Swagger.

SOOOOO. My lemmings. My adoring public. Those who come to read my awesome idle prattle hoping I'm falling apart and sharing it with the world wide web. I'm so sorry to disappoint. But I am doing SPLENDID. YEp. You read that correctly. Despite the giant pimple on my chin that makes me look almost like CIndy Crawford, only not hot and fat, and the discovery that my favorite Ed Hardy shirt now smells horribly like BO after wearing it to a 5 mile run at the gym, LIFE. ROCKS.  

I have amazingly cute kids. Who look fantastic in anything. CAse in point. Mullet Mia.  Who we can no longer call mullet mia. Due to the fact that a week ago, I decided Joe dirt wasn't claiming parental rights to my 2'1 27 pound gremlin monkey, and I chopped off her hair with a pair of cutterbees. BEST IDEA EVER. ASide from the one that led me to purchase this tutu for her. I mean Seriously? Even if you arn't a fan of the zebra, (like that's even a reality for anyone. who doesn't dig zebra?) This ensemble alone makes me want at least 2 of her. She's that cute. Oh yeah.  And the second I bust out the camera. She says. Do mia. Do mia. And goes to the tree. Assumes the think pose. And VOILA. If I scrapbooked. THis would be the one I'd do... 

OK. I know. I said I was gonna scrapbook, and I am. I just have. Well. A problem. It's called unpacking. I don't know where to begin? Do I start with the 13 tubs of paper? The 20 of embellishments? The giant tub of nothing but ribbon? Where! I would actually like to hire Laura Vegas, who would probably require an inhaler or 2 if she saw what was happening in there right now, but I just  don't know where to begin. So. I opt for no beginnings.  

SEcondly. I figured out how to use my camera. The new one I purchased 5 months ago? The one that sat in the box begging to be used, the one that cried out every time I reached for my D70 and asked only that give her a chance. I did it. I turned it on. I went for it. I got some cute stuff. I am no Amy Howe, nor will I ever be. But my kids will grow up knowing their mother had an affinity for cute clothes. and posing them in front of trees. I lack creativity. So sue me. 

NExt on my list. I have friends. AMAZING friends. I have known this all along, but sometimes it takes having a breakdown on facebook to cement it. You guys know Cheryl right? The amazingly talented, funny, rockstar channeling mother of the cutest little boy to ever grace the pages of a scrapbook blog? Well. If not. You should. She and I are becoming bosom buds. And it doesn't even bother her that I don't have a bosom! She's that cool. I'm taking one of my "trips" to  her house next month, where we plan to unleash the beasts that have been troubling us all for so long. And maybe I'll even scrapbook. Wha???? I know. It's almost surreal.

SPeaking of Cheryl. She has this cool thing on her blog. One of those Taggy things that I usually try to avoid like fruitcake because my blogging hiatuses usually leave me little time for such things as tag on this vast intranet. But this one. Requires only that you post a photo. Of you. RIght now. I'm pretty sure there were some other rules. No editing. No wearing a towel. no ducking behind a computer screen. Just you. How you are. In the NOW. Well. Here. This is me. In the now.

See the pimple? The one I told you about. AH. It beats me. I cannot stand it. Oh well. Such is the sacrifice one must make. I sweat. Therefore I break out. 

Speaking of sweating. The gym thing? did I mention that I'm actually going? Like. DAILY? I was pretty sure signing a contract at a gym was probably about as pointless as getting birth control, because let's face it. i know me. It's not gonna work. But I was WRONG! It worked. I have been there pretty much everyday. Running. Sweating. Forcing people behind me in the stadium seating to see my cellulite packed cactuses I call thighs rubbing together. And you know what. IT's working! It tends to take me about 15 minutes to put on my pants and button them. as opposed to the usual 25. I didn't even have to lay down today. I'm not sure if that was the weight loss talking or the fact that they had not just come out of the dryer. EIther way. Magic is happening people. 

My kids are thriving in school. I'm talking. Little miss thang, my adorable Aubree who used to say things like. " I don't want to learn my lettahs. I'm pretty. I don't need lettahs"  Is reading. BOOKS. ACTUAL books. Pay no attention to the hair. I'm thinking she too could benefit from the cutterbees. Yikes. either way. they rock. things are starting to fall into place. everytime something happens. I tend to question it to death. And this time. I'm just letting it happen. I don't have to have a reason. Things are going to work somedays. And suck somedays. My face will appear fat in some photos, and dangerously thin in others. (most likely the fat, but you know. just an example).

I will continue to wonder what if about every decision I make. Charity will continue to pretend she has no clue how to pee in the toilet, but can memorize entire sequences of movies after viewing it once. This is life. It's crazy. IT's beautiful. It's mad. It's awesome. It's awful. IT's happy. It's too short. It's not short enough. It's never going to be perfect. And I'm ok with that. For once. In this moment. I. Am ok.

Comments

[sharon]

You ARE thriving!

[vee]

so glad you are having fun! :) I need to get to a gym but right now I have Richard Simmons screaming at me several times a week, lol !!!!!

[Courtney Kelly]

Holy crap girl... did you update your blog twice in one month? Are you okay? Feel feverish? Screw new friends, come back, I miss you!!!

[Leslie Ashe]

You are doing wonderful...
Way to go girl...

Leslie

[AnnaMarie]

Ok I am SOOO glad that Nikki turned me onto your blog becuz you are DA BOMB! :) I am guaranteed a smile anytime I read here or see a new FB update - you so rawk!! And I can't wait to see you scrapping again! :)

[Melanie]

Your little one is too stinkin' cute! I love her little belly! My 3 yr old has lost his, but I have an up and coming 1 year old, who soon will! Kee-yoot!

Also, seriously funny the I'm pretty I don't need letters comment! As a teacher that totally cracks me up!

Way to go with the gym! Once you're in a routine it's so much easier to stick to it. Keep it up!

As for the unpacking, get a group of friends together some evening and promise them a freebie fest for helping out! Surely you have stuff to give away? :)

Cheers!

[Denise Morrison]

of course things are going splendidly..you are delightful after all!

[Nikki]

ole' lil miss Ruth! Love to see things going up for a change! Keep in touch:)

[lisa garay]

you are the best cute kid maker that i know ;)
and you make me laugh.
that's all.