So What Wednesday

It's been awhile, but why not? Linking up with Shannon for "So What Wednesday"!

So what if...

- I used to think it was weird when parents would put pictures of their kids as their FB profile picture. Like they didn't have their own identity anymore. Now that I have a kid, I get it.

- I almost stopped blogging because of this constant feeling of being watched/judged/criticized... then I figured, it makes me happy. I've been blogging since college (before I knew that's what it was called) and keeping private diaries since I was a kid. I don't plan to stop anytime soon. I love the friends I've made through the blog world, and I definitely don't want to lose them. If people don't like what I post, there's a little X readily available at the top right of their screen.

- I had a moment of weakness during a particularly rough week last week and ate half a tub of Nutella. Straight out of the carton, with a spoon. I also was embarrassed and hid it from my husband in the back of the pantry behind the bag of ground flaxseed (which I probably should used instead...). I'm not proud.

- I could never go full-on Paleo. I live in the South... butter is in e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. I've been trying to apply the lifestyle as much as possible at home, but there's no way I'd be able to do it 24/7. Not in the land of Paula Deen and my MamMaw's cheese potato casserole. ;)

- I'm a big fat liar when it comes to limiting the amount of pictures I give clients in my photography packages. I get too excited and end up giving them more than what's listed. Maybe not a particularly smart business move, but I can't help myself. I've been lucky to have some awesome clients. Maybe if I ever get a big meanie one day, I'll stick to my guns.

- I'm kind of excited that the school year is almost over. It means no more driving Noah to therapy almost every day. He'll still be going once a week to the one we pay for. It's not like it even lasts that long. I'm just a hermit and would rather spend all day playing with my kid at home or the park or something than sitting in an office with a bunch of germy kids (seriously, we've been sick more this year than the last 4 years combined).

- I've been letting my kid go commando in our back yard almost every day lately. He doesn't like to be nakey indoors, but outdoors? He can't get those pesky swim trunks off fast enough. :) Thankfully, we have a big privacy fence, lots of sunscreen, and an umbrella.

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Brad and I are convinced that every night before he goes to bed, Noah plots new ways that he can destroy our house. New places to dump an entire bag of Baked Lays and crush into the carpet. Better techniques of pulling every cushion off the couches. Y'know, that kind of thing.

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I'm usually pretty strict about Noah's diet, especially since he's such a picky eater. It takes a lot of extra creativity and effort to sneak those veggies into him, but it's doable.
I've always preached that if you don't buy it, they can't eat it. If all they have to choose from is healthy food, then they'll eat it. Kids won't starve themselves. The same is true for adults. Watch the Biggest Loser, and that's usually one of the first things they address... get the junk out.

However, I'm not immune to letting it slowly sneak into our home. I'll buy ice cream, just for fun, because Noah loves it so much. Brad will grab Noah a bag of Lays potato chips (NOT the baked kind...) while strolling through the cracker/chip aisle.

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The real kicker? When Noah started reaching towards a bag in the chip aisle. I couldn't figure out what it was he was asking for, so I got him out of the cart to show me. He walked right up to a bag of Funyuns. He's never even HAD a Funyun before! I've never had a Funyun before! Frankly, I don't even know what a Funyun is... is it an onion flavored chip? An actual onion?

So yeah. We came home from the beach, promising each other not to buy any more treats for Noah. He was refusing to eat anything else. We were excited if he ate a few bites of banana.

Now? Just a few days later? He's back to eating healthy. Apples, bananas, raw pumpkin, and about 8 smoothiesicles a day. Once he figured out that all the "fun stuff" was gone, he started asking for his healthy foods again. Thus my point is proven, by the pickiest eater in the world.

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I have another wedding I'm shooting tomorrow. Honestly, the photography world needs to come up with a better word than that. I feel all weird every single time, saying I'm going to shoot a family or whatever. Sounds creepy.

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Brad came home from work yesterday with his eye in an insane amount of pain. I'd had dinner plans with a friend of mine for last night. Instead I ended up taking Brad to Urgent Care. He has a "corneal abrasion". We're still not sure where it happened, but even if it happened at work, there's no real way to prove it. While waiting in the lobby, Noah (of course) ended up having a poopy diaper. The diapers were in the car, which Brad had the keys to. So I spent the next 20 minutes apologizing to whoever happened to sit in our stinky vicinity.

I told Brad I think he did it on purpose. The man has been to Vegas, a guys' night with coworkers, and is going fishing with his dad next week. The last time I was out alone was at a photography workshop about three weeks ago. And even though it was a blast, I came home exhausted.

I need a girls' night.
And yes, I know I'm whining while my husband's eye feels like it might fall out. Wife of the year right here. ;)

Happy FRIDAY!!!

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- Spring is being stupid. I was bragging last weekend about how it was all sunshine and 80 degrees and "yay spring is here!!". Well HAHA on me. It's all cold again. Well, cold being 55, but I'm a pansy when it comes to cold weather. Unless it's going to snow, cold is totally useless.

- I remember odd tidbits about people. I think it's just part of being that wallflower/introvert type person. I sit back and listen to everyone's stories and file them away in my brain. Like one of my friends in elementary school had a weird obsession with the Calvin and Hobbes comics as a kid. Or the random gossipy details of certain couples in high school. Or the time a coworker got sick at work and said it was because she ate a funny tasting pickle. Or the time my friend thought she was drunk on root beer in the 6th grade.

- These are the kinds of things I pin on Pinterest. I can promise you I won't ever get around to painting my nails to look like little Easter eggs. But jousting peeps? That I can do.

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- Has anyone else seen the Bible series on the History channel yet? I've only seen a few minutes of the first one, and it looks pretty good. I don't mind a good Bible story, but here's my issue... I don't really like watching real-life Bible depictions, because everyone is always dirty. And not the kind of dirty where they're a little sweaty or hadn't bathed in a couple of days. It's like people rolled around in dirt and nobody told them they had a little bit of somethin' on their face. Nowhere in the Bible does it say that people walked around with dirt all over them at all times. I guess it's possible, but I just have a hard time believing it was that big of a problem.

- Remember how I mentioned I don't have a fancy phone? Well not having a fancy phone, yet being addicted to instagramming kind of creates a problem for me. If Brad's around, I'll sometimes grab his phone. But most of the time, the iPad is closer. So when Noah does something cute, I grab it. I'm aware of how ridiculous I look.

- Noah has decided that he loves to brush his teeth. Like he looks forward to that part of his bedtime routine now. I started singing this little song from Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood recently, just for fun. He thought I was the most clever person on earth. I love that I amaze him so easily. So the other day, Noah starts doing this when I sing:

ps. please pretend you didn't notice I was in one of Brad's old tshirts and some pj pants from the 9th grade. I wasn't planning on being recorded (I almost typed "filmed". I'm so cool).

Woo Girls

I am not a "woo girl".

There. I said it.

Not familiar?

This is a term, created by the very clever How I Met Your Mother writers, to describe the girls that... given any chance... will suddenly holler out a big "Woooooo!!!" at every little, slightly exciting thing.


(I don't know what's wrong with his face here... just ignore that part)
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It used to bug me. Not the actual woo-ing, but the fact that I just don't woo. I've tried, and every time I do, it feels weird coming out of my mouth. Sure, I'll woo at a concert or football game or on a rollercoaster. But in general? I'm so not a woo girl.

I'm the girl people go to when they want to talk about life or kids or marriage issues or God. The deep stuff. I don't mean for it to be that way; it just happens. I'm not the girl that my friends call when they want to go partying or dancing (which is probably more of a favor to me so I don't fall flat on my face).

And while I used to hate that part about myself, I've learned to just embrace it. Embrace the fact that people know I won't tell all their dirty secrets to the next person I talk to. Or that I'd rather hang out in my pj's and have middle-school-style makeovers than spend all night being somebody's DD. I've learned to embrace the fact that some of my friends are woo girls, and that's okay. As long as they love me and my dorky self anyway? I'm cool if they need to woo every once in a while without me.



(video contains a curse word, just fyi if you're sensitive to that)

 

 

decluttering my head

I'm so out of my workout groove. I quit running after the miscarriage, and I obviously just lost all motivation. Then the holidays hit, and frankly, it seemed like a lost cause. I would've just been working out as an excuse to eat food. And let's face it, Christmas only comes once a year, and there's no way in H-E-doublehockeystick that I'm gonna pass up my aunt's sweet potato casserole (don't let the name fool you... it's loaded with butter and sugar... and oh-so-good).

But all that's over now. Pretty sure the lady lumps I've acquired aren't quite what Fergie was referring to, so I hopped back on the treadmill a few days ago for the first time. And I swear I thought I was going to die. The strength is there, but the endurance? Eh, notsomuch. My sides were cramping, and I only went like 2 miles. I guess that's not bad, but I was hoping for more. I'm an overachiever that way I guess.

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 I finally jumped on the Downton Abbey bandwagon. I spent a couple days catching up on past seasons, and by the end of it, I was worried I was going to start accidentally speaking in a British accent. Except with a Southern twang. I'm sure that would've been super hot.
The show is addictive and really good. The only down side is that it stresses me out. That's an awful lot of drama to throw into one show. I seriously can't watch it before bed, because it makes me all anxious.

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If you were following the news/weather at all last week, you probably heard about our big fat blizzard we had (#sarcasmfont). I love it when it snows. We rarely ever get any, so come January, most Southerners get all excited if there's even the slightest chance of some.

Yeah. Our area got a few flurries, but that was it.

Womp, womp.

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And while we're on the subject, I'd like to get something off my chest.

Northern and western transplants to our area like to give us a really hard time about our snow excitement. I saw a few calling us "idiots". But frankly, it's usually the transplants that my brother spends all day hauling out of ditches every time it snows. They figure they're super experienced and can drive on slush-covered roads.
If they saw our one little makeshift snow plow? They may understand why most of us stock up on groceries and refuse to come out of the house for two days. ;)

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You know how most toddlers get really quiet, and that's how you know they're up to something? Well, I think we finally hit that stage with Noah.
He's usually pretty chill, so when he got quiet last week, I assumed he was just playing in his room. I went to go check on him, and to my horror, I walked in to a poop fest. Noah wanted to tap into his inner artist, but since he couldn't get to his paint or crayons, he got resourceful.
It was all over him, smeared into the carpet, on his bedroom door...

He's never done anything like that before (and it doesn't really have anything to do with autism. I've heard of typical kids doing this too). I guess there's a first time for everything, but I'm hoping there's a LAST time for everything too.

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So remember Noah's Mini Cooper my dad and stepmom got him for Christmas? Well, our driveway isn't really ideal, since it's kind of short and goes to the road. I decided to take it over to my dad's and let Noah test drive it there.
He really liked riding around in it, but he hasn't quite gotten the hang of steering yet. He knows how to make it stop and go, but he's rather go hands-free and chill as he cruises.
Cracked us up.

Happy Monday (and MLK Day)!

things in my head.

Things going through my head at the moment:

- Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the sweet and supportive texts, emails, FB messages/comments, phone calls, etc. While this was definitely not a happy time for us, all of our friends and family showing love certainly helped.

- It's amazing how many women have gone through miscarriages, yet never discuss it. Stories were coming out of the woodwork, and I wondered if it was just as helpful for them to share their experience as it was for me to hear them.

- My husband is amazing. Brad has been a total rock for me. Grabbing us fun dinners, not judging me as I drown my sorrows in chocolate ice cream, taking Noah out so I could have some much needed alone time... the man is my hero.

- Along that note, I've eaten a ridiculous amount of crap in the last several days.

- I've been scheduled for a D&C tomorrow. After doing way too much googling, thinking, stressing, and talking to friends who have been there; I decided this is the best option for me, especially considering how far along I was (apparently, the further along you are, the worse the pain). I need help moving on, and frankly, this waiting game is enough to make a person go insane. On Tuesday, it'll have been almost a week since I'd found out. The OB didn't give me any indication as to how far along the baby actually was, but I saw on the screen last week (fyi, super traumatizing for me...). It had definitely grown after our initial 7 wk visit where we heard the heartbeat. Despite this, I haven't had any signs or symptoms, and the possibility that it could happen anytime and anywhere kind of freaks me out. Because of my lack of symptoms so far, a couple people have asked if "I'm sure". Um yeah. Like I said, I saw my baby... with no heartbeat...for several minutes. I don't think it gets any more final than that. With Noah having therapy almost every day, along with Thanksgiving being right around the corner, I think I'd make myself crazy worrying. So surgery it is.

- I'm a little nervous. I'm actually more nervous about the anethesia than I am about the actual surgery itself. I've never been knocked out before, and I don't like the idea of not being in control. But my mom has had two of these, and every one I've talked to has nothing but good things to say about their experience.

- Christmas makes me happy. I've been listening to Christmas music a lot, and every time we go through the Christmas section at Target, I get all excited and happy. I love Thanksgiving, but I think this year, it's imperative that I start Christmas a little early. Our mantle is already halfway decorated, and I love it. I'm going for a different look this year, and I'm excited about it. Got us new stockings amd everything.

- I skipped out on both a bridal and baby shower over the weekend. It sucks, because I was really looking forward to them. But at the same time, I didn't want to be the weirdo sobbing in the corner while everyone else ooo'ed and aah'ed over baby booties and onesies.

- I'm incredibly thankful I made a board on Pinterest for all the things I find hilarious. I went through them the other night and was in stitches.

- I'm in my hibernation stage. When I get depressed about something, I hide. It's how I cope. I don't like talking to people or going out. I just want to be alone. I'm trying to push passed it though. Like I said, I've been out to Target and the grocery store.

- It helps to focus on things I'm thankful for right now. And honestly, it really has hit me how much of a gift Noah really is. I've been soaking up all of his sweet kisses and silliness. He's been making huge strides lately, but more on that later.

- If you're looking for some Thanksgiving type food to prep for the holiday, I've got a post up over at the Poop Whisperer with the best sweet potato casserole recipe ever. Seriously, my neice's boyfriend remembered it from last year and specifically requested I make it again this year. It's that good.

Hope everyone had a great weekend. Will update later.

If you really knew me...

If you really knew me...

You'd know that I'm a glass-half-full kind of girl. I prefer to look at the positives instead of the negatives and give people the benefit of the doubt, even when it's blatantly obvious that they're just not a nice person.

You'd know that I don't have a regular group of friends that I hang out with. They're all very random and very different. Sometimes I wish I had a regular group (like at parties when nobody knows each other...) , but for the most part, I like it that way.

You'd know that I tend to attract really outgoing friends, ones who like to be silly and often the center of attention. It works out well, because I like to be the loyal bff on the sidelines cheering them on. :)

You'd know that if I'm going to consume a ton of calories, it's going to be on some ridiculously good dessert. You know how some people would rather spend them on a big hearty meal? Yeah, that's not me. Pass the Godiva chocolate cheesecake.

You'd know that for some reason, my name was put on a senior citizens' list, and I get all kinds of offers for hearing aids, wheelchairs, and AARP memberships. 

You'd know that my car always looks like a homeless person lives in it. As does any bags I happen to be carrying. I don't prefer it to look that way, but I've decided it's a lost cause. I've always been like this, and I probably always will be.

You'd know that I'm a closet shopaholic. And not just for me, but for other people too. I can't help it. Both my parents are as well. In fact, as a kid, my dad would take us shopping, just for the fun of it. Because unlike most other men in America, that's what he enjoyed doing. I've learned to reign myself in, but man if I had unlimited funds? It could turn into a problem, I'm sure.

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You'd know that I hate scary movies. Hate, hate, hate. Give me something to laugh at, and I'm good. However, I do enjoy a good superhero/transformer/Die Hard movie now and then.

You'd know that I plan to own a farm one day. Or just own lots of land with a couple of horses and four-wheelers.

You'd know that I always lose everything. My phone, keys, and sunglasses are lost on a daily basis.

Along those lines, you'd know that I've also lost a little bit of my writing mojo, which is why I'm having to rip this idea from my lovely friend Katie. Thanks, Katie. :)

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I very rarely, if ever, get short with Noah. I don't yell, snap, or have any kind of harsh tone unless he's about to put himself in danger. In my experience, the more you yell and get short with a kid, the more immune to it they become. Then when you're trying to discipline them, they just stand there and laugh at you. And laughing as a form of disrespect? Not happening in this house.

However, I don't do well with a lack of sleep. Especially if it has no purpose. I mean, lack of sleep when dealing with newborns? I understand that. I have patience for that, seeing as how they have to eat to survive and all. Lack of sleep over a sick kid? They can't help it. I can totally rise to the occasion on that one. But when they're almost three, go to bed at 10:30pm, then proceed to wake up at 4:30am for no reason? This being after trying my darndest to get the toddler on track again? My fuse is short.
I still don't yell, but I surprised myself this morning when I snapped, "What do you want??" at him. I guess it's inevitable. If you spend 24/7 with the same person, with zero breaks, and then that person causes multiple inconveniences; I'm pretty sure that will lead anyone to snap.
Still. I'm not proud of it. But I have a feeling it's been forgotten.

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You would think being from the South, that I would have built up some sort of immunity to the heat and humidity. But no. I hate it. While I enjoy the fun July 4th festivities, outdoor concerts, swimming, and being outside in the evenings... I hate summer. It's just too hot, and it lasts too long here.
I hate sweating and being sticky. So when all I have to do is walk outside and get sweaty? It makes me wonder why I'm not 100 lbs again. It's gross and unnecessary.
Also, does anyone else get uncomfortable when they see Kelle Hampton's kids dressed in long sleeves and pants in the Florida heat/humidity? Those people must've built up a tolerance, because it makes me uncomfortable to even look at.

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I have another photoshoot for a friend from church today. I'm so excited, but I'm also really nervous. I do this before every one of these now. I panic that I won't remember any of my ideas or that the kids will hate me or my camera will die just as I set them up. It's the equivalent of having that dream where you show up nakey to school.
I'm also nervous because this woman has five children. Five. That's a lot of little bodies to coordinate. It will definitely be a challenge, but one I'm excited about.

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Brad and I have been working out every night now, lifting weights together. He used to be a big gym rat back in the day before his heart issues flared up. He still struggles with the fear of lifting weights, afraid he'll hurt himself somehow, even though his cardiologist has given him the green light multiple times. In fact, they encourage it to help strengthen his heart.
Anyway, it's been fun having my own personal trainer at home. And my abs, butt, and arms are thanking him.

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It's almost the weekend! So a big yay for that!

Confessions.

- Ever since blogger changed their layout, I forget to add labels to my posts. Even though it says "Labels" very clearly right next to this little block I'm typing in right now. My brain is weird.

- I am one of the .00000001% of women in the US (because let's face it, women in other countries don't seem to care) that cannot go a single day without shaving out of preference. It bothers me to no end to feel stubble on my legs or armpits or anywhere else. It makes me feel grody. 

- Along those lines, I wash my hair every day.
I didn't realize I was in the minority with that one until a friend of mine asked FB friends to chime in on the matter. While I hear it's healthier for your hair to go a day in between washing, there's NO way I can do that. My hair would look nasty and very UNhealthy. It's so fine that if I run my fingers through it during the day, by the time nighttime comes around, it needs a wash. And I can't use conditioner. I only use it on the bottom half of my hair every couple of weeks. Otherwise, it'd look gross.

- I get tired of being strapped for cash. Most days I can walk around all, "I'm satisfied with the hand-me-downs and only a handful of nice shoes, as long as we have each other..." But some days? Some days I get tired of worrying if I'll be using too much gas to get to the grocery store and how will that affect our other errands and things are tight this month and I really need a new pair of yoga pants that aren't too baggy and don't have a bleach stains. It's not like that all of the time, and I certainly can appreciate how blessed we really are. Just some days are harder than others.

- Noah stole my toothbrush. I didn't have a spare, so instead of forgoing brushing my teeth (because EW), I just ran it under some hot water. I mean, it's better than using Brad's. At least Noah and I share the same DNA. Still. I'm going to buy a new one today.


- The "Fever" has officially hit our home. No, not baby fever. Bieber fever. I held out as long as I possibly could. Before now, I thought he was a talented kid and his music was kind of catchy, but that was it. His latest song though? The "Boyfriend" song? I downloaded it and have hit "repeat" more times than I'd like to admit.

- I've been letting Noah eat sour cream and onion Pringles for breakfast. He is so his daddy's boy and doesn't really like sweet stuff in the morning. Every once in a while he'll have some toast. He wants something salty, and I can't get him to eat eggs lately. So Pringles it is.

-  Running wasn't doing a thing for losing weight for me. And I figure why do something I hate if it's not working, right? So I quit for now. However, I've gotten back on the strength training, and I ended up losing 3 lbs overnight. Kind of makes me want to kick myself for not doing it earlier.

Got anything you want to confess? :)

fiddlyfart... part 2.

- I've admitted before how scatterbrained I am. Pretty sure it's the most annoying quality about myself. Add a toddler to the mix, and it just gets out of control. I leave scissors on end tables (within Noah's reach), forget to turn the hose off outside (which consequently floods our neighbors' yard), and last night? I left the keys in our car in the ignition, partially on. So when we got in the car this afternoon to go visit my SIL... the car was dead.
From the look on Brad's face, I thought I was going to be too.
No, really, he doesn't get mad at me. He teases me mercilessly. Thankfully, he loves me despite my ridiculousness... even if he does have to spend the next half hour waiting for my battery to charge back up. Whoops.

- I went to pick up my bridesmaid dress from the alterations place today. The lady standing next to me at the checkout counter commented on how pretty the dress was. She then looked at me, in all seriousness, and asked if it was for my prom. If it wouldn't have totally freaked her out, I would've hugged her.

- After avoiding the treadmill for the last couple months (what?! so I got lazy...), I hopped back on and did another 5k. Admittedly, I took a couple walk breaks. But even with those, I made it in under 38 minutes. So hey, after not running in at least 8 weeks, I'll take it.

- I am currently obsessed with my friend Jess's smoothie recipes. If you like healthy smoothies, go here. My favorites are the strawberry-veggie and the PB & banana ones. There's so much healthy goodness hidden in the strawberry-veggie smoothie that after a few days of not having one? I start feeling more lethargic. And as someone who has a hard time getting all my veggies in (I love them, but I just don't eat as much as I should), this is a perfect solution. And the PB & banana one?? Holy crap, it's like dessert. I've had one just about every morning this week for breakfast. I had some left over this morning and gave it to Brad who then said it tasted like a cookie.

Happy Wednesday!
 

The Monday Real

Some days I really, really, really want to do the whole "I told you so!" thing. Or the "Why didn't you listen to me in the beginning?" thing. Of course, I don't think I'm right all of the time. Nobody's perfect, right? ;)... But in some situations, there's an obvious, understood-by-the-majority-of-humanity, right and wrong. When I make my position clear on the *right* decision and others disagree, only to turn around and eventually do the *right* thing? I so want to do the "I told you so" dance. But I don't. And won't. Because sometimes I try to be a better person than that. Geez, being nice is so not fun sometimes. Anyone else feel like this?

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There seems to be a general confusion over the South's reaction to snow. Some of us love it, some of us hate it, and most are stuck somewhere in between. Our obsession with milk and bread sandwiches baffles people (no, I'm not serious. But we do flood the stores to buy milk and bread every time it snows. Why? Those are the first two food items to expire when snowed in) . Our neighbors up north and out west enjoy teasing us at our 2 inches of "Winter APOCALYPSE 2012!!". Schools close, businesses shut down, and basically the local economy crashes at the sight of snow flurries. Personally? I love it. I can genuinely say there's nowhere else in our country that you can get this kind of entertainment. And I'm pretty sure there's nowhere else in our country where it's 70 degrees one day, then ice the next, then back to sunshine and shorts.
Anyway, to sum it up... here's an example of what happens here when it snows:

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Wanna know what I got for Valentine's Day?

A dehumidifier.

Nothing says, "I love you so much I don't want mold to grow in our crawlspace" like a dehumidifier. My man is so dang romantic.

Happy Monday! :)



Confessions

- I have gotten sucked into the ridiculousness that is the Bachelor. WHY OH WHY do I do this to myself? I swear with every season I watch that I'll never watch it again. It goes against everything in me to watch 25 women "compete" for one man. The entire premise is embarrassing, yet here I am holding my breath as I watch to see who Ben is going to send home... and dare I admit it? harboring a slight crush on this season's Bachelor. This has never happened to me before. Never have any of these guys been the kind I would normally date (assuming I wasn't married, of course) . Is that weird? I just find most of them over-the-top cheesy and ridiculous. The promo shots of them half-nakey running down a beach or pumping iron on a mountaintop sends me into fits of laughter. But I kind of have a thing for the cute, genuine, slightly dorky guys. Also? I have a thing for guys with long hair (Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt's younger years, Heath Ledger).
Granted, I do find myself rolling my eyes at the whole thing. I mean, really. These are all perfectly intelligent, beautiful women who have been reduced to "Waah, this one man on earth doesn't want to date me out of 25 women... life's not worth living!" And I'm sorry, but if I have to hear one.more.time how bungie jumping off of a cliff or climbing the side of a building with someone you barely know is "just like falling in love..." I may throw up. No, love is when you decide not to throw a stick of butter at your husband when he irritates the crap out of you. And I know that's not just me. I've seen the twitter polls.
But oh goodness, does it make for some awesomely entertaining, trashy tv. It's all smut. And it's addicting. At least I can admit it, right?

- Noah's hair is getting out of control. We tried cutting it a few times recently, which resulted in one side shorter than the other. The problem? Noah doesn't say much, and when he does, we try to honor his words in order to encourage him to use them more. So when Brad took the clippers to his head, and he looked up at me with hopeful eyes and said, "All through! All through!" Well, we both kind of melted. So yeah. We're saps, and our kid is running around with a borderline mullet.

- I've been on Weight Watchers for a little over two weeks now, and I've lost 4 pounds. I'm so darn excited, because before, the scale wasn't budging. Here's the confession part: I love it because I can still eat chocolate and McDonalds and whatever else I want and still lose weight. The whole thing is genius. I don't know why I didn't try this earlier.

- I haven't been running in a while. It's not that I'm over it or hate it again. I just got out of the habit. I got sick, and Noah was refusing sleep, which meant no free time to run. The only times I've been able to are when Brad is home and awake. But I'll get back into it. No worries.

- I forgot to turn the heat back on last night, and we all froze. Sometimes it gets too hot during the day, enough to where we need AC. Our house sits in the sun most of the day, so if the temps get over 55, it gets hot. Usually I'm pretty good at remembering to turn it back on. But not last night. Whoops.

Have anything you need to confess?? :)