I ran four miles last night, because I rock. Sure, I can barely walk today, but we're overlooking that.
We are seriously considering buying a new house, which would mean shelling out a tremendous amount of cash and packing and moving with a toddler "helping" and trying to sell this house, which would mean chasing said toddler around with a mop for weeks. It's early stages yet, but is looking more and more like it might actually happen. Who wants to talk me out of it?
We taught Mia to say "cheeseburger" last night. Yes, we are vegetarian, and yes I got it on video. Stay tuned.
My friend Laura and I took our combined three girls to visit Mia's peacock yesterday, and Laura took this picture. Aren't the curls just too much? Couldn't you just lie down and die?
Oh yes, let's talk about me being a sell out whore. Do you hate the ads? Well tough, because I think they are staying. Well really, the google ads suck for me, but you have to hit a minimum before they pay you, so they are staying until I hit that minimum and then they are dead to me. The others though are just about keeping me in wine and ice cream, so I'm keeping them. And for those of you who are interested in helping, if you click here and sign up for Cafe Mom (which is mostly message boards and "journals" but is painless and they don't spam you) I get a kickback. So if you're interested in that sort of thing, go for it. Just to make it more fun (for me, at least), at the end of the month I'll tell you how much I made from that and you guys get to vote on how I should spend it. You could vote for "pretty new shoes for Beth" or "closing costs for the new house" or a "stripper-gram for Chris," or whatever. You don't have to sign up to vote, of course, but it won't be much fun to vote on if I only make 20 bucks from is. I mean, what kind of a stripper-gram can you get for 20 bucks? A very bad one, I assume.
Other new words from Mia: tortilla, picture, uterus, wine store, Target. And people wonder what we do all day.
If you ever get the brilliant idea to remove a sheet vinyl floor, stop. Don't do it. It would be easier to move. Or torch the house for insurance money and get caught and go to prison for 20 years. Guess what I get to do now?