WORDED Wednesday

Welcome to my own edition of Worded Wednesday. I am not so good on the wordless thing. Whatever, it's my blog. I will do it how I want to. :-)

I just like this little picture. It cracks me up.



My poor little baby who was sooo sleepy yesterday morning after coming in the room and telling me she fell outta the bed. (Plz ignore the bruise on her leg. I did not beat her there this time. She is 4 and she has random bruises.)



What can I say, the kid loves her food.



Not a great quality picture, but I totally busted blood vessels on the outside of my thumb when I was putting my bed together (all by meself, I might add) that first night. It hurt to text. And to unpack. And to do anything the whole next day.



Where the Wild Things Are bento box. How awesome is that? Someone posted it on Twitter and I don't even remember who or where I got it from. I am so horrible. I apologize.

SO much better

YAY!!! I got some sleep. I feel soo much better. After a few too many nights of staying up past midnight for various reasons and still getting up at the booty crack of dawn, I finally crashed last night. It had to be done. I went to bed at 9. Got to sleep around 10. I was awoken by the phone at 11, but only briefly. Awoken again by Mother Nature around 3 or 4, thought I was going to be awake till the morning, but then was asleep w/in 20 minuites. Then I totally slept till after 7am. Oops. Oh well, I apparently needed it.

As did Lorelli. She came in this morning at 5:45 and said, "Mommy, I fell out of my bed. I was sleeping just on the floor. I didn't had no blanklets (isn't that the cutest thing ever) or anything." Poor little thing. I let her crawl up in the bed with me and we slept straight through 2 alarms until 7:15. Which conincidentally, is the time that we are supposed to be leaving the house. OOPS!

Okie dokie. I am outta here. Talk to you guys later!

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not fail to pack anything last week for the move this weekend. I did not refuse to do this because all my stuff was still in storage and I didn't feel it necessary to pack up somebody else's stuff.

I have not stayed up way too late the last FIVE NIGHTS. I am a grown woman. I do not need a minimum of 7 hours of sleep a night. I do not normally go to bed around 10 pm. I was not on the phone until 1230 two nights this week. I was not up making Halloween cake balls for a lunch party two nights this week. I have not gotten only 5 hours of sleep for the last several nights. And I am NOT. SO. EFFING. TIRED. TODAY!!!!!

We did not try and move a bunch of stuff into the new apartment on Friday evening, to no avail because the previous tenants had not yet vacated. And when I say previous tenants I do not mean cockroaches. They are not one of the most disgusting things on the planet. I did not shudder when I saw them. I also did not go to the Devil Store immediately to purchase foggers and bug spray (and ginger ale) to get rid of the nasty little BUGgers. And then I did not have to get up in the morning on Saturday and head over to an apt that I had ASSumed (my bad my bad) would be clean enough for me to at least move my shyte into.

I did not decide to leave one of my child's whole big bags of toys in the storage room because she has waaaaaay too many toys in her room right now as it is because we are combining her stuff from two houses.

I did not let my child stay the night with the babysitters so that they could take her trick or treating while I was getting everything together to move (and apparently kill bugs) and she did not tell me that she didn't get that much candy because she was scared of "the costume monsters."

I did not waste 2 or more hours online when I should have been organizing the kitchen. And I did not take pictures of my totally disorganized and box filled apartment and post them on FB proclaiming how much I needed to get off the internet and unpack. And I did not continue to play online and play bejeweled. And I did not make ask nicely of Lorelli to please take all Mommy's shoes from the living room into her bedroom for her (while I was not posting said pictures). This did not take the better part of an hour because I did not have 13 pairs of shoes in the living room floor.

And...I did not "dance like a dervish" in the middle of my spacious bedroom floor last night at midnight just because I had my own room and I had finished unpacking my bathroom. :-)

And last...I have most definitely not had trouble sleeping in my very own bed. In my very own room. All by myself. It has not been 7+ years since I have not shared my room with SOME loved one.

LATERS!!!

Halloween

Just a real quick update here.

Tomorrow is Halloween. Most of you are WAY more into Halloween than I am. I didn't DO Halloween that often as a child. I was all UBER religious in middle school and when we lived the city when I was younger there was the whole "blonde haired blue eyed children beware" scare going on, of which all three of us children were. But I did participate a little bit this year.

We had what was supposed to be a Halloween thing at work. Lunch was supposed to be provided and we (ladies or the permanent team) were supposed to make desserts. That didn't all happen as planned. But I/we did make our desserts. I made my cake balls. So yummy and sweet and cute. But I did not eat any of them. I am trying to be good with my change in eating. Here are some pictures of my cute little things, though.

AND Lorelli got to dress up. Her babysitters bought her costume for her AGAIN this year. As they have every year. They are the most awesome people in the whole world, I think. I am sooooo blessed to have them in my life. She is "Spider-Man-Girl" and I am jealous because they bought her THE. MOST. AWESOME. SHOES. EVER!!!! Here she is in all her glory. The first one she is "webbing me" (just for you NAN!!!).

I might have lied. But I didn't mean to. And I will try not to do it again.

So, apparently when I said I was back. I didn't mean it. I thought I did. I meant to mean it. But, I lacked follow through. That sucks.

I have been so busy getting ready to move this weekend. We (Me, Lorelli, and her daddy - in case you were wondering) are moving into a BIG 3 bedroom apartment. I am soooo excited about this. And he is bestowing upon me the privilege of the master bedroom. Which I am definitely excited to receive. It has a closet the width of the bedroom (Which is 10 ft wide, in case you were wondering that, too) with three sliding doors. I get to go get my clothes out of storage. This excites me for TWO main reasons. I. MISS. MY. CLOTHES.

ANNNNNNNDDD...I get to get the jeans and pants out that have been in a different closet until now because I was too big for them. YIPPEE!!!! I still have a ways to go, yes I know. But I get to put on smaller pants. That will not REQUIRE a belt to hold them up as my pants do now. Becasuse they are all too big. Because I have lost 23 pounds.

Lorelli is excited about moving and getting "my own space for my own stuff and my own bed for me to sleep in my own room all by myself!" She is very good with the use of MY. I hope she is not getting Mine-itis. heheheh I am ready to get all of her junk out of the living room and back {somewhat} contained in her room. I am ready for her to sleep in her own room as opposed to in her own bed less than 3 feet from my bed. I love hearing her breathe, but I am such a light sleeper that every time she rolls around in her little toddler bed I wake up and check on her. Not that I won't be waking up and checking on my child, I just prefer not to do it every 45 minutes. All night. Every night. :-)

The boyfriend seems to be putting out more effort, lately. It has been nice this last week and a half. I have tried to keep my raging BC pill induced hormones in check. And he has called more and talked more. We haven't had much of a chance to see each other, with the aforementioned getting ready to move going on. But we have talked every day. More than 5 or 10 minutes. Actual conversations beyond, "Hey whats up? How was your day? Mine sucked. Have a good night. Talk to you tomorrow." We have chatted. We have laughed. We have complained. We have listened. Its a big step. On both our parts. I read an awesome post from MckMama the other day that made me think. I realize I am not married. Nor do I know if I ever will be. But romantic relationships of allll kinds at every different stage have problems. Always will. What determines whether or not we make it to that FOREVER stage is how we deal with these problems. Kinda gave me a new light. Not just the article, but also talking with a few awesome friends, both IRL and bloggy.

Tonight I will be finishing up my cake balls for tomorrow's work Halloween party. I am making spiders and pumpkins and perhaps eyeballs. They are obvoiusly Halloween themed. :-) Made the cake and mixed them and balled them last night. Tonight I move on to the dipping and decorating. ARGH! It is a task, that is for sure. I have about 100 balls to dip in melted candies of different colors. Then, my first use of edible ink markers. Can I tell you just HOW excited I am to use these. Bakerella uses them. And I shop at her favorite store all the time. And now I get to use these cool markers to decorate my eyeballs and pumpkins tonight.

Oh yeah, speaking of Halloween, Lorelli is going to be "Spider-man Girl" for Halloween. I will definitely take and post pictures. I don't do Halloween at all. I am baking for work because I am apparently the resident baker. Her daddy and her babysitters do the Halloween-y, costume-y, trick-or-treat-y things for her and with her. I am not a fan. But, whatever.

Gotta get back to being busy. Breaktime is over. Have a great Thursday!!!