I just found a trouser sock. In my sleeve. It’s after noon and I have been dressed for 5 hours.

I’m starting to worry about myself.

Today I ate a leftover bratwurst and half of a leftover cheese quesadilla for lunch. It was pretty decent. I think I’ll have a leftover brownie for dessert.

That is all I can think to blog about.

Seriously, what’s up with my blogging motivation? It has diminished down to zilch. I hope it’s not permanent. I hope it’s just a pregnancy thing. Cuz I used to really love blogging. Sometimes about silly things, sometimes about deep, thoughtful things. Now all I think about is being pregnant and having this baby. Which in itself is exciting, but not exactly for blogging. Because I’ve never wanted to be one of those “mommy bloggers”. I love reading those blogs but I never wanted to have one of my own. I like to keep some variety. And I guess I do still throw out my random silly thoughts to the internet, but I’ve been doing it on Facebook mostly. So maybe I’ll stop doing that and bring them back to the blog. If you don’t mind. I mean, isn’t it super interesting to read about my leftovers?

According to some guy on Oprah, our country is in the middle of a… get this… decorating time warp. The whole country? Oh lordy, whatever will we do?

Sorry, I’m not a decorator. I could not care less about this. And that is why I came out of blogging hibernation to post about it

When I walked into the bathroom this morning I found an empty toilet bowl and in the center of it an entire roll of toilet paper. Completely soaked. At first I was going to blame it on the cats or Luke, but then I looked up and realized it must have fallen from the shelf above, the shelf we store our toilet paper on. The roll currently in use was still hanging safely on the wall.

I calmly removed the sopping wet toilet paper from the toilet bowl and chuckled a little as I went on my way. I brushed my hair, got dressed for work, and slipped my shoes on. The left shoe went on fine. The right shoe did not. I had a flashback to the time our childhood dog peed in my shoes, because I felt a wetness as soon as my toes entered the shoe. But we don’t have a dog. We have a cat. Two, actually, but one in particular who pukes a lot and always does it in the most convenient places. It always seems to be right in the way of foot traffic. And if that’s always her master plan, to puke where our feet will go, she hit the jackpot this morning. Ugh.

There’s nothing like starting your day off right!

I got this idea from Deanna – you Google “Unfortunately, (your first name)” and see what it comes up with. These were some I found. Some are actually true!

“Unfortunately, Mindy makes no attempt to run fast.” (true)

“Unfortunately, Mindy became obsessed by the preparation for the baby.” (not entirely true)

“Unfortunately, Mindy doesn’t have the self-confidence to deliver a winning performance.” (not true)

“Unfortunately, Mindy is made of 95% fail.” (not true)

“Unfortunately, Mindy also likes beer, eating donuts, watching TV, and sneaking naps before lunch.” (so true)

“Unfortunately, Mindy said, her sister became an unemployed zookeeper because of ‘Survivor.’” (Kari, you still employed?)

“Unfortunately, Mindy was larger than normal.” (will be true soon enough)

“Unfortunately, Mindy happened to be rather fickle and was led astray by her bowling instructor Jaques, leaving Homer with a toddler and a baby he didn’t know. ” (no one was supposed to know)

“Unfortunately, Mindy forgot to flash her cleavage at the security guy.” (sounds like me to forget a thing like that)

“Unfortunatley, Mindy was put to sleep on Wednesday due to epilepsy and her seizures were getting worse, she’s sorely missed.” (fortunately, not true!)

I am the woman whom if you have lost in a store, the first place to look is the purse/luggage section. I am obsessed with bags. My mother is obsessed with bags. Don’t deny it, Mom. I have all sorts of happy childhood memories of sifting through all your bags and purses. This obsession of mine started young.

I went to purse heaven (aka a purse party) last Saturday and miraculously came back empty-handed. I just didn’t fall in love with any of them. I have to really love a purse to drop 40 plus bucks on it, and even then I’m not the kind who commits to a purse once they have it. I get bored of my purses so I like to rotate every couple of months. My sister and I actually did a total purse swap awhile back so that we could feel like we had all new purses (she shares my obsession). But now I’m bored of all her purses and she hasn’t bought anymore because she went and found one she really loves and can commit to. She found her Keeper. I haven’t found my Keeper but I also haven’t been looking. I don’t know if I’m ready for a Keeper. I am however ready for a new purse. Just gotta get out there and start shopping!

That need for routine feeling went away pretty quickly. I’m sure it will come back at some point. It always does.

All I want to do right now is go outside and play! Yesterday it rained here in Michigan (at least in my part) but before the rain came I was outside for a few brief but glorious moments and the air smelled like heaven. That scent that assures you that spring is coming, and with it warmth. I am usually a winter girl, I love the cold weather and all that fall and winter bring. But dang it, there’s a point where it gets kind of old! Oh and I’ve been dying to bring out my capris and burkies again.

Ever since I started taking my prenatal vitamins like a good girl, I’ve noticed things grow a lot faster than usual. My nails are nice and long and I’m in dire need of a haircut. And also my eyebrows are quickly growing out of control. Seriously, I don’t think I can keep up with such a frequent need for tweezing.

I’m not dead yet! I’m getting better!

Just a little Monty Python humor to illustrate how I’ve been feeling. It’s tax season and I’m finishing up another Financial Peace University class and well we’ve just had a lot going on lately. I live for self-disclosure and that’s why I blog, so not blogging has me feeling a little out of sorts. Okay, living for self-disclosure sounds a little dramatic. Let’s just say I am like an open book, so when the book is closed I just start itching on the inside. It’s hard to describe.

I’m so sorry, but that’s all I have to give today. It’s rather pathetic but I’m sure you’ll get over it and forgive me eventually

Man oh man, I’ve been so mentally exhausted these days and my blog has suffered. And not just the blog, I probably haven’t posted a Facebook status in two weeks! It’s unforgiveable on some planet, I’m sure.

Not to worry - tax season is almost over and baseball season is in the beginning stages and I’m looking to April to bring back a sense of normalcy (well, my warped sense of normal at least). Oh, the fun we’ll have! This Michigan girl is ready for spring!

Oh, and I guess today is St. Patrick’s Day because everyone is wearing green, so… Happy St. Patty’s Day! (And Happy Tuesday, I love Tuesday)