I am wanting...

For the record, here are a few things I want to say I want right now. Now, it will probably be easy to "pity" me when reading this post, but to tell you the truth, I like having things to want and look forward to. That being said, these better come true. Pronto!

1. Ummm, an actual working OVEN would be niice! (said in sarcastic tone)

In our current apt, this thing is nothing more than an oversized STOVE because the oven itself does not function properly. It's just too old and I don't trust cooking in it. I want to learn to make my own french macarons (lofty goal) but that wish ain't gonna come true with this hunk of junk. (Actually it's not completely useless right now because we just store our pans in there.. whoopie)

2. Walk in closet please! The bigger the better-- I don't care if the bedroom is tiny, just give me my closet space! I am so over the rolling door, one pole action. Although I was too lazy to draw in the contents of my current closet, it is literally overflowing with everything packed in and falling over each other. (90% of the items I never use, but still. I'm a hoarder)

3. A GARAGE on the GROUND floor.

Climbing a million flight of stairs to an outdoor separate carport? No thank you! Needing to add 10+ minutes to any commute or trip out? Enough! Carrying a 25+ lbs toddler with 25+ lbs of groceries up the stairs? So sick of it (arms dying). 

4. A Maltese puppy!

I always stalk this one pet store that sells the tiniest cutest dogs! It makes me convinced I want one, I NEED one every time! I mean, c'mon that face!! Too bad even just a few months older and hair grown out longer it loses its cuteness by 85% but that puppy stage is to die for.

There, I put it all out there.

(*I just realized our last apt had #1-3...we've regressed)

I am constipated

Since I'm constipated 90% of the time, one of my constant obsessions is poo. At this time I will rank/grade my preference of said subject matter. Please do not proceed if you are easily grossed out/offended or tend to be condescending. *Condescending people are the worst. 

A. The Gold Standard: Long, even, but not necessarily lean. Always best if they have a "clean" break, if you know what I mean. If you don't know what I mean, let me just say that it saves toilet paper. Should have those characteristic "pointed ends" for a clean break.

B. Loosey-Goosey: Not packed as nicely as the gold standard, but is one of the furthest types from constipation so ranked second best. The problem with this one is that it hardly ever comes with a clean break.

C. Clumpy/Bulbaceous: This type has been around a little too long so that its hardened a bit and folds over itself. This is one step away from the worst of them, but isn't too bad because it usually comes with a clean break and doesn't involve a stomachache.

D. Diarrhea: Most people hate this, but I love it. I like how it feels like a mini-cleanse as it flushes the system out. I'll take diarrhea over constipation any day. In fact, I would actually rank this much higher, maybe 2nd best except for the fact that it's just not healthy and is usually associated with some problem.

F. Rabbit Pellets: Now these are the absolute worst. After straining and moaning and groaning, creating hemorrhoids in the process, you are rewarded with a tiny bead. Ugh. Constipation is in full swing and you depart the porcelain throne in the sourest of moods.

I am obsessive

I have an obsessive personality. I am obsessed with being obsessed. One of my current obsessions is trying to find interesting blogs-- the best are the funny ones, but the ones that are super revealing are great too. By super revealing I mean those blogs that get very in-depth and personal into people's lives and have lots of pictures. It sometimes makes me feel like a creepy stalker, but since I'm a small, relatively sane, and well-educated girl with a family of my own, I'm pretty sure not many would find me threatening.

How did this obsession begin you ask? Well it all started when I got pregnant and began scouring the world wide web for pregnancy blogs to see what other people went through during their pregnancies and compare their belly shot photos. Then after giving birth the only thing I was really capable of for a while was breathing, eating, (not sleeping), and going on the internet.

Anyway reading these blogs always inspires me to start my own. I actually did start one that was super revealing but then got freaked out and privatized the site, inviting only my best friend to read it.

So now I decided to make a random blog for the world's viewing pleasure (I can't say funny because that's too much pressure. (I rhymed)). It won't be anything new or revolutionary. Everything will probably have been said or done before, but oh well. No one's forcing anyone to read it!