Dirty Little Secrets

I'm a liar.
I said I was "back". I said I was ready to blog again.
Lie.
I'm more overwhelmed than ever.
Well, again, I'm lying. Maybe not "ever".
But pretty overwhelmed.


I can't say no.
Well I can't say no to most things.
I complain about it, but do it anyway.
Call my Besty Ross.
I sewed LOTS of Colonial vests and eve this Colonial flag for a play my 5th graders performed.
They rocked.


The train track pics.
The photographer, or wannabe photog, that would be my Handyman and me.
The tracks-dead.
AKA: They don't have trains that run on them anymore.
Really people, would I go on tracks with my kids in heels that had the possibility of a train coming?
No.
I know MOST of you know that, but I just had to say it I guess.
I laughed when Momtog posted her cute son's pics that she took on tracks (where I was motivated by the idea) and she put a disclaimer.
I thought, really who would ask that.
Well, I was asked!










My new cool yellow chair.
Goodwill.
That's right, a TOTAL steal!
$15
I walked in on Mother's Day.
Saw it.
Sent Joe in.
It was thrown in the back of the truck.
Best part (after Lysol-ing the whole thing) I don't care what happens to it.
That's what gives it character.
And, Krysten, I'm renting it out :)


I have an attitude.
Mostly about EVERYTHING in life right now.
I know I have one because I stare at her everyday.
She is my mini-me with her Daddy's face.


I've lost weight.
Yep, totally excited about it!
I'm not a bragger. Well at least I don't think I am.
My sweet friends have complimented me and ask-"what are you doing?"
My secret: Not being pregnant or nursing.
Back up.
I got pregnant with Miss S-translation-eat what I want when I want.
I nursed her for a year--translation-eat what I want when I want.
I got pregnant with my Little Man 2 months after I stopped nursing--translation-eat what I want when I want.
I nursed T for a year--translation-eat what I want when I want.
I stopped nursing T and started caring about what I put in my mouth.
Let me tell you, I worked my BUTT off last summer, exercising almost EVERYDAY.
Didn't see a lb drop.
I know, I know, muscle weighs more than fat.
I don't care, and neither does the scale.
For Lent I gave up soda.
I still haven't had it since.
I gave up sugar and sweets.
MOST baby fat-GONE!
That's a lot of fat-4 years of caring for babies worth ;)
I feel good and HELLL-OOO Summer is among us!
But NO matter the weather, it is NEVER too hot for leg warmers.
Even if you wear them on your arms.


Blogging stresses me out.
I get ONE day behind and I don't even want to look at what I've missed.
Should I feel like that?
So I ask, why do I blog?
Why do I comment?
Why do people comment on my life's stories?
I then have immense guilt because I've looked at other blogs, but haven't commented.
Should I be guilty because of that? :(
I love who I've met, I love who I get to follow, I love being able to "talk" to my girlfriends daily and weekly.
But I'm stressed about it.

I haven't cooked since...
Yep, don't even remember.
Makes me sad.
Goal for 10 weeks of Summer vacation.
(Besides becoming a brown bear)
Cooking at least 5 times a week.
I can do it.
I could do it even EASIER if you sent me some delicious, easy recipes :)


Only 6 1/2 days of school left.
Bittersweet.
I'm boxing up shop, moving my "other life" into storage.
VERY hard.
Very sad.
Very scary.
Very exciting.
I would NEVER ask to move grades. (I am a die-hard 5th grade teacher geek)
I would NEVER ask to move schools.
Someone has a plan for me.
I have to trust that things will be okay, maybe even better?
Hey, I get to clean out a lot of stuff I hoard in my cabinets that I wouldn't even know was there.


Family Pitchas
My dear friend Jessica started a photography business and ROCKS.
I told her an idea I had and if she was up for the challenge.
She surpassed it.
Go see the spunky pics here.
Comment, tell her what you think (of course I'll comment stalk too!)
20 comments from my friends and family=free prints for me!
Maybe you too if you book her ;)


I like this "Dirty Little Secret" thing.
Wannna play too?