I'm certain you've all been scratching your heads in sheer puzzlement as to where Ruth kajolled off to this past week and a half. Perhaps why my blog was passworded and my scrapbooking skills were not all too existent. WELL. LEt's just say a rotten comment got my radar going as to who actually reads this meanderment.
In pure Ruth FAshion, I passworded it, neglecting to, I don't know, write down the password. Being the organized perfectionist that I am. ( I hope you're all rolling your eyes at that), It took me several days to get back into this thing.
Catastrophe averted, I am back. No need to fear. I can't leave this badboy for long. I end up filling out ridiculous myspace surveys at all hours of the night, wondering why it is my baby can't figure out that day- eyes open, night = eyes shut. SHe has my genes and eating happens to be her favorite pasttime. I can't say that I blame her. She now weights almost 8 pounds and is officially 6 weeks old. Dude. THey grow so fast.
My son starts Kindergarten in a week, and Aubree will leave the comforts of home for Pre-K. I'll have so much free time I don't know what I'll do with it all. Perhaps I'll get a hobby, one that relieves the stress of my current "hobby". Scrapbooking hasn't come easily in the past few weeks, I'm so tired I can't even think beyond a photo, and my room is a disaster. Mike has suggested we Nuke it and claim the damages on our tax returns. I did manage to get some assignments in the works, and hope I can make a comeback as far as making pages goes.
We're fairing well, although my counterpart in crime, my sister, and new found friend of free fun, is leaving me tomorrow. 6am to be exact. And I get to be the one to take her. Happy Happy joy joy. I'm sad to see her go, she's inspired me to do so much.
Namely run 5 miles 6 weeks after giving birth. If you don't think Heifers can run, I assure you we can. Not well, mind you. I thought I was going to have to call for a cab half way through. the only thing that stopped me was I had nothing to offer for payment but a sweaty ipod and a really beat up cell phone. FEar not. I made it. However.
I weighed myself today and apparently running that far leaves my body clinging to its fat cells for dear life and today's weight was 5 pounds more than yesterday. Blasted scale. A throne of lies, all of it.
On that note.
I am starting weight watchers tomorrow and hope to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight before my baby starts crawling. IF she's anything like her sibling counterparts, she'll wait until she's 9 months old, which gives me plenty of time to lose 25 pounds. She weighed 6.4 I gained 25, and I had about 15 I didn't like to start with. So. I'm meeting my metabolism in the middle and saying 25 pounds.
I was going to take a before photo, to show you all what we had to work with, but the camera really seemed to add far more than the alloted 10 pounds I hear so much about. So a face shot will have to do.
So I offer you curly and straight.
I've also decided my hair resembles an unkempt mullet, with rats for residents, and a hair cut is in order. Something low maintenance and kid friendly. I'm going to think on it for a bit, and will be sure to post results.
IT is 2am, and MIa is finally done eating. SO. TIs time to hit the sack. THanks for all the worried readers, I'm so glad you though enough to ask me for the pasword. I've decided I'm not going to let a bad apple spoil my fun. Takes more than a negative comment to ruin my day.
You can't scare me. I have Kids. ;)