For serious. If I were being paid to blog, and reliant upon those paychecks to pay my bills, I'd likely be sitting in a dark room with zero ability to see due to the nature of my power being shut off, and, chances are, 8 sizes smaller because I could not afford food. Somehow I've just convinced myself being poor may very well be the answer to my fat problem...
Who am I kidding. I'd find something to stuff my face with. Point being, I forget to blog. Occasionally I'll receive a rogue text from a reader, or close friend with the insinuation that the world hinges on me trudging over hear and updating my blog, but we all know that to be a falsehood. Besides, you could just as easily find my minute by minute updates on twitter, tumblr, facebook or myspace. Because what's a girl without her vast social networks? Probably a skinnier, girl, with a cleaner house, and more time with which to do things because she's not tied up online all day... but that's neither here nor there.
I however. I am here. I just put the finishing touches up on my last paper for my very first college class since 2001. You realize that means the last time my brain was forced to be graded upon it's contents was about the same time MTv stopped playing music videos. The similarities therein are just mind boggling, but the fact that so far I've managed to maintain an A in my first class, and not have to use bribery or the way I look in a sweater vest to garner it, is HUGE. I've undertaken the task of going back to school. (collective group applause. and.. stop.)
Thank you.
I'm officially an undergrad in the Visual Communications field with an emphasis in graphic design. I am also--wait for it--still working on that pesky half-marathon, lose 89 pounds before Kirstie Ally thing. So far I'm down $159, and 53 tanks of gas, but my ability to run has INCREASED tri-fold. I used to get winded at the idea of walking into the cardio room. As of last week, I can run 8 miles in 90 minutes, and break only for urination, and the occasional check to make sure my lycra top hasn't risen above fat roll point break, revealing my not so good, goods, to all others in my immediate gazing area.
For those of you taking note of my progress, a photo, of me.
It appears I have a measuring cup in the restroom with me, yet another indicator of my lack of culinary skills. my children use them as outside tools. Rarely is one found in the kitchen.
Speaking of the angels.
They are almost done with school. I find it heartwarming, and also a little sad that I will be their primary care provider and teacher during the summer months. They are excelling at the current rate that children with my genetic coding could be expected to excel, and are quite possibly, going to surpass me by the time they reach 2nd grade. They've pretty much given up on being available for photography opportunities, which is good, because I've done very little photograph taking. It's all that previous "networking" we discussed. In reality, I've just been busy. But I did manage to take some of her heinous, (no that's not a misspelling, if you knew her you'd come to realize there is NOTHING royal about her, ) she is officially 4 years old, climbs, trees, plays games, enjoys long walks around the yard, and urinating in her diapers. Yes. I said diapers. 
but she's so stinking CUTE. I'm hoping they'll allow for breaks at recess for me to change her in between crossing the monkey bars, and chasing boys. I'm not giving up on her yet, but for reals, it's becoming redonkulous, and I cannot pretend that she's the majority here.
In non child related accomplishments, which I have very few, I am still subscribing to studio calico, with the intentions of one day crawling back to the scrapbook world. I may or may not be welcomed back in, but I'm over caring about such things. I have bigger fish to fry. Maybe I'll stick to baking them though, I seem to do less damage to my diet that way.
It's been a LONG memorial day weekend. one that saw me in a car for 7 hours with sick children, ( apparently when he says, mom, I'm going to get sick, that's the indication it's time to bypass all cars and oncoming traffic, and head immediately to right side of the road. do not hold out your hand in cup shape and expect him to daintily spit his gum into it. you'd think after 7 years as a mother, I'd be used to this).
we made it home, and I'm certain after I light the seats on fire, and spray them with ammonia we'll be able to breath in the car again. I'm still attempting to take on all facets of the world at one time, and signed up for a comedic stand-up and writing class held locally, that promises to tap into your inner humor. I'm really thinking that writing the book I have my heart set on, would come easier with some professional expertise. That, and it'll be nice to hang out with people who don't wear diapers one night a week. My luck it'll be an all senior audience any my scenery won't be changing at all.
Long story, still somewhat long. Life trudges on. I am meeting goals, slowly but surely. I have 2 months until my high school reunion, and I'd like to be the one girl with 4 kids who doesn't LOOK like the girl with 4 kids. We'll see.
Thanks for continuing to read. Or pretending to read. I appreciate all of you.
I'm off to write that hit song, alone in my principles.
Until next time. Stay Classy. And remember. Only you can prevent forest fires.