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A Completely Pointless Post

I feel as if blogging at this point could be a really bad idea.  This can go in two directions.  1.) My grouchy mood will continue to flow through my blog...or 2.) I can find positive and happy things to blog about thus resulting in a great mood.

You see, my poor husband received a laundry list of things, via text, of reasons I was frustrated/irritated/ etc. etc. at him and at the world.  All of which were, irrational, and out of portion.  I knew that going into to my texting rant.  I am pretty sure I even yelled at him (through text, mind you once) for telling me that he wanted me to do whatever made me happy.  How can you be mad at someone who wants you to do what makes them happy?  Sooo.. publicity, I would like to say oops.

Anyways.  So I am thinking positive at this point....

Remember that workout DVD I bought, still in the package.  And without basketball on Mondays, I have been really really lazy.  I am so ready for basketball to start back up...returning champions.  And I really need to start my workout dvd.  Maybe that will get me out of my mild funk.  I made Ian climb through our packed storage unit to find my hand weights, so I better get started on that.  You should see how that man can climb, even with a totally torn ACL and whatever else was torn too.

Not updating my blog on a regular basis has thrown me off, I don't even know where to go with this.

Last weekend, our dog disappeared off our back porch.  I was devastation thinking he was long gone.  We searched everywhere for him.  I felt horrible, because we had just lost him a few months ago too.  That night, we had pretty much determined he was gone and even started thinking about a replacement for him.  The next morning, we heard a dog barking on our back porch?  I guess someone returned him.  We will never know what happened, but it was very strange.

The charm of apartment living is starting to dwindle.  I need some extra space.  The walk to the cars is cold. The windows are drafty.  The heat is expensive.  The cabinets don't have handles which drives me nuts.  I'm tired of my poor dog having to be inside all the time.  I'm tired of hearing the people above us....

Oh, so Pinterest has been taking up my blogging time recently.  It was a slow growing addiction.  At first, I was like hmm okay, what in the world do I do with this?  If you have no idea what I am talking about, you can just stop reading, because I can't even begin to explain what Pinterest is, you just have to experience it.  I have gotten so many awesome decor ideas.  If only money was endless.  But there is also so many cooking ideas and just other interesting things to waste time looking at.  I am even thinking of getting myself a used sewing machine to try my hand at some DIY craft ideas.  Actually, I made a bet with Ian that if I won he had to buy me one (like we don't share accounts anyway....).  And I won the bet, but he will tell you different because he is a big cheater.  I told him that if I won, it was like destiny was saying "yes", that I needed a sewing machine.

So this bet.  We were running errands and had two options for routes home.  The first one being I70 and the second being Kansas Avenue to K32.  I recommended K32 because we would have to do less backtracking but he said the stoplights would take forever.  He bet me we would hit at least 4 stoplights.  We hit three and on the last stoplight, he slows done to like 30 and waits for it to turn red.  Thus...cheating.  Because if he had been going the speed limit we would have made the green light.

Ya well, since I am at work (the tanning salon)  I should probably wrap this up and be productive looking before my boss arrives.  Even though, I am pretty sure he watches me on the cameras.  Way to make a girl paranoid.

I'm pretty sure that post was not very positive, but I am in a better mood.

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