I’ll come up with a title later. Just like I’ll come up with a coherent blog post. Neither one of those things are going to turn out like I want them. Instead – verbal vomit!
I open up the Add New Post link and I want to write. I want to get all of this stuff that’s buzzing around in my head out. Some of it really shouldn’t be shared out on the internet. Feelings would be hurt much more than they already are and I seriously doubt spilling it out of my ears would solve anything.
I want to write. I love to write. Kids and medication seem to have taken my memory away. I take a beta blocker for monthly migraines and those damn beta blockers have also blocked my short term memory. Sure, everyone walks into a room once in a while and forgets why they went into that room. It happens to me nearly every time I walk into a room. My husband gets frustrated with me because I left the house without my purse or the keys to the house. Having 5 kids asking me little favors while I am on a mission completely derails me train of thought. Propranolol and triplets do not mix.
I have learned some things in these first couple of weeks of 2012. OK, I knew this one before but I thought I could fool myself into doing otherwise.
I can’t dance.
Not in that Phil Collins cheesy early 90′s song kind of way, although that song came into my head a lot, but in a Zumba-following what the chicks with the awesome butts on tv do sort of way. I don’t have an awesome butt. I have a rather flat butt and absolutely no hips. A blessing you say? Not really. Finding jeans that fit my body type is damn near impossible and I’ve even thought about buying jeans in the men’s department.
If it weren’t for my boobs I am sure people would call me sir. Kidding. Kinda.
I did lose 2 pounds. Well, I lost 6 but now it’s almost that time of the month and I gained 4 back. Jerk.
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