Touche

I received an enlightening email from my sister today:

"The reason no one follows your blog is because you never update it. I decided I would start reading along with your life too...but it hasn't changed in 3 weeks!"

Must be nice to be able to keep friends and family and miscellaneous strangers updated on a daily/hourly/minute-by-minute basis AND work at home AND get $40K+ in ad revenue each month. (*sigh*)

In the meantime, I'll try to keep my 4.5 readers (75% growth rate...pretty good!) updated on a more regular basis than every few weeks. Please don't be offended!!

Cookie Monster

We spent Memorial Day weekend on the road...partly in Cleveland (pictures to come), and partly in Buffalo, with Gary's cousin and his family. We were not able to stay in either place long enough.

Nearly 3 years ago this sweet girl was the flower girl in our wedding. Now she is practically a young lady. While the boys played with the whiffle ball and super soakers, I spent a fascinating afternoon with Polly Pocket and friends. (What happened to Barbie dolls? I was dying for some shoes that were bigger than a pencil eraser!)

Lovely Laura

This tribute is a little belated in that a) it took place in May, and 2) Laura technically graduated 6 months ago. Congratulations, Laura! Welcome to the world of salaries, taxes, insurance, vacation time and going to bed before 10 o'clock. We are so glad to have you with us!

Sanibel

What a wonderful way to end my last days of "freedom..."

Are You My Mother?

It should be noted that I am TAN in this picture.

Too late...Too late...

I would like to take this opportunity to formally apologize to my 3.5 readers. They include: my husband, our friends Adam and Tara (usually I would count a couple as 1, but I know that A & T read my blog separately, and they both have their own blogs), and the half point includes all of the people who I know have been to my site at least once (and probably only once): my sister, my boss, my friend Kathleen who's husband gave me such a hard time about my organic milk, etc. They've probably only been once since it's been exactly TWO MONTHS since my last post. Which leads me into my apology...

I'm sorry. There's not really a great excuse for my lack of blogging. Here's what happened from my point of view:

Exactly one day after my last post, my computer crashed and I accepted a full-time job. Within the next week, my computer had to be sent away, I went on vacation for a week and I started my new job. And as usual, life has just been absolutely out of control. That's all I've got.

There is a part of me that thinks blogging is narcissistic anyway - that I would actually think that people would be interested in reading about ME. I can hear my mother-in-law's voice in my head, "I'm sorry - did I look like I cared?" Then there's the other part of me that thinks about how much I love reading other people's blogs...and that's what's keeping me from shutting this thing down. If nothing else, hopefully this will serve as a vehicle to update friends and family on life.

So here's to my 3.5 readers - even if that's all that ever visit.

It's been so long since I've posted, I've decided go Sartorialist style and do several posts in order to sum up all that has happened in the past few months...

That's What She Said

It's a general rule in my life that no matter how hard I try, I am almost consistently five minutes late for anything. Tonight was no exception.

I was racing to the gym, motivated to run only by the fact that I was going to watch The Office. I was already annoyed with myself that I was going to miss the first five minutes of the show, when in the span of the normally 7-8 minute drive there were TWO emergency vehicles, as well as a freight train. COME ON.

Three miles later I stepped off of the treadmill not only disappointed (AGAIN) with Michael and Co., but also reminded that I am once again one year older. Why does it matter when you enter your age into those little machines anyways? Do you burn calories at a different rate if you're in a certain age bracket?

Yes, it's true. Yesterday was my birthday. And while I had a mildly difficult and depressing workout tonight, yesterday was an absolutely fabulous day (as all birthdays should be).

Following a pedicure with my sister at Nail Envy, I came home to my husband cooking a steak dinner. It should be noted that the words "husband cooking" have never shown up in the same sentence in the duration of our marriage, other than eggs, toast and macaroni and cheese. He'll try to play it down if you ask him about it, but it truly was a fantastic meal. (The effort alone would have scored big points, but the meal really was delicious and very well thought out!)

(Note the Sparkling Grape Juice on the table...hmm...I'm pretty sure it was from Valentine's Day over a year ago...)

The kicker was the chocolate covered strawberries, bananas and oranges he HAND MADE for dessert. Does this man know me well or what??


You think that my night could have ended at this point on an all-time high, but check out my face in the picture below as I unwrapped my gift...


Wow. Didn't ask for it. Didn't expect it. I will reiterate, does this man know me well or what??