What I've Learned So Far

This is what I wanted to write at the  end of March, but better late than never:
What I've learned:
1. I shop when I'm stressed.
2. I shop for a feeling of control.
3. Knowing that, it's still kinda fun.
4. Stopping Coke for four weeks did not help me lose weight.
5. Nothing tastes like the real thing. I had my first Mexican Coke today. Yum.

6. Not shopping has helped me reassess my overall shopping. I really am much more aware.
7. I still love Bar method.
8. I do like spending on creative habits- flea markets, making jewelry, accessories. It feels like dprivation when I don't, but using up my stash has been good.
9. I need help with the weight loss.
10. I need help with the riding fear, because I deep down, I love riding and I love Hadley.
11. I really love blogging. Thank you for reading and commenting. It keeps me from watching Law& Order all day.
12. I love my friends. Especially when Almond Roca tells me which vacuum cleaner to buy.

13. Thinking about booking a facial, massage and pedicure is almost as satisfying as getting them.
14. Good haircuts last a long time.
15. I love lip gloss.
16. Giving up cleaning ladies may not be such a good sacrifice, but maybe an actual vacuum cleaner will change my mind. But I really love them more when they are here.
17. Solo driving on road trips are tough, but the memories with Papoose are worth it.
18. Getting dressed up really makes a difference in my attitude. See #15
19. I need regular periods of rest.
20. If people on Criminal Minds just had home alarms, the FBI would have a lot fewer unsubs to catch.

Momma Ain't Happy

Today I was reading another blog, and she said,"A happy refreshed home has a happy refreshed mother." Really a nicer way of saying: If Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. 

Then I noticed I haven't written since March! It's mid April. 

As you all know, I love to place blame squarely where it belongs (rarely on me) and it belongs on (no, not you, Hubs) work. Oh yeah, there's a reason it's called work, not pleasure. Actually, I like the work itself, a lot. It challenges me, constantly, which I mostly like. I mean having a quadruple boarded boss? I take it in stride.We work at the same place after all. But yesterday, the super genius guy who manages the ventilated patients also worked in Africa and rode on the Serengeti and has done five Ironmans? Really? A jock and a genius? Bro further annoyed me by saying he found it inspiring and yeah, I'm supposed to know about ventilator settings. Never mind he's tripled boarded and does kung fu and in four months of exercising lost lots of fat and became skinny, while I have stayed the EXACT same weight and gotten Achilles tendonitis for my trouble. 

Yeah, Momma ain't happy. 

And I haven't even told you why I don't like work. I actually don't mind the commute since rediscovering audiobooks, even if I missed my exit yesterday. I like getting dressed up. I like interacting with people. I love running meetings.

I just hate chaos and disorganization. I also hate not having the cleaning lady every week. I hate not having a vacuum cleaner and I'm finding stressful buying a new one: upright or canister? One for upstairs, one for downstairs or just one to haul back and forth? Bagged or bagless? I mean I hate cleaning out the bagless ones, I hate keeping track of the bag reordering. Special pet hair one? Do I trust Mr. Dyson because he has a British accent? Or Mr. Oreck, cause he's American?

Mamma's taking a break today- she's hiring a nutritionist and scheduling a massage and maybe getting a pedicure. Yeah, that might make Mamma happy.

Coming up next: Adventures As American Girl