Can I be more me, than I am?

I am coming to the sad realization that as much as I may think that I want to be free to be me, maybe jeans and easy peasy lame shirts are me. I do heart stripes, so I am adding more of those, but maybe I am just not cut out to be the cute skirt and tights wearing person I fancy myself to be. The vintage hats are awesome but will I wear them? And should I? I think if my feet didn't hate me, I might be a whole lotta more cuter, because shoes make a difference, but pain makes more of a difference. At what point do you give in and say, "this is me."? I wear jeans everyday, I sit in a basement with a small child for most of that day and subsequently get nilla wafer goo and all manner of "stuffs" smeared on me. I have puppy dog slippers and I am not afraid to wear them! Do I give in, or do I fight to be a me that is a lot of work to be? These are the questions I come bearing today. January is not even over and I am rethinking this aspect of my betterment. I have decided, I need to have more adventures. I need to get out of the basement. Maybe I will be brave and wear my skirt and my floral tights. Maybe...goo'ed tights don't sound like much fun. Goo stops me from doing lots.

I realized today we have moved 5 times in 6 years. I think that seems excessive and should be stopped. Moving is the worst ever, I know I have mentioned this, but it seems worth repeating. Don't move, it's no fun. This public service announcement brought to you by a girl lurking in a basement.

I miss decorating, and my stuff. Oh man, looking at that makes me want to cry of cuteness. My house looks like an antler farm exploded and killed all the cuteness now. Sad day! We are going to get our stuff in Feb. I am excited. Not that I have anyplace for it, but it will be close and I can use bits and pieces, I think it will be therapeutic for me to decorate with my stuff again.


All manner of goo's come from this little monster I love so much. Just to be clear, I will be covered in goo everyday. He's worth it. I wouldn't trade the goo for anything.


This is me being me. Dog slippers and skull pants. All found on clearance. Clearance is me.

Now, what I know I am, is a mini van driving mom. Yes, I have one baby and we upgraded to a mini van because we are awesome. Really it's because we are doing in vitro and what if I have triplets. That would be scary, but at least I would have a van. So maybe by getting a van we will only have one or two and not three because we are so prepared.

I get to drive back to Tucson on Friday to get a shot I am three weeks late getting, that I do, in fact, posses! *throws confetti* Now I can ride in style, with cruise control! Woot! I really hope this in-vitro round goes better than the first. I think it is our last. It's just kind of been a frustrating little road travel, not that adoption was any kind of piece of cake. I don't know, myabe it won't be the last time, but for now I think we agree it is. All this to say, I really hope this works.

Here she is, I think her name shall be Cleo, because she is pale gold, which is like unto beige, which is like not cool and kinda lame, but I like it, merely for the fact that it doesn't look near as dirty as it is, and laziness is king around here. Why clean what doesn't look dirty? What does this have to do with being named Cleo, you may ask? The goldfish on Pinocchio is named Cleo. Duh.



She is pretty and leather and seat warmers are the bomb-diggity!




The little man is riding is style now! I can't believe all the space. I think I will sit in the back and watch movies with the boy. It's pretty nice to have space!

I leave you with these shots of my little boy in his awesome shirt of nerdom! Seriously, cutest shirt evah!





Teeth are the devil. Watching my little boy go through teething is making me think I should take better care of mine. It's got to be done.

Oh and as an aside, anybody out there have any tips on changing the mail email addy on blogger? I want to delete my old email but I only get my notifications there.