Questions On My Mind, As Of Late

* When I'm out and about, I have found myself wondering whether local blog readers have spied me in the aisles of Stupidstore and mentally gone, "Oh my god! That's her!  The crazy chick who really enjoys farting, but man does she make me laugh!".  In my blogging career, I have had a total of two people approach me and tell me how much they love my blog (one incident actually happened in another city, which made it that much more exciting!).  Note to readers:  feel free to approach me in public and introduce yourself.  If I ever saw Dooce, the Bloggess or Kelle Hampton in public (not that I'm comparing myself to their level of fame and/or greatness), I would totally go all five-years-old on them and jump up and down with excitement.  I have a tendency to act like a complete knob around celebrities.  Exhibit A...me meeting Donnie Wahlberg.

Quite possibly the worst, yet funniest, picture of me.  Ever.

* Why is it so impossible to reason with a two year old?  Miss K has gone from 90% sweet and lovable to 90% full-on Exorcist.  I find it interesting that I am actually capable of handling her head-spinning moments by laughing my way through them.  If I didn't laugh, I'm pretty sure I would chuck all 30 pounds of her out into the snowbank.  Laughing is (and always has been) the only way I can get through stressful situations.

* Why am I sitting here with frozen hamburger patties under my boobs?  Okay, so I've only found myself with hamburgers in my bra once...other times, it's frozen peas, cans of frozen oj or anything cold. This pregnancy has re-ignited my bouts with chest pains (I've had them for the last 14 years) and frozen things pushed against my sternum help them go away.  Actually, prescription meds make them go away the fastest, but I can't take those right now because I'm growing a human and blah blah blah meds will make it grow horns or something.  So, I have to rely on ice gel, frozen food and measured breathing to ease the pain.  The only bonus to having chest pains is when my choice of what frozen meat to shove in my bra corresponds with my plan for supper that night.

* Why am I not blogging more often?  I've been feeling all right these last two weeks.  By "all right", I mean that I'm not constantly crying and feeling like the world would be better off without me.  My concentration and motivation are slowly getting back to where they were before.  The majority of my energy is split between two things...Miss K and trying to keep myself calm/stress free.  I formulate many blog posts in my mind throughout the day, but by the time evening comes and I have free time to myself, all I want to do is veg or spend time with Mike.  I've also been trying to get my daily life/routine back in order. When the depressive episodes hit, everything gets tossed out the window...routine, tidiness in the house, cleaning, etc. and it takes time to come back from that.  I hate hate hate the fact that my house looks like a pint-sized tornado has hit it on a daily basis.

Now, please enjoy this completely random picture of one of our local churches from a few years ago.  It's nice to see them reaching out to all walks of life.