I don’t like “neglecting” my blog. I don’t like it being a ghost town with zero new posts, but what I feel is even worse is when people (I) have nothing to say and post nonsense. I mean I am guilty of posting nonsense, but lately I haven’t even had nonsense to write about. I got nothing, so I am just going to keep typing until maybe nothing turns into something.
This week I have been mourning the loss of Mr. C Grey. I mean for real. I finished book 3 on Friday and now I have nothing to read. Since I lent my first book to a friend I for real started reading book 2 (again). I have NEVER EVER read a book more than one time before- I never saw the point. Fifty Shades of Grey- I see the point. I need rehab to get away from this book. It consumes my mind and I want more Mr. Grey. E L James damn you for not writing more.
This week has been full of obsessions- aside from my sick sick need for more Grey I also have stumbled upon a new food obsession. Last Friday I had Chick-fil-A, I don’t eat there often because honestly I always seem to forget it exists, but I went there and got a chicken salad sandwich, fruit, and a diet dr. pepper, and people I am in love. I have had that meal every day since Friday with the exception of Sunday when they were closed. I tried to recreate the meal at Panera and failed.
I lost 7lbs. I mean I’m not jumping for joy or anything, but I am patting myself on the back, actually no, that seems like too much work- more like I am smiling on the inside. It has been surprisingly easy to make better choices because my body isn’t craving anything that isn’t my Chick-fil-A meal (which has a once a day limit- too bad they don’t deliver).
I got O&G’s memory books out yesterday. I haven’t updated them since December, so I felt like I needed to get on it since the school year is only days away from ending and I was tired of the piles of paper on the desk and on the stairs. I miss them being little little. I looked at those pages over and over. Smiling at their cute tiny little faces (that I didn’t realize were so tiny when they were that age). I’m so glad my Mom started memory books when I was a kid so I could do it for O&G. So many things I have forgotten. It was good to remember, but also made me sad that they are growing and wanting independence that I don’t always want to offer them. I need them to need me.
My husband got me personalized plates for Mother’s Day (for my SUV) and they are starting to grow on me. I am still feeling guilty for how I reacted to the gift. I know he put in a lot of thought. Every day I like them more, but mostly because it makes me think of him.
Olivia judged my other Mother’s Day gift. Tory Burch flip flops. 2nd pair. She kind of told me that $50 was too much money to spend on sandals. I kinda told her they were worth it. I hope that doesn’t come back and bite me in the ass when she wants designer things at 16.
Whelp that’s all I got. Just a bunch of ramblings that never amounted to anything that was really worth a post, but at least I feel like I wasn’t neglecting my little slice of the internet.
Happy Hump Day Ya’ll ß------- I wish I could pull of cool words like that. Maybe in another life.