Showing posts with label Just threw some random junk together. Show all posts
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Friday, August 28, 2009

Let's Just Get It Over With

Okay, so I honestly thought that Blogger would have totally thrown out my blog by now and slapped a big fat header across the top, something along the lines of "Abandoned" or "Neglected" or "This Blogger Is Lazy As All Get Out". But to my pleasant surprise, good ol' Moddy is still hanging around, and while she may be hangin' on by a thread, the fact is, she's still hanging.
Kinda feels weird to be blogging right now... it's been way too long. And you would think that I would have tons to say, but I seriously do not. I mean dang, have I become a woman of few words?! That would be a first. And if so, I don't remember signing up for it! I can't even promise that I won't pause mid-post to go and finish watching Toot and Puddle on Noggin with Kate. Actually, I wouldn't have to 'go' anywhere, because we're both curled up in the recliner as we speak. (Now if it was Yo Gabba Gabba I'd be hiding behind the couch sucking my thumb because that show completely freaks me out....about as much as Lady Gaga, but that's another post in itself.) Now where was I? Oh, there I was... It's 5:15 pm on Friday and she came to me 5 minutes ago already wanting to put on her pj's. Now there's a girl after my own heart. Come 5 o'clock Friday, this lil' mama is ready for her pj's, too! But mine aren't nearly as cute as hers. Come to think of it, I've slept in the same old tank top for four out of five days this week. And the only reason I gave it a rest is because it started getting stretched out around the arm holes and let's face it, that look doesn't flatter anyone. It's all very sexy. Pshhh. Poor M to the Izz-A.
Note to self: Dadgum it Hollie, work on your sleep attire for goodness sake.

And for those of you that don't see Kate on a regular basis, I really think you're gonna be amazed at how much she's grown. I know, I know, it's only been two or three weeks, but I think she hit a growth spurt of sorts. But for those of you who are friends with me on Facebook, this post will be pretty anti-climactic for you, because I posted these on there a couple of days ago.
See for yourselves...
I told her that we were going to the store and I turned around to wash my hands and grab a Diet Coke and heard, "My Ready!" She had dressed herself, complete with super-hard plastic heels and her flower purse. The best part, I let her wear it. I pick my battles. You could hear her coming down the produce aisle from miles away.


Dancin' in her new kicks. That's my girl.
Hope you all have a great weekend.
Ahh, this felt good, to finally muster up a post.
One monkey off my back.
Now what about the ones in my head?!