Just keep swimming ... just keep swimming

I bet you're thinking I forgot about you again.

I didn't.

I've just had a super busy week making all those super fabulous changes to my life that I wanted. In case you missed out, I set A LOT of goals for myself in my last post, mainly ones that involved juggling bowling balls, pins, elephants, trucks and teeny tiny marbles all at the same time.

Basically, I'm trying to get my butt off the couch and start doing all the things I talk about doing.

This week, I did a lot of them. I didn't get to blog as much as I wanted and I didn't really find as much time for the little things I'd still like to include (like knitting and baking and reading hoards upon hoards of books), but I'll find time to squeeze them in, just you wait and see.

So what exactly did I accomplish?

For starters, I took a little "me" time. Working from home with a toddler is a blessing and a curse. It's wonderful to have Pearyn nearby, but there are only so many pant leg tugs I can take before I need a little space. Don't get me wrong, I still get breaks here and there. Pear visits my parents a few days during the week so I can actually accomplish work and my cousin watches her on the days they don't, but still, there's just something about your toddler's tantrum-throwing, piercing screech that rattles on your nerves ... even if you're not in the same room.

So I got my hair did. That's what girls do with our free time; we get manicures, pedicures and we drink fruiffy Cosmos and talk about the men in our lives. So I got mine hacked (only partially), lots of layers and still a lot of length. Basically, if my hair isn't actually done now, I look like a homeless man. It's pretty hot.

Speaking of getting my nails did, I didn't. I actually just painted them myself, mainly because I have this weird thing about people touching my nails and cuticles and all that jazz. They were kind of wild, but if you're going to paint them then you might as well have fun with it, right?

When I wasn't having me time, I was getting my ass into shape. You'll be proud of me. Not only did I wake up once for a 5:45 a.m. exercise class with a friend, I did it twice. AND I ran on the track during the days I didn't get up at the crack of down to work out. It's pretty much safe to assume that lots of spandex was worn this week. Let's say a moment of silence for that poor spandex that was abused in the shaping of my ass.

And then there were cookies. Lots and lots of cookies. Most of them were for Pearyn though, so I don't feel so bad about it. Although I figure if I'm waking myself up in the morning to torture all my body parts, I can reward myself with a damn cookie if I want. But I resisted ... for the most part.

Pearyn on the other hand, didn't.

There were lots and lots of other things in between. There was work, articles to be edited, web links to be redirected and kisses to be had. Pearyn had lots of kisses on her plate.

And when there weren't kisses, work and spandex, there was shoes, tall, hot, red polka dot shoes.

Where did your week go?

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