You're Only As Old As You Think You Are...

I like to think I'm a pretty smart person...or at least not dumb. Well, the other day I was forced to the conclusion that this may not be entirely true. See, the thing is for the past few months (well, since my birthday) I have been thinking I'm 28. Even though the math is pretty damn easy to do, I've been messing it up since October. Do other people do this? Or have I just started slipping down a slippery slope toward senility?

I am one year closer to 30 than I thought I was. This isn't a major issue really, I'm not a person who focuses on age milestones as being a big deal. But, 30 seems like an age where I have to start being a grown up, become more responsible and less of a goof off. It's a time when I should start to choose the path toward growth and enlightenment over the one that leads to immaturity and foolishness. I'm a lot better at being a fool than being enlightened. It also means I need to eat more veggies.

Having one less year before this deadline worries me. There are a lot of stupid things a twenty-something is supposed to do that I just haven't done yet.

I guess I had better get started on making up for lost time...The only question is where do I start?

The Post In Which I Whine and Complain and Stress

The funny thing about life is that it changes all the freaking time.  We can either go along with those changes willingly or get dragged along by our ankles with our heads bobbing along in the dirt.  I haven’t decided which one I’m best at.  I have decided that it cannot be avoided.

We are planning some BIG changes soon, like HUGE, life-changing changes.  It’s scary and it’s different, it’s unknown and all of that stresses me out.  We’ve decided to relocate our lives to Texas, to be closer to family and better employment opportunities for both Justin and myself.  We aren’t just moving, no, that implies we are just going around the block.  We are transporting our lives over 2000 miles to the unknown. 

We aren’t moving tomorrow, or next month, we’ve got a few months to get organized, get prepared and packed.  But there are so many unknowns to along the way that I’m feeling unsure about it all.  It’s almost too late to turn back, as did Columbus, we are burning our ships, so that we are highly motivated to succeed in this process.

So today, I am openly admitting it freaks me out a little a lot to contemplate leaving our jobs, our home, our friends, all that is safe and secure.  I’ll try not to let the freak out go on too long, that would really suck.

I'm going to irritate you and make you jealous all at the same time!

First off, I like to have a cutesy image for my posts, it’s a quirky habit of mine.  So, to that end I searched for images of potty training, and this is was one of the first offerings:

I think that pretty much says it all for most parents.  It’s generally a battle of wills between parent and child, a major headache really.  Rarely is it easy and uncomplicated and everyone else has an opinion on when you should start, namely daycares and preschools.  It’s a challenge that is often put off because it is difficult and won’t happen until a child is ready, even if that means waiting longer than a parent might want.

Now, all those negatives being thrown out there, I am thrilled to reveal  that my 25 month hold is potty trained!  Yeah!  We are still working on night time, but I think that’s a long way off.  However, during the day he stays dry and hasn’t had an accident in quite a while.  For us it was pretty easy, he was excited to start learning, and we took it slow.  We started in late July, with a few steps backwards when he returned to daycare in September.  However, when we transitioned him to his new daycare everything seemed to be much easier for him there.  There have been stickers and treats and bribes, and it has all worked.

Please don’t hate :)

Wordless Wednesday-Climbing Mountains

Summer, please come back, I still miss you!

Random Tuesday Thoughts, And They Are Oh So Random

I now have an espresso machine, and I love it, the frothy milk is awesome. I make a damn fine mocha, it if I do say so myself. It's good, better than Starbucks and a whole lot cheaper. But I miss those little plastic cups with the green logo on the side and the green straw. I think I need therapy.

Today I return to work after over a week of glorious time off. Let's just say I live for the day I am independently wealthy and leave it at that...maybe I can squeeze some money out of this blog. HAHAHA! I know, I crack myself up too.

I check my Facebook constantly, I use Tweet Deck, and when I haven't seen any status updates for a while, I figure it must be broken. I will refresh the actual FB page a dozen times before consenting that maybe my friends have lives they are leading. The nerve!

This is the obligatory kid mention. Tysen has decided he no longer likes to sleep at bedtime. Instead he will sing songs, play with his blankets or the basketball he has decided to sleep with. Needless to say this makes mommy very unhappy. It's become a struggle to get him to sleep when he is supposed to.

Did you watch the Fiesta Bowl last night? I did, LOVED it! Granted I was cheering for Boise State, so my enjoyment was greater than a TCU fans might have been. I love Bowl Season, even when my beloved Huskies haven't made it to a bowl game in many long years. What am I going to do when football is over. The NFL playoffs are starting, which means I haven't got much time left to enjoy Sunday football. I'm already a little sad.

Yesterday was the first time I've lugged myself out for a run in 2 weeks, it was rough. Who woulda thunked that I could have gotten so out of shape in such a short amount of time. I even had trouble lacing my running shoes, it was ugly!

Comments are being eaten again, not sure how to fix it. A few weeks ago I started Intense Debate, but it doesn't seem to have solved the problem. Guess I'll go back to the old standard and hope that the problem simply goes away. I like to stick my head in the sand when it comes to problem solving. So, that being said, they have sort of been turned of for this post due to the fact that they simply aren't working. If you are just dying to comment, you can visit me at my Facebook Networked Blogs page.

What I Did Not Do During My Winter Vacation

Today The Vacation comes to an end, the Hubs goes back the daily grind of teaching, little man goes back to daycare and I attempt to mentally prepare myself to return to work as well.  My vacation from work was nice and relaxing, we didn’t leave town, didn’t really have a reason to.  Just a lot of great quality time with the family.

You might have noticed the one thing I did not do during my vacation, and in the few days leading up to it.  No blogging, no cutesy little updates about me and the world that I inhabit.  Though I did think about it, a lot.  I’m going through a mid-blog crises.  I’m sort of at a loss regarding what I want to write about, how I want to write it, when I want to write it, even where I want to write it.  It’s sort of everything and nothing all at the same time. 

It’s a lot like buying a new car.  The first few days you love everything about it because it’s new and it’s yours.  After a couple weeks though, you start questioning the car and all of the features: should have gotten the beige interior instead of the black, spent the extra money for the sun roof, gotten the sedan and not the hatchback.  Maybe an SUV would have been a better choice.

Right now, I’m tired of the way my blog looks, where it’s being hosted and even what it is called.  I can’t really change much other than the layout right now, though I’m not sure I want to spend all that time.  And I could change my name and thus the address, but really, would the 3 peeps that I have reading right now really follow me somewhere new? 

I will figure it out, soon I hope.  And in the meantime, I’ll keep toiling away, posting whatever crazy or trivial thought pops into my brain…maybe I’ll give it a little more thought than that, but who knows.  I’m not sure I’ve given enough thought to this whole thing to begin with.