Riding an American Gladiator centaur? Really?

Yawn. I am so exhausted. This is my life. It doesn't matter if I sleep a solid 8+ hours or not... I wake up feeling like I haven't slept a wink.

My mom and grandma have fibromyalgia--which includes such fun symptoms as excruciating muscle pains and sleep disturbance. Because of the wide range of symptoms, it is almost impossible to diagnose. But alas, as it is thought to be genetic, and I'm thinking I've too been blessed with the fibro. My worst symptom is my inability to get into the restful stage of sleep known as stage 4. My nights consist of me constantly wallowing from one crazy dream to the next. Vivid dream after vivid dream after vivid dream. It never ends. And I remember everything. Right down to riding the American Gladiator Centaur. Um. Yeah. So what? I dream about riding a centaur with the upper body of Wolf. Is that weird? What if I told you he had a mohawk?

I need to get thyself to a sleep study. STAT. I don't know how much longer I can function in a permanent state of fog. Yawn.

P.S. Doesn't Wolf totally look like he has dentures in that pic? That kind of ruins everything...

Cut from the team

Let's talk about guilt. Not the Catholic kind, or the kind you feel when you eat the last cupcake. I'm talking about the guilt associated with deleting your subscription to a blog that you've realized just isn't your cup of tea.

Am I the only one who feels like I'm committing some kind of blogging sin for turning my back on one of my own?

Must have been a beautiful baby...

Quick update on the furniture situation and then on to bigger and better things.

We bought a futon last night. I picked a blue suede cover that ended up clashing horribly with my birdie desk--which as actually more of a turquoise as it turns out. Tonight we head back to the store, which happens to only sells futons. (Who knew such a store existed? And only one mile from my house!) I'm planning on exchanging the blue cover for an olive green shade that will complement the painted accents on the desk, rather than compete with them.

So... um... have I told you lately that I like you? Oh, man. I'm blushing. No. Really. I am so glad to be part of this community. I think it is awesome how our posts inspire each other's writing and lift up our spirits. Ok. That sounds insanely corny. I'm sorry. Moving right along...

I want to thank Jenn for inspiring me (yet again) to share some silly pics of me as a little tot with the blogosphere.

So feast your eyes on these photos and everyone have a great holiday weekend!


This is me and one of my first pets, Fraggle. We lived in the hood. My parents decided the area was getting too dangerous when my dad's car was stolen (twice.) I often tell people I was born and raised in the hood to give myself some extra street cred--even if we did move to the suburbs when I was three. Details, details. Fun fact: I'm moving back to this same hood in two weeks. Isn't life funny?


Sporting some sweet Mickey ears and shades in Disney World. I went to Disney World a lot as a child, as my dad's best friend lives in Daytona, Florida. How lucky for me!


Playing in the balls at Chuck E. Cheese's... where a kid can be a kid!


I think I was some kind of princess Barbie for Halloween one year. Notice the hooker make-up and stone-washed jeans.


Batgirl! The curly-haired munchkin next to me is Wonder Woman... I mean, my sister. This costume was actually meant to be pajamas. Shh! Don't tell. It might ruin my street cred. Take a nice gander at those sweet LA Gears with the hotpink laces. Turquoise socks? Who dressed me!? Oh, and if you look reeeeaaallly closely, you will see that I'm wearing dangly batman earrings. I still whip those suckers out for special occasions.....


Bringing it full-circle with a shot of me eating meat at a Brazilian restaurant where they bring you a never-ending supply of meat on swords. I was wearing the batman earrings in celebration of Boyfriend's new job about a month ago.

It's ok. I didn't want my identity anyhow...

Remember when I said Kinko's was keeping my identity safe and sound in the lost and found box? Well, they are liars. I went to pick up my W2 forms last night and the clerk (ugh, hate that word) looked through the damn box three times. He found three W2 forms with names that were not mine. This was irritating because this was the phone conversation I shared with this exact Kinko's employee 24-hours earlier:

Me: Hi. I think I left some W2 forms in the copier last week. Could you tell me if anyone has turned them in?

Dude: Sure. Let me look in the lost and found. Hold on.

Me: (Holding)

Dude: Ok. Yeah. We have them... what was the name on them?

Me: Amanda (Last Name)

Dude: Yep! We have them!

Me: Oh, great! Can you hold on to them for one more day? I will pick them up tomorrow evening.

Dude: Sure thing! Bye!


Ok. So... wtf? Did the Kinko's man steal my identity and then play dumb when I came to pick up the forms? Did he just take for granted the forms were mine and not even check the names? Ugh! This is going to be like those awful commercials where an old hairy biker dude is talking in a high-pitched voice getting a pedicure with my identity. Not cool.


P.S. What's worse: wearing peep toes with 3-week-old peeling green toe nail polish--or unpolished nails? I finally took off my old green polish last night and didn't have time to repaint them. And if you asked me right now, I'd say unpolished nails is definitely worse.

Bird is the new orange?

Oy... I feel bad for boring you with nonstop babbling about the new apartment... but the beat goes on...

After browsing our local Pier 1 this weekend, I mentally dismissed the orange couch once I laid my eyes upon this desk and chair set.



It is blue and has gold and red accents--including hand painted birds and flowers. I literally threw myself on top of it and shrieked, "I LOVE THIS! THIS IS SO ME!" My eyes even started filling with tears of joy... what a huge loser I am.

Well, I bought it. (Duh.) And the matching chest. I don't know what I'm going to use the chest for yet, but extra storage always comes in handy. Plus, can you see how freaking adorable it is?



I can already envision much blogging happening a top the birdie desk, which will go in the second bedroom--or as I now refer to it, "the blogging parlor." All you etsy fans out there, keep your eyes peeled for some matching bird decor. I'm scouring the net for a super cute lamp to put on the desk. No luck so far.

The moving date is just 17 days away. Boyfriend and I are not sure if our money will be best spent on a sofa bed, futon, or air mattress for the guest room/blogging parlor. Sofa beds are expensive and not that comfortable. Futons are a little too college dorm room for me. And air mattresses seem like a royal pain in the ass. Please take my poll (side bar) so you all can help me figure this out. As a guest, would you rather sleep on a sofa bed, futon, or air mattress? This may not be purely hypothetical, as a few of you have already expressed interest in testing out the guest room :)

P.S. $450 furniture splurge = most expensive impulse buy ever.