Have we met?

I don't even know myself anymore.

I think I used to have an identity. I'm only kidding I still have an identity.

I'm Little and Blue's mom.
I'm Husband's wife.
I'm the crazy music lady at VBS.
I'm the mom of that little girl who has the summer cast.

I mean, what summer is truly complete without a cast?

At least it's pink.

Oh, I hope you don't think it's devastating to Little. The next morning, she hugs her cast and goes on and on about how much she loves it.

Now, I love accessories. I love bracelets. And shoes. But a cast? Um, not so much.

The word "love" may be slightly overused. However, I stand by the fact that I love bracelets and shoes. I truly love them.

I'm beginning to love jeans. Now that I'm down a (you're going to need to sit down, I'll wait) whopping 35 pounds.

That running I've been doing is seriously paying off. Oh, don't give me too much credit. I still haven't ran that 5K. But I will. I may run it in my jeans, because I'm almost loving them that much.

If I had the energy, I would post before and after pictures, but it's late, VBS graduation was tonight, and it's all I can do to breath and type. Literally. I'm having to alternate breathing and typing. I'm that tired.

I'm about 8 pounds away from my goal, I think. I say I think, because it's not so much about the number. I think that comes with age. Before, it was always about the number.

The problem is I'm having to slowly revamp my closet, because those things that didn't fit six months ago, definitely don't fit now. But it's from one extreme to another.

I've been trying to run in the elements a little more. Heat and humidity are not my friends. Especially when I run outside. Especially with these bangs. Summer bangs are rarely a good idea. Note to self.

So I've been working a back-breaking one day a week. I'm selling clothes, shoes, and jewelry at a local specialty store. And I love it. I've always loved retail. Both as a consumer and distributor. Makes my heart skip a beat. My closet has never looked so good.

So, if you see me, it's really me. Just a much healthier version of myself.

Annual blog post

I am so incredibly busy these days that I am just going to schedule my next post around next summer sometime. Trying to post, like ever, is just not working out. For you or for me. Pathetic, I know.

And because the only time I have to myself is from midnight to about 2 AM, I have to sleep sometime. Tonight I'll blog instead of sleep. I will say that it's really not time to myself, because Husband is heavily, heavily breathing next to me. The only reason that I allow him to heavily, heavily breathe next to me is, unless I'm creating life through pregnancy, I'm freezing most of the time. And therefore, the heater with complimentary noise machine is much appreciated, at least some time.

Other times, he gets the elbow to the ribs, the shaken husband syndrome, or the "Roll over" yell.

So what has been happening?
For lack of effort on my part, I'm just going to outline it for you:

1. Routine check up for Blue incidentally found ear infection.

2. How am I suppose to know that the baby that is routinely fussy and rarely takes a good bottle is suppose to have an ear infection?

What's that you say? Oh, ear tugging. Not this little one. Not only does he tug and pull on his ears when sleepy, he also scratches his forehead, runs his fingers through his hair, and hums loudly. So it may just be that I will know he has an ear infection when he can verbally communicate it as plainly as "I have an ear infection."

3. I haven't gotten on the treadmill all week, and I feel like a bad person. Well that, and the sweet love who has a mommy that can't tell he has an ear infection. That also makes me feel like a bad person.

4. Little is getting more and more witty every day. She is truly hilarious.

The spaghettoes are really terrible this year. You should use bug spray, because it will kill the bugs (points to ground, as in their final resting place), and they will fly away (flaps her arms) like bees. Bees make honey, and I like honey (licks her lips).

We just went from mosquito talk to honey in seven seconds.

4. We are in the process of a lot of changes, but I will have to disclose all of that a little later. The 2 AM shift will be here soon.