Friday

Friday Friday Friday. Just about the only thing I've enjoyed lately is going to my job. It still manages to provide a safe environment for me. I am so thankful.
Work has been a bit chaotic...but I've come to recognize it as a peaceful chaos. In past positions, I found myself getting easily bored. In this position, there is always something new that is thrown my way. A new challenge I can take head on. People asking me their opinion, and me reaching out to get their opinions. It is a place of professionalism. It is a place I am not ashamed to call my second home.
At the office, we're sometimes very similar to a big family. We share laughs together. We get serious when we need to be. We sometimes fault and talk about one another...but the maliciousness passes faster than it lasts (thank god for that!). The camaraderie surmounts most offices I've come across.
Even though the past week (give or take) has thrown me its curve balls, I believe all things happen for a reason. I believe my reason for finding this office was to give me hope for my future (particularly my professional one).
One thing I've learned the hard way in the past year and a half, is you can't control everything in life. What life's lesson's has reminded me of is what I do have control over. I'm glad work has given me something to be positive about....
Please excuse the lack of coherency in this post. I really have had a long week...and I'm writing this WAY past my bedtime!
Happy Friday!

Hmph.

About once a month, I am overcome with thoughts of dislike towards everyone. Towards my friends, my family, and coworkers....Even towards Justin Timberlake. I've heard this could be linked to PMDD, but who knows!
The weird thing about when these moods that happen, is the feelings are so intense. I'm sure I send out mixed messages, but I don't feel comfortable addressing them with people out loud (no matter how close I am with the person/people). It's very personal, very private, and very difficult and embarrassing to deal with.
Over the years, I've heard people say "people who are true friends will stick with you even when times are tough" but how tolerant are people when times seem to be tough all of the time? I'm not whining, or complaining, just stating a simple fact. Life seems to be continuously challenging for me, no matter how many smiles I plaster on my face. I am always dealing with money issues, family issues, personal trials and tribulations. The road bumps in my life don't seem to be scheduled for repair anytime soon (and if I keep coming up with analogies to explain myself, I might end up hugging a toilet! haha).
Long story short, I am notorious for wearing my heart on my sleeve, even when my heart feels injured. Yes, actions speak louder than words, but during these times of difficulty, (cough::most notably on or around the first of the month::cough) my words are clouded by my emotions. I'm sorry.

I Tried.

I fear my son will grow up without a strong will. I know in my heart how far fetched this is from reality, especially since he is so stubborn headed (not that he gets that from ME or anything..), although, every time I try and sit him on the potty, and he utters the words "I can't do it mama" my heart ever so slightly breaks. I am still brainstorming ways how I can turn his attitude around.

(To to give myself some peace of mind) I've committed to living by example instead of "Do as I say, not as I do." I was presented with the opportunity to donate blood. I am a needle phobic, pure and simple. My mother can rest easy knowing I will never become an IV drug user. I don't freak out verbally, or put on a huge dramatic show when faced with a needle...I just don't like 'em.
My best attempt to view blood donation's bigger picture found me signing up to donate. I was due to donate this morning, and I will be the first to tell you, I was a millisecond way from shedding tears from anxiety.
I took the somber walk to the blood mobile, inhaled a deep breath, and walked in (only to find one of my coworkers looking EXTREMELY pale...). I began nervously giggling, and was asked to step into a small "office" to be asked personal questions. I complied, and shuttered when I was told I was going to have my finger pricked (and it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be...). The nurse immediately said she wasn't sure my blood was going to be accepted. She ran it through the machine, and sure enough, I was denied by ONE percentage point. Just my luck eh?
At least I can say I tried...and I have a big red sticker to prove it!

Food For Thought

During the Twins game tonight, I busted little man cheering for the Chicago White Sox and shouting "BASE HIT!" He would then turn to me, and with every White Sox swing of the bat, proclaim "MAMA, HE GOT BASE HIT!" It was amazing to see him enjoying the game, albeit disheartening who he was cheering for.
It made me think about how differently he views the world. I find it awesome how much you can truly learn from a person who comes in such a small package.

Growing Up.

Last night, I was informed by my son, that Special K cereal was too spicy. He's a riot. He knows what spicy means, he knows he doesn't like it. Apparently, he was trying to pull a quick one over on me.
I really think it's adorable to watch little man gain reasoning skills, and develope a personality all his own. He has also taken a liking to say "How bout, mama?" He sneaks this in wherever he can. "How bout dis way mama?" After I confirm it's alright, he does it his way, looks up at me and usually says "I do it :)" (with a big smile on his face).
These moments are precious, but I fear the day (which I'm sure will come all too soon) where he begins arguing with me, instead of being his cute toddler self. I can just picture it now:
"Little Man, we have to leave"
"No, I'm sick and STAYING HOME TODAY MOM"
or
"Little man, DINNER TIME! :)"
"ewwww, I don't like chicken mom. I've told you a million times, I would rather have Spicy Special K's"
Growing up happens all too fast. I think I'll stick with the present, instead of fearing the future for the time being!

Retail Therapy

I've had a rocky morning. I had posted a long entry, but decided it was too painful to myself and others to keep it up...so I deleted it. In lieu of the day I've had, I decided to take little man garage sale hopping. I had ten dollars in my pocket and decided that was all we were allowed to spend. We found some lovely treasures.
A framed piece of art with flowers that will go lovely in my bathroom. A bag full of ten decent condition softballs. Two matchbox cars. A stuffed penguin, and the book One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish. I think we got some great deals, considering we ended up only spending five dollars :)
I mailed my second PIF today to Tessa...Go check out her site if you get a chance!
This morning I also finished shopping for my third PIF gift. I am very excited to get it in the mail...I would've mailed it along with Tessa's, but I hadn't had the chance to write a little note for it...Look forward to the package to be getting into the mail soon Sara! :)
Retail therapy was exactly what I needed. Looking forward to the rest of my weekend! Hope you're getting a chance to enjoy the lovely weather!

Falling. PT. The Future.

Generally speaking, I'm not the biggest risk taker. I tend to follow a similar routine from week, to week (at home, at work, and on the weekends). This week felt different to me. I felt motivated to sway my schedule. I did some light cleaning on a work night (which I usually reserve for the weekends). I attempted a jog with a friend. I took the initiative to step outside of the box at work. I gained confidence in the work I was producing that I have not felt in a long time.
Today, I feel like I am going downhill, fast, without brakes.
I don't know why I feel this way. Maybe it's because I found out that during my confident moments this week, I unintentionally neglected a few small details (I tend to be a perfectionist, and get upset with myself easily if I make a mistake). Maybe it's because I almost fell flat on my face when I was dropping little man off at school. Maybe it's because it's raining.
The days seem to be flying by, and instead of me trying to make the best of this moment, I am wallowing in the fact that this moment is not the best. Ugh.
The point, is I don't know why, I just know it.is.

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Little man's teacher told me she is ready to start potty training him. She wanted to check with me to see if I was ready to make the big switch to big boy undies. I am, but I am still unsure if he is. I would hate to set him up for failure. I want to see him succeed with flying colors. I know my baby bird has grown feathers, but is he really ready to fly without diapers? I'll be sure to let you know next week! Are you there laundry machine who costs an arm and a leg, it's me, the Potty Training Mom! :)

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For a snippet of exciting news. I might have found a great guy via ewhatthehellwasithinkingharmony. We are in the final stages of "guided communication"...so the next step would be to meet for coffee. I wonder if he'll suggest we meet at a fast food joint like the last guy did! hahaha. (I'm glad I can laugh at myself!)

Me.

I am tall for a girl
I have big boobs and the butt to match
I am not tan
I am curvy
My skin is not always porcelain looking (if ever!)
I have a very distinctive laugh
I love to talk
I am working on being a better listener
I believe in the golden rule, but I sometimes forget to live by it
I hope to start dating soon (once I can find someone willing and able to "go on a date with me"...it's really not as scary as it sounds!)
I am a mom
I love to take my son to the park
I love to hang out with adults
I love to have stimulating conversations, sometimes interpreted as debates
I can be challenging
I can be amiable
At times, I feel alone
At times, I feel loved
At times, I have anxiety about what others think of me, or how I am perceived
This is me.
Take it, or leave it :) (for my sake, hopefully you'll take it!)

Check it out!!

I don't ask much of the few who happen to stop by here...but if you could please spare a moment and stop by this website...They were the first winners of my Pay It Forward contest from a few weeks ago. I took the liberty of spreading the Minnesota Twins loving to Montana :) If you want the chance to win something fun and free, leave a comment on their site by this Monday!
I am a bit of a slacker (sorry to the other winners, I swear your goodies will be in the mail soon!!) I have one box packed and ready to be mailed..and two still in the works. Finding goodies for people you don't know is a lot of fun..but a heck of a lot more difficult than one would imagine.
Trust me, check out their site...if not to ogle at the most adorable twins in Montana!

Tuesday's with Bleh

I really don't like Tuesdays. There's just something about them that makes me wish we had every Tuesday off of work.
Today, I have been barraged with tedious tasks that are beyond my control at work, various attitudes that I am misinterpreting, burdening thoughts of being a bad mom, added stress of trying to write a thought provoking essay about "Why I should receive a full ride scholarship to online college" and frustrated by three projects at work that need to be finished by yesterday. Do you think there's enough on my plate? Me neither ;)
I will either blame this day on PMS (which is plausible) or Tuesday. My vote goes for Tuesday!!

A couple of Knights at the movies.

The theater. It can be so many things. A nightmare, a complete joy. Entertaining, or boring as all get-up. Pre little-man, I loved going to the theater. Post little-man, my trips are few and far between.
This past weekend, I was actually able to go to the theater TWICE :). I'm still on a bit of euphoric high from the entire experience.
Saturday, myself and a couple of girlfriends braved the crowds and saw The Dark Knight. One word. Amazing
Sunday, I got a hair up my bum and decided to try and beat the heat by taking little man to his first full feature film at "the big boy theater." He seemed very excited about the whole ordeal, but I knew he didn't fully comprehend what he was about to see or where I was about to take him. When we sat down inside the theater, he had the most precious look on his face. He was spending all of his energy taking in his surroundings. He even sat in his own seat (for about half of the movie) and then cuddled with mama for the remainder. I took him to Wall-E. I thought it was alright, but I could tell by the look on his face he thought it was the coolest thing since Cars.
It's so much fun to experience "firsts" with him. He's growing up so fast, I can hardly believe my eyes. My little man isn't so little anymore! :)
How was everyone's weekend? Did you get a chance to see Wall-E or (better yet) The Dark Knight?

CSM to come! :)

Can you dig it?

For your viewing pleasure...and to let you in on some personal insight:

Get Over It

Why is it so hard for people to get over and move past break-ups? I am so confused.
A little backstory:
A friend of mine from college had been dating/engaged to a guy for a few years. The past six months of their relationship have been nothing but lies, and back-to-back issues. The straw finally broke the camels back almost a month ago, and their break-up process began. What gets me is how back and forth she has been. When we talk about how horrible he had been treating her, and how much better off she'll really be, she seems very clear in the head...but when I ask her what she did the night before, she tells me she let Him come over and spend the night. I don't know why this is bothering me so much either. It's not my life, it's hers. Maybe I'm just urked because I sat back and let this loser get in the way of our friendship for so many years...and now that they're "broken up" he's still getting in the way. Maybe I'm irritated that she's not following through with what she's telling me (in a way, it almost feels like she's lying to me since she goes around doing exactly what she tells me she's NOT going to do).
I.just.don't.get.it.
Can someone please explain to me why she is acting so nim-whitted? Where should I draw my "friendship line" of morals and say enough is enough? How much of this "saying one thing, and doing another" should I tolerate?
Maybe I just need to take my own advice and get over it.

Gorillas and Shakes

The company I work for strives for its employees to be diverse, thus offering mandatory diversity classes twice a year. This past week, the class I attended focused on "diverse networking". It was two hours long, and I actually learned some fairly valuable lessons.

The first lesson I learned was I am not as multi-faceted as I once had thought. We were instructed to watch a video and count the number of bounce passes. When the video was started, there were about six people weaving in and out of each other, some throwing the ball between them with random bounce passes mixed in. I focused very intently, completely sure my eye for detail would allow me to prevail and win a small prize and boast my ego a little. After the video was over, we started discussing our answers when one of my coworkers stated he was distracted by the person in the gorilla suit who walked through the people. Long story short, if you are a multi-tasker/good observer, you see the gorilla...if you are like me...you don't (Note: over half of my employees did not see the gorilla).
ANYWHO...

This class also opened my eyes to a more professional and respectable way of presenting myself. I'm not sure if you know this, but I tend to revert to a very shy and introverted person when I am in rather large groups (more specifically when I do not know the people I am with). This would make "networking"/socializing at a work event difficult for me. The class gave me tools for asking questions of others, and also left me with a slight amount of confidence to talk with new people. I put the confidence to the test last night at the fields by asking a team we didn't know to come over to our cooler for a cold one. The conversation didn't last long, but it was long enough to introduce ourselves, and make new alliances. I am not the best with names, but I do remember some small tidbits about this team so if we were to ever play them I would feel more comfortable walking over and saying hi.

The only item discussed in the class that I didn't agree with, was the proper way to shake a hand. Here's how they taught us:
-Make your hands look like that star trek "Spock" sign.
-When shaking hands, you are supposed to have your pointer finger, and middle finger rest on the other persons inner-wrist
This method is supposed to prevent you from getting your knuckles crushed...but really, I think it's just plain creepy. The more you get to know a person (on a professional level) the more you can allow your handshake to fall along the lines of mine, which does not include the Spock sign separation of your fingers. What's your take?

By any means, I am the furthest thing from a networking genius...this, for me, is more about baby steps in the right direction. Last night, I took a few baby steps. I went to sleep with a smile on my face for a change. I am looking forward to more opportunities to put my better foot forward, and I'm doing it with some pep in my step.

Untiled Random Thoughts

Coming home to a clean kitchen was wonderful yesterday. I was able to make a "delicious" meal consisting of macaroni'n cheese, hot dogs and grapes (I had to sneak in the fruit to make myself feel better about the proccessed meal! hehehe). Little man was a fan of the whole shebang :)
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Speaking of the little monster. He's been driving me to drink (figuratively speaking that is...). He's entered a biting phase, and I am completely besides myself. When he is scolded, he is un-scathed. I feel like this phase is reflecting poorly on my parenting, but at the same time, I know not to take it too personal. The fear of my child being the classroom bully lingers. The thought of him never outgrowing this bully stage is quite frightening. Now, I must punch myself in the gut for jumping to insane conclusions about my son's future as a sociopath after only two days of biting.
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Wine Rack Update: Being the classy single mom that I am, I went on a walk to the "sucker store" for softball supplies. While I was browsing the fine assortment of beers, I decided I would try and find some decent inexpensive wine to adorn my new wine rack. I picked up a bottle of Malbec and a bottle of Shiraz. They look like they're at home on the rack...so much so that I don't know if I'll be able to drink them any time soon.

CSM

Lately (especially by mid-week) I arrive home to a kitchen that looks like the following:

As promised. The first edition of Clean Sweep Monday's (albeit a tid bit late on my behalf...lo ciento!)
I've been constantly faced with little to no counter space due to the fact that I have clutter overwhelming my life! Tonight, I made one small step towards ridding myself of this burden. My small kitchen may look like a disaster zone, but the counter tops and stove were clean..and were unfortunately littered with miscellaneous items (everywhere). I got down to business, and slowly but surely tackled the junk. I parted with items I knew I wouldn't need/use. I put away items in their correct spots. I cleared my counters of clutter. And.It.Felt.Great!
End results:


I really do love having a clean kitchen. It makes my heart smile! (and also makes me REALLY excited to cook!!)
Over the weekend, I also found a hidden treasure that was going to be thrown out. I can't decide if the best part of my discovery was that it was free, that it helps to hide my router/wires, or that it's something I've wanted for a long time, but hadn't had the audacity to spend money on it. I present you with my new wine rack!!!!! (sans the wine...Note to self: Pick up wine next time you're at the sucker store!!)

Random Life Up to Date

What a wash of a weekend for me. In lieu of listing off every random detail, I will inform you that I was extremely lazy this past weekend. I did not lift a finger to clean once, and managed to watch season two of Veronica Mars in a 24 hour time-span. The marathon started after little man was sleeping on saturday night, and went into the wee hours of the morning on sunday...pausing briefly for a few hours of shut-eye, and then resuming when it was time for little man's nap on Sunday. I don't remember the last time I have watched that much television!! Needless to say, I am now in the process of hunting down season three (it really is a good show!!).

I feel slightly disappointed in myself. I didn't do anything crazy fun with little man this weekend. The past month I have taken us on some sort of fun mommy-son adventure every weekend. However, the most exciting thing we did this weekend entailed playing with chalk and water-filled spray bottles on friday evening before a few storms rolled in. I know he had fun, but I still should have been slightly more amped to take him to a new park or do something a little more special with him. There's always this coming weekend, right? Do you have any fun ideas you can share?

We did make a trip to the post office as well...to mail my first PIF package. I will say, I cannot believe the amount of items I fit into a small flat-rate priority box(I would say there were OVER a dozen small items). The post lady said I ended up saving myself a little over eight dollars (and the flat rate box only cost nine!! yay me!). Maybe this is just my lack of self esteem talking, but I wish I could have done more for this package..but receiving a box full of goodies is better than receiving a box full of no goodies at all! :)

I was unable to document anything for CSM (clean sweep monday), so this will be my first of two posts today. I have every intention to go home, and photograph two areas of my kitchen (before and after) and have the pics posted before I go to sleep tonight..so if you're up later, then enjoy...if not, then you'll have something to look forward to bright and early tomorrow morning!

I hope y'all had a fantabulous weekend! Did you do anything fun or exciting? Did you happen to see Miss USA fall on her bum in the Miss Universe contest? (I didn't watch the competition, but I have a strong feeling the video is going to make its way around the interweb!) Even though I was consumed with sloth, I was able to rest and really shake my cold (ALMOST for good!). Happy Monday!

QOTD

What question do you hate to be asked?
That's an EASY one..."Where is your husband" or any reference made to my fake husband JUST because of the fact that I have a toddler. Hello people, just because I have a happy baby and I go out and have fun with him at the park does NOT mean I have a solid man in my life waiting for me at home. Hook me up peeps! (well, you don't have to hook me up...but if you know of a good guy... ;) )

PSA

To skinny, tan, half-brained girls: If you are going to go to a bar to drink, do NOT ask the bartender if there is going to be Michelobe 64 (A 3:2 BEER!) on tap...Also, if out at a bar, do not look at said chubby girl (cough::me::cough) and tell her that you only ordered a 3:2 beer because "well, at the end of the night...I like to count my calories." If you strictly feel the need to fit in with your pretty-boy friends by counting the liquid calories you are consuming, maybe you shouldn't drink AT ALL. Reality check bizzo...Drinking isn't supposed to be about calorie counting. It's about social interaction and having a good time. Don't ruin it for people like me by acting like the poster child of an eating disorder.

Colds and Bullets.

I have been swept up by a summer cold. It.sucks.
I am trying to maintain a positive attitude (if you couldn't tell) and have realized a few important things over the course of this week: (and forgive the bullets...it's all I have the mental strength for today!)
* Taking Tylenol Nighttime at 6:30 pm is NOT a good idea.
* Taking ONE benedryl allergy at 8 pm is a fantastic sleep remedy
* Colds really, really suck.

I am convinced little man gave me this glorious little cold. I just don't understand how he wasn't HALF as phased by it as I have been. Meh, que serra serra eh?

Happy Hump Day!

Introducing...CLEAN SWEEP MONDAYS!

A television, queen sized bed, closets and dressers filled with clothes, a kitchen table, silverware, pots'n pans, a laptop. These are only a few things taking up space in my apartment. I got to thinking this morning...what would happen if it was all gone tomorrow? If I had to officially start over from scratch... Would I be able to do it? Would my life end up cluttered as it feels now? I honestly think I am too selfish to give up the luxuries that I have been afforded. I have books to read if I feel like reading, an extremely comfortable bed to sleep in, dishes to eat off of, and a crappy dishwasher that helps me to clean said dishes. I have food in my cupboards, and a collection of about 100 or so dvd's I could watch at any given moment.
A coworker of mine recently had her car broken into, and it really got me thinking about all of the material items in my life. I think part of my reasoning is a bit of self-revelation rearing its head. The realization that I don't need to fill my life with more material items. The realization that my life is cluttered with material luxuries that many in this world will never have the opportunity to experience. I wish I were less selfish with my belongings. I wish I could muster up the courage to donate 3/4ths of the clutter that feels like its suffocating me...but I can't. I will continue to hold onto these items..but I think a great goal for the rest of the year is to not add anymore to my mass chaos of clutter. I NEED to begin to take baby steps to thin through some of the items, and make some tough decisions. Do I really NEED most of my clutter? Will I even notice if it is gone? Why do I feel the need to hold onto superfluous items? Why do I spend $100.00at Target, and feel like I have nothing to show for it?!
In the past month I threw out SIX GARBAGE BAGS FULL OF THINGS...and I still feel like I could toss at LEAST SIX MORE bags if I took the time to go through my crizap! That's a lot of unneccesary stuff if you ask me!
So, publicly I will make a small pledge to myself. I will NOT buy anything other than NECESSARY items at Target. In fact, I am going to start taking a picture of each Target purchase as an effort to keep myself honest! If this isn't too appalling to the three of you out there who will read this...I think I am also going to attempt to document the demise of my clutter!!! YIPPEE to throwing out "treasures". I think I can, I think I can!! I think it is EXTREMELY plausible to tackle one area of my apartment a week...so by the end of the summer I should be clutter free and feeling on TOP OF THE WORLD!
Say a disaster hits tomorrow; as long as I have my little man, my health, and a warm place to sleep at night I think life would be pretty swell....at least that's what I'm saying now...

(If you haven't already guessed it...starting next monday I will dedicate my blog to detailing my efforts at cleaning up my life. Hopefully, I will be ambitious and post pictures of the efforts; including (but not limited to) target trip photos, and some "action shots" (try and contain your oooo's and ahhhhh's please..hehehe))

OMG Exciting Stuff Part Duece!!

This morning I discovered I won a THIRD PIF! So, I will choose a third person making my total number of winners amount to FOUR. If you haven't yet heard from me, I'll try and shoot ya an email or leave a comment on your blog. Since I wasn't anticipating on winning ANYTHING, I am going to stagger the mailing of the packages..but rest asured, you WILL receive them..and they WILL bring a smile to your face :) Winner 1 will be mailed out this week, Winner 2 next week...you get the idea....right?

OH! And as for the (hopefully for the sake of my bank account) final winner! The random number generator chose lucky #18!
Congrats to Erica.

OMG!! Exciting stuff!!

The lovely and talented Swistle started a massive Pay It Forward craze that has swept up the blogger world. I hosted my own contest, as well as participated in almost all a few of the contests posted on Swistle's blog. I am excited to announce that I won TWO of the contests! This makes me giddy, because instead of posting two more contests, I am using our friendly random number generator to pick TWO MORE WINNERS! And they are....
#20, Notameangirl
and
#9, Sara

If you haven't heard from me, I will try and get in touch with you in the NEAR future! Yay for fun contests, and YIPPEE for paying it forward! :)

I would also like to thank everyone who was directed here via Swistle's site, or however else you happened to stumble across this little ol' thing that attempts to be a blog. I hope you keep stopping by!! (Do I have to BEG?! Cuz I probably will!!)

Sunday Nights.

I love my job. I love my office. I love everything about my work week...for the most part.
Yesterday I had gone about my day with a fair amount of ease. I had ventured out to a local farm, picked some delicious strawberries, and managed to keep an eye on little man as he wondered up and down the rows of strawberry plants. [Note to self: The farm ettiquette of a 2yo is a bit left to be desired...he kept occasionally hopping from row to row giving me mini heartattacks. I continuously was scoping the fields to see if the employees of the farm were going to kick us out for his inappropriate behavior...They didn't, and we survived.] In the afternoon, I spent my time boiling sugar and strawberries, and canning homemade jam. (If it didn't feel like a million degrees in my mothers kitchen I probably would have enjoyed myself)
Around six in the evening, it hit me. My gut began to churn as I realized my extended weekend was over. I had to return to work the next day. I had to return to the scheduled "organized" chaos of carting little man to "school", fighting traffic to pick him up in the evening, exhausting every ounce of energy to get a semi-decent nutritional meal made for him in the evening, and adhering to his nighttime schedule of getting him bathed and in bed BEFORE 8:30. My heart began to race.
For almost ten months I have been working a job that I love. This is the FIRST time in ten months I had a mini anxiety attack surrounding the return of the work week. I don't quite know what this means, but I do know I need to do something to prevent my feelings of utter panic due to "the-end-of-the-weekend" from returning. Any thoughts or suggestions? Blow up nanny/housekeeper/husband you say? IN MY DREAMS! :) Happy Monday all! Hope you had a lovely weekend!!

We Have a Winner

This is my "first contest" blah blah blah...I didn't get the chance to sit at my computer yesterday because I was bummed out that I didn't have family or a lot of friends to spend the day with so instead I slept a chunk of the day away because it was the fourth and all. So here I am. I just visited the random number generator site and it produced a random winner :) Congrats to Christina, Steve, Clara and Elena!!! (Note: I wasn't sure which blog to site because this person has TWO blogs listed...so check both out if you have the chance!)
Please email me via my blogger profile. I wouldn't mind a hint as to what you would like to be surprised with too :) (even just a few tid bits such as likes and dislikes)

I was rather cautious about posting this past week while the contest was up and running...not gonna lie; I almost started shaking due to blog-posting withdrawl! Lately, writing on here has felt like an intrinsic emotional balancing tool. Blogger has turned into one of my best friends...wow, that sounds a bit creepy eh?
ANYWAYS... I am happy and excited to return to my regularly scheduled program of writing in the morning and obsessively checking my post to see if anyone had any fun or interesting insight to share :)

On Thursday I had my cable down-graded. I forced myself to cancel my television service because I just couldn't justify forking out fifty+ dollars per month when my small family is BARELY watching television because of the nice weather. Honestly, I was a bit teared up when I came home from work to discover TLC, The Food Network and FX to be snowy and non-existent.
This afternoon, as I was spending the day inside laying low due to a wretched headache that came from NOWHERE, I discovered something amazing. All of my cable channels above 64 STILL WORKED! This includes two of my guilty pleasured favorites of MTV (aka THE REAL WORLD CHANNEL!!) and BRAVO! I am TOTALLY confessing to being a reality television whore, but come on! I'm a single girl...I might as well enjoy marathons of The Real World and Kathy Griffin's My Life On The D-List while I can! :)

How was your 4th? Have you enjoyed your extended holiday weekend?