinny. I then wondered if there was a way to loose weight that didn't involve me getting up in the wee hours to work out.


I realized that if I slept all the time and didn't eat, I would totally lose weight. The idea of sleeping all the time greatly outweighs (HA) any discomfort that hunger will cause, I'm sure. I'm looking into writing a book and coming out with some pre-packaged diet aids (water and sleep medication) to help counteract the fact that I'll have to quit my job to focus on sleeping. Anyone else interested?


baby book eta SOON

I was going through my scrapbook pages last night and organizing them into Birdy's baby book (which, once a few more events are scrapped, will be finished) and I realized that while I had the page protectors, I didn't have post extenders. The things I learn. Moreover, the things I never thought I would write or say: post extenders. Gar.

I think it's turning out well, the baby book. It's full of things that I want to remember about this year. To be honest, I don't care when she smiled first, or crawled, or rolled over. I want to remember that she and Brandon come and visit me at work during lunch. That we went to the pool. That she got temporary tattoos with our friend Kate. That she has already been drinking and driving (long story, no alcohol involved). I want pictures of her smiling and being hugged and loved and kissed.

Having a baby makes me think a lot more about my own mortality. When I'm going through her book and making pages, I keep thinking "if something happens to me, what do I want Birdy to see about me?" I just want Birdy to know that she is loved, and that we had good times. This baby book is all about that idea.

Onto something less macabre. I bought this today. I'm stoked beyond reason. This is going to be my version of my friend Anita's post-its she has with her kids' funny stories and crazy quotes. It's going to be awesome. Promise. You can see Ali's version, which is also awesome.

And last thing: I think I'm going to do this. Wish me luck.