Confessions

Don't ask me why I feel the need to confess these things to the blogosphere. I just do. (Is it lame that I just used the term 'blogosphere'?)

During my conference period, I turn on my favorite song of the moment and listen to it on repeat. All. Period. Long. And most of the time I sing along pretty loud. Right now the song I am loving is Taylor Swift- Ours. I actually get pissed when the bell rings at the end of the period because it means I have to stop my jam session.

I just recently discovered that there is a way to check how many times your blog post has been viewed. This is bad news. I noticed that a few of mine have had a lot less views than others. First of all, my feelings are hurt. Why the heck don't all my friends and family want to read every single post I write?! Obviously they are all important and worthy of wasting your time throughout the day. Second of all, I now obsess over those posts and try to decide why the title wasn't enticing enough to make somebody want to read it. Finally, I like to go back to the posts that had the highest number of views and re-read them to decide what made them popular. I feel like I am back in middle school and desperately trying to figure out the magic combination to make me the popular kid. *sigh* I never did figure that out....oh well, I'm over it.

Since becoming addicted to Pinterest, I have gained back a few pounds of my baby weight. Well really, can I still call it baby weight if I gained it back after the baby was born? I mean, if I hadn't had the baby, I wouldn't look like this, but I would probably look better by now if it weren't for these recipes...but I digress....Point is, I see all these amazing pictures of food (because, as I have said before, it is all the rage to start a blog and then take professional photos of your food and all the ingredients that went into it) and I can't help but drool. Most of the time I get all excited about a recipe and tell everybody I am going to make it but then I get lazy. However, lately I have actually been trying stuff. This weekend I made cake batter cookies and cake batter blondies. Tonight we are having Mexican stuffed shells! Oh and for those that care (or remember) the pulled pork I talked about last week was a hit!

I get excited when my DVR tapes a new Barney episode. That's all I will say about that. Oh and it can't be one of the newer episodes where they tried to make Barney and his friends be trendy and hip. It has to be a middle of the series episode. After they worked out the kinks and before they were trying too hard.

At night, when I sing to Matthew, I try to pretend I am back in my singing glory days (i.e. middle school) and imagine myself getting picked for a solo. And then I sing my little heart out in his nursery. On that note, I have noticed that when I sing to him, he stays awake a lot longer...as soon as I stop, he relaxes and falls asleep. Guess he doesn't remember my glory days as fondly as I do.

For pretty much the past 2 1/2 years, I have been pregnant or nursing. And since I have a jacked up uterus that contracts too much when I am pregnant (often due to dehydration), I have to spend 9 months drinking so much water that my bladder hurts right now just thinking about it.  And obviously while you are nursing you have to drink a ton of water to keep your supply up. Well now, I am neither pregnant nor nursing. And let me confess, that there have been a few days where all I have had to drink is Coke Zero. If I never drink another glass of water in my life, I wouldn't mind. I hate water and I love soda. The end.

Okay, I think that's it. I feel better now :)