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*blows all the dust off of this thing*

Happy Valentine's Day 2017!

You know, I truly suck as a blogger. I told myself in 2017 I would at least write one post a MONTH... and well.. here we are in February and I am just now opening this thing. But.. I guess it's never too late to start.  Sometimes I wonder why I even pay for hosting *smh*... I look at my friends like Hilary who consistently blog.. and I am like.. boy.. I am the suckiest blogger ever.

So what have I been up to? Let's see... mothering is #1. My daughter celebrated her first birthday a couple of weeks ago. She went from a 1 lb preemie.... to an 18 lb laughing, giggle-bot who likes milk more than I could ever imagine. I am truly blessed.
(From the NICU to Now... Please visit: )

Secondly, I've been trying to get my health on track. After having the baby, blood pressure has been high and I want to ultimately get off of these pills. I bought a gym membership at my job and I try and go 5 days a week after work. My schedule is still nuts (going in w/ my husband who has to be at work at 6 is killing me softly). Am I losing weight? Eh.. it is too soon to tell but at least my doctor is happy with my overall numbers.

As for other goals, I am still trying to figure that out. As I inch closer to 40 (eek!), I still feel like I am not sure what I am doing. Technically, I am still a PhD student but I've lost the fire for obtaining it. I am off track. Since having the baby and the constant barrage of appointments, specialists, and lack of sleep, I haven't had time to ink out my proposal. To be honest, I've written more fiction than I have work on my dissertation. *sigh*. I am not sure what that's about. My job is a safe, boring bet....but I just don't know what my passions are anymore. These days, I am more obsessed with getting my house in order and organizing via Pinterest and Youtube gurus... that seems to bring me much joy. Writing is where my heart is... but I also need to put food on the table.

My personal style blows (I need to retool but in the meantime..visit my Instagram). I buy clothes and shoes I have no clue where or when I am going to wear them. HEck, I don't even know what size I am.  I am a mom. I live in my v-neck t-shirts, cardigans, leggings, booties and jeans. In the house, it is sweats and a tank. BORING.  I'm purging my closet and literally shaking my head at the total waste of clothing.... Hair is drab too. I am itching to cut it into one of those bad ass tapered natural cuts.. but.. my husband puts on fake tears every time I mention it.And then my daughter plays with it, and I too have second thoughts.

As for this blog, it needs retooling and refocusing (I say that each and every year). But, where do I begin? What would you all like to see? I can still talk about sex, mating and dating... I can go a more "spirtual" route. I don't think I can get deeply personal like I did before... but who knows.

I'm rambling...😐

So today is Valentine's Day. I've never made a big deal out of the day because I try and love and show love everyday. And my husband is REALLY good at the little things. I don't know how I got so lucky to get a guy who was already a graduate of Husband School... but he's awesome. In the almost 3 years married..... he never fails at the romance. But now that we have GoGo.... we don't even know what to do. Two years ago we saw Fifty Shades of Grey. Remember our epic review??? Well, we decided we would do it again this weekend.... and I'll record a review featuring HubbyDude.  Stay tuned for that.

In the meantime, love more. And love everyday. Love yourself most of all.

I am still learning that last part.


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