Seeing pictures of my old friends hanging out together and not caring at all is drug-like.
(meaning really good. I describe anything that feels good or makes me happy as drug-like because I don’t know what drugs feel like but I assume they’re good? probably not, though)
Lying in bed last night, I realized that I skipped lunch and dinner yesterday. and I was 0% hungry??
dawg, how am I still ALIVE?
(we’re either very impressed with or kinda concerned about me. Don’t worry this isn’t a habit. you can be impressed.)
NOTHING I mean nothing makes me happier than Malachi eating food I make him. (I’m suuuuch a bad chef and) I know a cheese (and also a separate guacamole) quesadilla isn’t HARD to make but I made it and he loved it and I didn’t have to trick him. AND I had the idea for them both. joyful
I’m leaving the paint from last night paint night on my arms so if** anyone ask about it I could roll my eyes and say “OH did I spill? I’m such an artist”
hehehehehehe
Update I entered the office laughing to Christopher about how I looked and said “why didn’t you TELL ME I look like this?” He said “it’s not bad. you just look like a mom.”
- get yourself a man with low standards
Today I put my hair in a bun to brush my teeth then just left it in all day. It felt messy but cute, in a disheveled-movie-star kind of way so I didn’t look in the mirror until now. It’s almost 9pm until I looked at it and HAHAHA. My post-pregnancy-hair-loss short hairs are sticking straight out, my mascara smudged like a raccoon, the “bun” is a knot. I look like a rat, actually a rat. It’s only hilarious since I’m already married!!!!!
I’m paralyzed, can’t feel hardly anything from the mid-torso down. Someone explain to me why wearing no pants is infinitely more comfy than wearing pants. Is it the psychology of it or what
Achilles was barking her head off at a neighbor walking past our house. She doesn’t listen to me when I call her name or try to discipline her, so I thought it would be easier to just hide behind a column on our front porch instead of telling her to stop? But me + my wheelchair is KINDA TOO WIDE so she saw me sticking out of either side and said “hello there.” Hahahahaha I can’t do anything in secret with this thing
In the shower I was thinking about the power of words (🙄🙄 authors, yaknow?) and two memories came to mind that I’ll never forget, but ???
The time Bill taught me what a dingleberry is (high school); and the time(s?) my ex boyfriend called me “adorkable,” like adorable + dork (COLLEGE). The first one is funny, second painfully embarrassing [for him only].
another travel mug update: I got a massage today and I talked about my mug to my [trapped in the room] therapist for 15 minutes. I think I’m done now though
Update: I cornered him and he let me talk about my mug for almost 10 minutes. THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS.
I paid almost $50 for a mug that I REALLY just want to talk about but people don’t want to hear it? I’ve sent Christopher 2 text messages of “next time you come in the kitchen, I’ll tell you 2 new reasons I love my mug!” and “I have something to show you! Mug related!” and he literally took 20+ minutes each time. is this what love is
Not enough girls with long hair are talking about what they do with it while they sleep. A ponytail so your hair breaks off where the rubber band is tied? Down by your shoulders so your neck motion is restricted? Over the top of the pillow so it looks the SILLIEST? I sleep with it over the top but I feel like there’s a secret I don’t know.
Even in a world with tik tok, selfies, and political correctness, I think text message reactions ("heart" or "like," etc. a text) is the worst thing our culture does. I can't get away from people who do it
CONSISTENT, every day when Malachi is taking a nap or sleeping, I toss between “I think I’m ready to have a second kid” and “really just want him to wake up.” It’s like I miss him while he sleeps so I want another one to play with in the meantime. I’m needy???? or do I just love him?
I’m needy. but also I want another one. help
I love Malachi so much that sometimes I just - still, 12 months later - cry about it. Crying because of love, how does that make sense??
But I haven’t written anything on here in 2 weeks so this is update that he turned 1 and I’m still obsessed, obsessed. hehe
If your days are starting to get boring and you’re looking for an inexpensive spark, change your toothbrush head. (Besides playing with Malachi and talking to Christopher,) Brushing my teeth is the literally best part of my day.
(is this a SAD or very CUTE thing?)
I’ve identified the greatest feeling: lying down and being reeeally sleepy. I’ve been taking NyQuil to get rid of a cough and I love that part of sickness because it’s drowsy medicine. hehe I love it (but the cough is annoying ok)
in an effort to curb my Boom Chicka Pop sweet & salty kettle corn habit, I'm convincing myself that I don't like any foods that get caught in my teeth, that change the color of my spit, or leave a lasting taste in my mouth. because it "feels invasive," is what I'm saying. let's see how it goes, checking in in 2 weeks.
(also because Costco maybe doesn't sell the popcorn anymore???)