Melting right now

I was going to write something today. But then I realized that there was no possible way that I could do better than this.

Holy crap. Just *try* to be in a bad mood after this.

Hi there. Remember me?

Wow, it's hard for me to stay up to date with this blog. I'm writing for work... writing for my Mommy blog... watching American Idol.

You know, important stuff.

Anyway, what's new with you guys? Here's a random list of things that are new with me:

• My lovely, gorgeous daughter spilled an entire glass of water onto my brand, new MacBook.
• The Apple dude at the Mac Store gave me the "We never do this for customers... but we'll do it for you..." spiel when he told me that they were going to repair it for free. (I appreciate it. Big time. I really do. But I found him a bit... salesy... odd.)
• I had a few hours to myself this afternoon and I honestly didn't really know what to do with myself. (It's been a long time, peeps.)
• I should have gone to see Justin Bieber's movie, because - yes - I actually want to see it. I'm admitting it here and now. (I have some bizarrely strange like-affair with the Beebs).
• I also sort of want to see the Celine Dion special on TV Saturday night. Sad? Yes... Yes, I know.
• I'm training for a half marathon again. And my leg is sorta giving me trouble. Damn hammy.

Gosh. That seems to be all that's new with me. What has happened to me? Why am I so interesting and glamorous?

Oh wait. Am I just delusional in thinking that I was actually ever interesting and glamorous?

Well... let's see. I've written posts in the past about towels and the time I had a grande mocha but couldn't drink all of it.

I'll let you decide.

Tro lo lo lo lo!

Wow - that last post was so depressing and whiny. Sorry about that, peeps!

I had another bad sleep last night. But hey - it's Friday! And I've got a Timmy's coffee in my hand! And I'm meeting up with a friend and her cute little kiddies this afternoon! All is good.

So no more Debbie Downer (or Wendy Whiner) for me. I'm all rainbows and lollipops now. You're going to be so sick of me and my sunny disposition, you'll want to vomit.

(That's always a sign of a good blog, by the way. If it's vomit-inducing, it's most likely going to generate much traffic and perhaps some awesome feedback.)

Anyway - in lieu of a long, blabbering post - and in honour of my new outlook - I leave you with this happy little clip before the weekend.

Sing along, won't you?

PS: I'm very, very late to this game. Almost four million people have already discovered this on YouTube.

PPS: I also stole it from the lady at Pregnant Chicken's website. Hey - I have no problem with being unoriginal.

Holy crap, don't you just love reading about me??

I had a crap sleep last night. (File that under "W" for "What else is new").

BUT... I also worked out with my personal trainer yesterday evening. So, I actually prepped myself (unknowingly) for my shitty night.

I still woke up feeling pretty blah today. But I'm bouncing back now. And I bet it would have taken me MUCH longer if I hadn't had my butt whipped by my ass-kicking trainer. Who I love, despite the ass-kicks.

My fingers are crossed that now that I've stopped nursing Anna, and I'm training for a half marathon, and I'm working out with a personal trainer, and I'm taking thyroid medication and I'm trying to make some nutrition changes (goodbye, Arrowroots. We were such good friends. Sniff.)... maybe - just maybe - I can shed some of the leftover baby weight.

Anywho. If it comes off, great. If it doesn't, meh. I'll try harder after baby #2. (Mind you, I feel like I'm trying pretty damn hard, here. It's not like I'm sitting on my arse stuffing my face full of chips whilst complaining about how fat I am).

Whateves. All I ever talk about these days is my lack of sleep and the weight that won't come off. How awesome and fun to read about! (Sarcastic emoticon goes here.)

For the next post, I think I'll brainstorm a list of wonderfully exciting topics that I can discuss and that you'll be just dying to read about. Yeah... that's what I'll do. I've already got a few ideas now...

... what I ate for lunch yesterday

... the way I separate my laundry into like colours before washing them

... the fine art of perfecting the pony tail (when your hair is too dirty to wear down, but you're too lazy to wash it)

... my trip to the grocery store

Yes. I am the most awesome-est, exciting human being that ever walked the face of the earth.

You people are so lucky to know about this blog.

Hez has an addiction

I think I may have a problem.

I might seriously be addicted to buying baby skinny jeans.

Went to Baby Gap yesterday. (A place that real, live Mom and Dads do NOT shop at. Why buy a pair of pants for $25 on sale, when you can get a pair regularly priced for $5 - just as cute - at other places?)

Skinny jeans. That's why. Very hard to resist.

Anyway - Anna and I went shopping in my old stomping grounds downtown yesterday and I hadn't planned on buying anything for her. But I find it extremely hard to resist - and way more fun - to shop for the little buttertart. She looks cute in everything.

So we came home with two tops, skinny jeans and jammies for Anna. And nothing for Mommy.

But that's perfectly okay. Because the middle of the day shopping trip is just one of the many perks of working from home. We felt like shopping - so we went. And - as if the gods just KNEW that Mommy had an addiction and would need to find some way to pay for it all - I got a call for some work last night. So now I can keep my Anna in skinny jeans.

That makes me happy.

Another thing that's great about working from home? We're both in our pjs right now. Anna's walking around the house with one of my running shoes in her hands. I'm keeping one eye on her, one hand on my coffee and writing this with the other. (I don't like to toot my own horn, but that's some fine multi-tasking now isn't it?)

She says as Anna splashes around in the cat's water dish.

I should probably go. Hurricane Anna is about one disaster away from bringing the entire house down.

Enjoy your day, peeps.