Day 9: Something I'm Proud Of In The Past Few Days

I've been trying to get a better handle on my messy house. That in itself is a feat of epic proportions.

Also, last night I made dinner for the missionaries. I didn't have time to actually cook, so I relied on good ole' Mrs. Mac and, I'm ashamed to say, INSTANT mashed potatoes. I'm going to kitchen hell for that one.

(Every Southern Woman prides herself on her home cookin'. I am not about to say I'm a bad cook, but I'm picky as hell and always in a hurry. Not a good combination. Also, NEVER, EVER, under ANY circumstances, criticize a woman's ability to cook. That's right up there with saying, "Yep, that dress DOES make your butt look big.")

To reiterate:
Don't call a woman a bad cook. If it's burnt or flavorless, shut up and eat it with a smile.

Don't call a woman fat. If she sets the trap and says, "I'm fat," DENY DENY DENY!!!)

Can you picture me on Iron Chef? With my packets of mashed potato flakes and canned green beans?
I'd be worried as hell about whatever that "Secret Ingredient" would be, because there's no Hamburger Helper for squid.

Anyway, enjoy this video... and try not to say "Beeyeeeerrrrrr!!!" out loud too much today. Or... actually, DO.

Day 8: Short Term Goals For This Month and Why

I don't have very lofty goals for this month, but here's a short list:

1. Do this 30 day blog

2. Make a few more of the CUTEST newborn/preemie hats like pictured above

3. Walk a little bit more than I eat

4. Work on my patience

5. Be more frugal

6. Make more friggin hats. I'm up to my ears in hats and still have lots more to do.

I'm realizing that hobbies are only fun when you want to do them, not when you have to do them...

Nighttime

It is really hard to do the victims impact panels sometimes.
I'm so emotionally spent right now, and the emotions are swimming around inside my head and I need to let them out.

Tonight, I made the mistake of watching Kasey's video before my speech. I usually speak first and then play the video. I was so hypnotized by how beautiful and special my little girl was. I couldn't stop staring at her. I've always thought she was such a pretty little girl, but tonight.... she was beautiful.

Sigh...

Time for bed.

Day 7: A Picture of Someone/Something That Has The Biggest Impact On Me

Seriously?

You have no clue what has impacted me the most?

OF COURSE, it's Kasey. It is really, really hard to share her story with everyone, but it would be way harder NOT to share her story.

I miss her every second of every minute of every day. I remember how her soft, curly hair felt on my face, how she held her hands out for me to paint her fingernails.

I'm also going to mention my biggest influence...

Daddy

He was a gruff, no-nonsense man with a heart of gold. Whenever I get into my victim, poor-Kelly state of mind, I can hear him telling me to quit my whining and do something about it.

He is the only man I could ever (and will ever) trust.

Standing at a towering 5'4" and weighing in at 136 lbs., he was afraid of no one and never minced words. He was absolutely NEVER politically correct and didn't give a damn about what anyone else thought.

If I run into someone that I knew was a friend of Daddy, I know they are 'good people.' Gary Martin was an excellent judge of character and didn't clutter his life with people who weren't worth his time.

When I worked with him at Bosch, my main motivation for working my ass off was to impress my father. And I did. There was no way in hell I'd embarrass him or give anyone a reason to tell him I wasn't up to par. I wanted him to be proud of me. There was nothing more important that that.

I think I need to remind myself that he's still watching over me and that I need to, as he would say, get my ass in gear.

LOVE YOU, Daddy.

Day 6: Favorite Superhero and Why

I'm not much of a comic book *nerd. So, I actually had to wiki the term 'superheroes.'

After looking through all the choices, I chose one that I didn't need to wiki at all... Spiderman.

I think he's just your average dork with a crush on a pretty girl. I like that, because I don't want some rich asshole running around in tights (i.e. Batman.) If I wanted that, I'd pick Elton John.

Good ole Peter Parker (whose name makes me giggle) was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was bitten by a spider and voila! He can shoot stuff out of his palm and swing around everywhere. If his superhero gig doesn't end up working out, I'm sure he can get a job at Barnum & Bailey as an acrobat. Or, he could just weave up some safety nets.

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*I actually love nerds.

Day 5: A Picture of Somewhere I've Been

Oh, where, Oh, where have I been?

As I'm much too lazy to actually find the real pictures of said places, I will use good ole Photobucket...

My absolute favorite place is Pike's Market in Seattle.

Yes, that's the place where the dudes throw the fish

I've been to the butthole of the world, Allentown, PA...

My favorite place in the world... MAINE!

Day 4: A Habit I Wish I Didn't Have

I made it to day four!

Today's post is a habit I wish I didn't have. Well, that's easy.

I eat just for the hell of it.

As Freud would say, I have an oral fixation.

When I used to smoke, I lost a good bit of weight. I smelled awful, but I had less of me. Now, I've gained all that weight back and I suppose I've substituted cigarettes for Doritos. And chocolate. And kool-aid. And potato chip sandwiches.

Right now, I'm the weight I always said I would never reach. I've always said I would take better care of myself than this. However, depression and laziness has made my body into a caricature of my family genes.

My pants keep wanting to roll down in the front and I am constantly pulling at the front of my shirt (so it won't stick to my body). I get winded way more easily and I break into a sweat putting on my Spanx.

Eating feels good while I'm doing it. I feel like crap afterward, though. What sucks is the fact that humans HAVE TO eat. With smoking, I could just quit, I didn't need a smoke every now and then to maintain my health. Food is necessary, so I can't just avoid it altogether. I know about the better choices I need to make, but unless they come up with bacon-flavored lettuce, I'm not gonna enjoy it.

I can't wait to read about YOUR bad habits.