That Time I Ate Mac & Cheese

Story background: About every medication I am taking has a possible side affect of weight gain.

After eating half a Stouffer's macaroni and cheese right out of the oven.

Me: "This medication is making me fat."









Me: "Ugh, I feel like I have gained like 10 pounds."









Guy: As he looks at my bowl of macaroni and cheese is like, "Maybe you should exercise more."










Me: And I'm over here like, "Don't you even say it. It is definitely the meds and not the fact that I exercise one to one times a week."



The End

OMG!

I totally missed my one year blogaversary on April 18. I feel like such a failure.

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That right tharrr is prime blogging material. It gives everyone a chance to reflect on all the things I have written about over the past year. I would also be able to tell you about where I see this blog going. How I have grown as an individual and blogger. I could say things like, "This blog started as a simple, private way for my to share me thoughts, but it has turned into a wonderful community of real friends and opportunities!"

But really. When I think of all the things that have happened in a year. Some I knew were coming, some I hoped were coming, some I hoped weren't coming, and some I had no idea were coming (perfect spot for an announcement of any sort...).

Guy and I moved twice.
Guy quit one job.
Guy got his dream job.
I dyed my hair brown.
I tried to dye my hair back to blonde.
I graduated with my Masters in Occupational Therapy.
We upgraded to a king size bed. (Best decision of our marriage so far)
Beau got a backyard.
I lost weight.
I gained weight.
I started backcombing. (lifechanging!)

So cheers to me and my life! I'll continue to blog as long as those spam sites "view" my blog and give me lots of fake self-esteem about my blogger status.

Now excuse me while I go convince Guy that I need a tasty treat to eat, but also to post on instagram for everyone to celebrate my #blogaversary

Work to Work to Work

 

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Seriously, though. Who decided that working from 8 am to 5 pm 5 days a week was normal?
You know that phrase where people will say I live to eat or I eat to live? You all know which phrase I use. I will never live to work. I will work to live as little as possible. Not because I am not excited about my profession. I think occupational therapy is fantastic. But because I don't want my life to be my work. That will be a significant part of who I am, but it will not be the role I primarily identify with. Obviously I have never worked a day in my life.

Anyways, 3 days into my fieldwork. I am loving the occupational therapists that I am working with. I am not sure if this setting is my passion, though. I'll let you know in about 90 days.

Right now.
I'm thinking that I would like to retire.






Also, who said being a responsible adult was fun? I'm fine with being an adult. But why does it have to be unacceptable to be irresponsible?

Hide Yo Kids

I am so sorry that I have not shared this with you sooner.

Guy made this. I do not remember why we were dressing Beau up like a thug. We dress up Beau a lot, though. When we saw the photo below we immediately thought of Antoine from a new story blooper. We thought Beau looked especially cray-cray.

 

Not sure what we're referencing here? Watch this and then this and it just keeps going.