I was initially going to write my crafty blog post for today, but my camera is all the way in the spare bedroom, and Chordie and I are cuddle up on the couch in the living room. It's too far away to go get, so instead I'm gonna just keep it real.
I'd also like to mention I'm now rewarding myself for blog posting with bowls of Chocolate Lucky Charms. I cannot wait.
I'm actually writing this post on Monday night and scheduling it for Tuesday morning. Why? Because I'm annoyed with the Cardinals right now and how stupid Jon Jay has been tonight. Normally I don't get super worked up, but Bradley is on a roll right now and he's fueling my fire. Plus, I'm already cranky because this night has flown by and I'm not ready to go to bed just to get up and go to work tomorrow morning. I want to sleep in with my Bradley and my Chordie and pretend like it's Sunday again. I don't think that's a lot to ask.
As I was doing my usual blog-creepin' tonight I realized that an absurd amount of you have those robot things where you have to type the random gibberish text and numbers so that you can post your comments. This drives me bat shit crazy. Sometimes, I have to enter them so many times I honestly start to wonder whether or not I am in fact a robot. My iPhone and iPad want to autocorrect everything I type, and then if I click out of the text box for any reason, I can't edit it or add anything else, I can only publish or exit out and re-write my comment. My OCD hates this part of the process. So please, if you love me, remove your robot defense mechanisms so that I can stalk your blogs and comment without issue.
We've been stressing a lot lately over here at the Glover house about how we're going to afford our wedding. Since buying our house, we sank the savings that we had into furnishing it and we had to start all over again. Our original wedding date was October 12th (which was this past Saturday) and we pushed the date back to May 31st. Sunday morning we went to the place where we are having our reception because they were having a buffet breakfast to raise money for Parkinson's research and it was a little surreal to think that we would have been a married couple that day. Now, we're still living in sin and praying we can win the lottery just to be able to have the wedding of our incredibly limited and scaled back dreams. Life is such a bitch sometimes.
I haven't stepped on a scale in a couple of weeks since I got sick, but if I had to guess, I'd say I've gained back all of the weight I lost for the diet bet. As I sit here and fiend for the Chocolate Lucky Charms I'm about to enjoy, a part of me wonders why I keep struggling with this. I'm reading about how all of my favorite bloggers are doing this Advocare Cleanse, eating healthy, and having satisfyingly regular bowel movements. Why don't I jump on this bandwagon and see what it's all about? I'll tell you why. I'm fat, I'm lazy, I'm stressed about money, time, my car, the cold weather, whether or not Bradley is going to eat tonight's leftovers before I can take them in my lunch, how it's only Tuesday, etc. Basically, I am full of excuses. I feel like the world is spinning around me and I'm catching glimpses of all of these things I want in life, and how everyone else is going out there and getting them. I feel like I'm standing still in the middle of the spinning instead of moving with the flow and going after what I want. I can't quite figure out why I'm holding myself back. Paging Dr. Freud.
I'm really loving all of the questions I've gotten so far for my Q&A post. I'm thinking instead of a 5 on Friday linkup, I'll post my answers to all of your questions. Don't forget, the person with the best question gets to humor me like I'm actually a big deal and write a guest post :) I know that incentive alone is keeping you all up at night wracking your brains for the perfect questions that you're just dying to know the answers to. Keep 'em coming!
Whew, I'm so glad I got this done, Bradley just delivered my bowl of cereal. Time to eat my feelings!