Day 88


Today was a bad day. It's only Tuesday. The week is moving too slowly for my taste. I don't even feel like writing another sentence. And I'm still sick....I guess you can just call me Mrs. Pessimist. 

Day 87


Somehow, I've done it. I've got myself stuck inside of a stupid Monday. I cannot tell what is bigger: my list of chores or my headache. I've become Cinderella - especially because I keep losing my shoes. Maybe I should just throw a dance party and buy myself a new pair of shoes....then at least it would make this Cinderella stuck in a Monday thing I'm going through a little more fun....right?

Day 86

For the next few days, I'll try to sum things up in 5 sentences or less. This is because I'm already trying to spend less time with the internet. It is also because I like to mix things up - oh no I only have two sentences left!

Today, I ate a handful of cashews. There was so much salt, I thought I was eating sand.

Day 85!


I think in 15 days or so, I may take a little break from the internet.


I've pretty much stopped watching t.v. altogether, except for watching some Game of Thrones episodes once in a while, which I really like. When that season is over, though...I really don't think I'll be watching anything. Unless Mad Men comes on Netflix, then I'll watch those of course. But other than that...nothing. Nothing, I say!


Anyway....I almost never use my phone. I have become really bad at remembering it exists. I just do not use it much at all. I think I'm just leaning toward disconnecting myself for a while.


Do you ever feel like that? I feel like technology is everywhere and I just need to step away from it for a little bit. It gives me a headache just thinking about it. 


I've got some home improvement projects we're about to work on now that the weather is getting nicer....and after my week of caring for sick people and being a sick person is winding down, I'd like to get back on the treadmill...or run outside when I can. And of course take Corinne on walks outside.


I even think for my novel writing I might just use a notebook for a while. It helps me to write in different places, it might actually help me to write without using a computer. 


So basically...in short....you probably won't see me on the internet for a bit after my 100 days of blogging are finished.


It's not you, internet. It's me. It is totally me. I need to just...be.


Be a mom and wife.
Be health conscious.
Be a writer.


None of those things involve the internet...so why should I involve the internet? 


It is strange how using the internet every day to connect with everyone and write has caused me to want just the opposite.


I suppose it is human nature to want what you do not have.


I will totally keep up with my blog here for the next 15 or so days, until I'm at 100 days, of course.


But after that...I am just saying....you probably won't see me blogging every day. I've got some things to be. I've got to get busy doing and do less talking about it for a while. Who knows...maybe in a few months I'll have some stories to tell. Maybe I'll be able to say I'm officially done with my novel....maybe I'll be able to say I've lost some weight and done some cool things with the house. I just want to actually work on those things. 


I am glad to blog for 85 days, and happy to go to all 100...but I'm looking forward to my next project: doing more, and talking about it less. I've got to get this novel finished...and, now that I know I can make time for writing every night...I'm going to make all of that writing time novel-oriented, and not just some of it. I'm going to get some things done.


 At least....for a little while.

Day 84


I am still sick. I had to leave work today after an hour of being there.


Fever, gross, gross and gross. This week has just not been fun.


And now it is the weekend, and, I'm looking at a calendar with a lot of cancelled plans. I should really start using pencils more. It looks like some kid colored on this thing with three different pens. Anyway... I hope we can at least make it to church on Sunday. I want to go back to that sister act place so bad. 


Side Note: Corinne is a thinker! She has figured out how one of her books plays music, and she opens it up all the time to hear it. She is also a music lover. As soon as she is old enough, I plan on enrolling her in a dance class. She dances all the time. Just had to mention this. She is dancing right now! This is what reminded me.


OK. Back to wallowing in sickness.

Day 83


Ugh.


That is all I have to say for today.

Day 82


The skies are dark today.  
Literally.
Don't you hate it when people say "literally" when they really mean "figuratively"?  Like when they run one mile and say they "literally ran a million miles".  I Just want to say to them, "you did not run a million miles, you bub, but you are literally the biggest idiot I've ever known".  Instead, what I do say is "Oh, that's really nice.  You must be really in shape.  I am very jealous of your abilities."


I have to tell you that right now Steve is typing this to you but I am dictating it.  I'm still writing it because if Stephen Hawking can do all of his magic by blowing into a tube I can still do my blog magic without my hands today. I do not feel well.  I feel like if I were to look at the computer screen I would not be able to type anything because I would be too busy throwing up into my hands.  I hope that is not too much information.  I hope your are not offended by the Stephen Hawking thing.  I like that guy, but I don't really like that he cheated on his wife.  That's beside all this. 


 Now another thing.  For some reason, for the past two months, I've had this song stuck in my head, which I guess kind of goes with what I was saying about Stephen Hawking:

Get it?  Because she is asking if her man is serious.  Anyway, my throat's really kind of hurting so I should probably go, but thank you Steve for writing out this thing today.


(Steve's side note:  I should probably mention right now that Katie is in bed in a quasi-state of delirium.  She's insisted that I publish this blog post as-is, but I'm sure she will recant most of it once she's regained her mental faculties.  I'd also like to apologize to Stephen Hawking.)

Day 81


My dishwasher sounds like it's about to eat me.


My dog doesn't seem too worried about it.


If my dishwasher did eat me, my dog would probably try to make friends with it. That is how lovable my dog is.


Anyway.


The baby is asleep.


The dishes are hitting the ceiling.


I really should finish cleaning up - -


note: should invest in helmets.

Day 80

I want to learn to sew on a sewing machine.

I want to make this for Corinne - I saw it on pinterest:













                  

I also want to make dresses out of clothes that don't fit me the right way anymore. 

That would be fantastic. 

So - 

I'm starting to feel dizzy with all of the things I want to do

-be a supermom to a superbaby

-write an amazing novel

-learn to sew

- run, run, run

-home improvements

-visit my peeps every once in a while 

-help Stevie with all of his awesome charitable ideas

I really do want a lot...but I don't necessarily think that is a bad thing.

Sometimes I think about Sparta v Athens...the people who worked out all the time and the people who studied all the time. I think Americans are supposed to be both of those. Smart and strong. They're supposed to be everything - or at least they feel that way a lot. And then in trying to be everything we all get spun up and caught up and all of a sudden you're running on a treadmill watching some muted footage of butts getting smaller on t.v. and thinking, "My God, look at all those shrinking butts on T.V." and then you lose track of your train of thought because of all those butts.

That just happened to me the other day.

Anyway- I can't speak for all of America...it's just the way it feels to me. So I think what I'll do is just try not to feel so overwhelmed all the time. Just do my thing....and dream my dreams during my busy day and then maybe some of them will come true. Maybe all of them will come true. I feel like if you're throwing a bunch of balls in the air, you have a higher chance of catching one than if you didn't do anything at all.


You never know. I just hope that butt show isn't on when I go back to the gym - it was disturbing to me.