Well, here I am again, trying to blog and pour my guts out and all that jazz. The less I write, the more I miss it, yet I find myself in this vicious cycle of wanting to write about everything and nothing all at the same time. When I opened my dashboard, and saw that my last post was from January 2016, I almost shit a brick. Nearly two years have gone by without a peep. What's funny is that so much life has happened in the dash between January 2016 - present. I'm just terrible at follow-through, so let's raise a glass and toast my effort here, shall we?
Over those course of these last two years, I think I have finally, maybe started to get myself figured out. I've been on this quest to find myself for a while, and I've come upon crossroad after crossroad, trees in the road, cliffs, U-turns...you name it. I'm 36 now, and while I never thought it would take this long for me to get it straight, I think I'm good now. At least, I hope I am.
Here's what I know:
I'm a 30-something who's married to a 40-something, and we live in a little apartment with our two furry children.
I'm a grad school student who works full time.
I love to watch TV. Like, a lot. Probably way too much. But you know what? There are worse things to love. I will be writing some about the shows I watch.
I am addicted to budgeting. This does not mean I don't spend money...it simply means I am always aware of where every penny is going. Until I forget to pay the cable bill like I did this month. Oops.
Facebook's new option to comment with GIFs is probably one of my most favorite things. I have so much fun with that crap.
I'm a runner now. Shoot, I never in a million years thought I'd say that. My brother and I ran the Hungry Turkey 5k on Thanksgiving - yes, 72 hours ago. I ran it in 44:32. Well, with intervals. But hey, I got a delicious cinnamon roll and a fugly hoodie to show for it. Like, uugggllly. As in, "I can't believe I paid $30 for this race to get such an ugly hoodie."
I'm a soccer fan now. I never thought in 2 million years I'd say that. Louisville City FC is like, the greatest thing since sliced bread. And mayo in a jar. And white fudge Oreos. THEY'RE CHAMPS, Y'ALL!!
I love my friends. I'm not always the best there is, but I'm grateful for the ones who keep coming back around.
I still cook - a lot. As a matter of fact, I've basically dropped all these food lifestyles I've tried and gone back to good ole caloric moderation with as much fresh/Non-GMO stuff as possible. Anything else is way too stressful. For example, at the store today, I bought my favorite Special K cereal and Fairlife 2% milk. I haven't had milk in foreevveerrrr. But you know what? A bowl of cereal is FINE. Seriously, it is.
I'm still a flute girl. Even teaching it now.
I still suck at birthdays. Christmas is still not my favorite holiday, but it's not my least-favorite anymore. I'm kind of in a little bit of the spirit this year.
Well, you're probably tired of reading this now. My dogs are whining for their dinner, I need to finish watching the Patriots dominate the Dolphins, and I need to get my vegetable soup in the Instant Pot so I have something to eat because, you know, moderation...
Here's what you can expect: me trying to keep up with my thoughts. One of these days, I want to write a book about God knows what, but I need somewhere to write whatever is on my mind at whatever time is comes up, because I can't remember jack squat on my own. I'll ramble, I'll vent, I'll review some TV stuff, I'll share whatever I can share, including spoilers. Don't worry, I'll warn you first.
Peace out, homeskillets. (Wow, that's as nostalgic as these crushed velvet outfits and chokers coming back in style!)
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