My Apologies

Obviously my life of a blogger is haphazard in its entries, which plays to the fact that I am a procrastinator. The blog in my head is full of entries that would make your sides ache, your eyes widen and your mind excited. But alas, the procrastinator in me has set up camp with no intent to leave - a renter in the rent controlled apartment of my brain. But enough about my inner turmoil, and let me catch you up on all the joy that has occurred in my life, it should be short given my boring parental (but extremely happy) life of the moment.

1. Weight Watchers Works. I have lost 14 pounds on the Weight Watchers plan, which is great considering on weekends I eat whatever the hell I want. I feel like a prisoner given a conjugal visit, except my romp is with the heavenly bliss that is pizza, ice cream and more importantly beer which leads me to another milestone.

2. Hello Beer, My Old Friend. After a 7 plus hour drive home from the cabin (pictured above), I had an itch. And this itch had only one cure, booze. So, after almost 8 months of leading a somewhat sober life save the occasional glass of wine or bottle of beer, I dived wholeheartedly into a pool of Heineken (of course this pool was kiddie in size as four Heinekens delivered in me an inner peace that was usually the product of 2 shots, 4 jack and cokes and a beer). Now, I can firmly state that nursing the boy shall end December 19 (Owen’s first birthday), as Momma needs her cocktail. Originally my thought was that this cocktail would be a Maker’s Mark Manhattan (as in MMMmmmmmmm), but now I fear due to my lightweight status (both literally and figuratively) I may have to have something more simple, like a Vodka Cranberry. However, I am still leaning towards the MMM, which probably means after the consumption of one I will be of the stumbling but super silly sort.

And that is pretty much it. Not really but I have 15 minutes left before work ends for the long weekend. I plan on going to the new haunt that is the backyard space of the Park Chalet with Owen and John where we will sit outside, eat and drink beer in a sea of parents, kids, dogs and other refugees of the usually banned from restaurants camp. We have found true joy! Happy weekend, and I will try to write more, but that fat balding guy with the short sleeve dress shirt and the procrastinator title on his desk really does create an obstacle.