A dear friend sent me something in the mail today. A new magnet! It very much made my day.

 

Husband is some kind of milk fanatic and guzzles more of it than anyone else in the house. We’ve been keeping a lot of it on hand since TWO went off formula. I like to give the kids Horizon milk because it is a lot better for them, but it’s expensive and watching Husband pour a huge glass of it to make chocolate milk just because he has a sweet tooth kind of chaps my hide.

Yesterday morning we had just a little milk left in the house and I caught him red-handed about to drink it from the jug.

I have solved this problem.

My friends have all joined My Fitness Pal. I actually joined many months ago, after TWO was born and I hit a weight-loss plateau. Tracking my food intake was semi helpful to me and I lost about 29 pounds, but now I’m at another plateau and I need to bust through it.

I’ve been saying that for like 6 months.

So, I succumbed to the peer pressure and got back on the MFP wagon and immediately remembered why I fell off in the first place. This is what tracking my food intake does to me.

That is one half of a can of Pringles potato chips. The other half is in my belly. Being under the stress of a specified calorie allowance makes me do this. I think it must be psychological.

Maybe you’re wondering what I’m doing with a can of Pringles in the first place, if I am trying to lose weight. Well, I got mad at my Husband this morning and I took them and then ate them out of spite. Then I got mad thinking about what My Fitness Pal, who is not actually my pal, would have to say about that. So I ate more of them.

The only choices I have as a rebellious dieter are to not diet at all, or figure out a way to diet that works for me. I better figure it out fast, because someone left an Oatmeal Creme Pie in the kitchen.

Husband and I have never once bought each other anniversary gifts. We’re pretty low-key … we normally go out to dinner, but this year we had grandiose plans of taking a weekend away to New Orleans. Because we NEED a weekend away, like, yesterday. But we have no money.

In fact, we’ve been hoarding cash in a gravy boat so we could purchase a new computer. Husband just finished setting it up this evening.

Me: Our anniversary is in like two weeks. 

Husband: (laughing)

Me: What are we going to do?

Husband: Make each other CRAFTS.

Me: (Googling) This website says the traditional gifts for the 7th year of marriage are copper and wool. 

Husband: I’m going to get you some steel wool. 

We are currently borrowing a refrigerator from my uncle, who got it from my grandmother. It has a large mark on the front where some careless painters got paint on it. I use this as an excuse to display all kinds of things, like this magnet my parents gave me recently …

This picture of Husband and ONE when he was tiny and needed help to toddle around …

And finally, the manifesto.

The author is one of my mother’s discoveries, researcher, author and speaker Brene Brown. Her name is supposed to have a little mark over the “e” on the end but I can’t figure out how to do it. She seems like an amazing woman. If you visit her website, you’ll see what I mean. I love her message of authenticity; I feel like I met someone who has researched and studied something I just now figured out – that to be yourself, truly, is the greatest gift you can give yourself and your family.

I downloaded this manifesto from her site because I loved the very end of it so much. It says, “I will not teach or love or show you anything perfectly, but I will let you see me, and I will always hold sacred the gift of seeing you.”

It gets me every time. Love this lady.

I started writing for Birmingham Mommy again! You can read my latest article here. All is right in the world. I finally got myself together. 

Not really. 

That was a lie.

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FINALLY!!

A celebrity that looks like a normal person.

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My friend Anna just sent me this and I can NOT stop laughing. Mostly because I tried Nutella for the first time earlier this week and it was life-changing. 

You could totally catch this white person in that trap.

Would you like to take a trip with me to the wonderful world of celebrity gossip? Of course you would! My latest Mamarazzi post can be found here!

TWO has learned a new word. Yesterday, he was tossing blocks into the air while saying “WHEEE!” Much like you would if you were on a rollercoaster.

I wondered to myself where he learned that, and then I realized I say “WHEEE!” an awful lot. Mostly while driving.