Woah.

I should maybe keep up with this thing a bit better. I'll just do a two monthish recap. My husband and I are doing well, I turned 25, still no kids much to my mother's chagrin, and my best friend and I recently reconnected with another friend of ours. It's been semi good. That's the boring version anyway. I sort of left out the parts about me getting drunk and threatening to key a woman's trailer house for calling my best friend a bitch, going to a bachelor party with my husband and having one of the groomsmen ask my husband if he could "nibble on his girlfriend's ass", road trip to Texas where I swear I saw a dead lion on the side of the damn road, road trip to Tulsa where we discovered that apparently Jenks, Oklahoma thinks that it is the ocean side town of Oklahoma complete with light house, surfing, and sand crabs.... Just because they have an aquarium... :| There's other stuff in there too, but I can't remember everything that happened to me in two months. I drink too much for that.

I want to be sedated.

Baked Potatoes.

The answer is yes, they do.

I almost made it!

So I posted every day last week but Friday. I'm calling it an accomplishment.

Last night we were working on our kitchen. This bitch is giving us hell. We were going to stain all of the cabinets after we had sanded off the 20 plus years worth of paint that was on them, but Aaron just has to have this party this weekend, so that plan went out the window. Now we are going to stain them and paint them white, then distress them. I hope it turns out pretty because we're using a super dark stain and decorators white. I still don't understand how this new method could possibly take less time than the previous one.

We went to a crab boil last Friday. It was fun until I said something super inappropriate and made some poor girl cry. I'm a terrible drunk. I apologized though and the fun continued. I have GOT to stop doing things when I'm drunk that I will inevitably have to apologize for. It's getting ridiculous. I'm okay as long as I'm only drinking around my close friends. They know me well enough and I know them well enough that nothing I say offends them. I need to watch my mouth. :(

I feel pretty today.

See, I'm just kind of neurotic. Just like everybody else.

Low self esteem issues

....I'm having them, as of late, interspersed with unusual bouts of extremely high self esteem moments. Very strange. It's mostly vanity based. I know I'm awesome. I have an amazing personality, but I can't seem to be happy with the way I look. It's probably just a mid twenties thing. I'm sure it will pass. Please don't tell me how pretty I am. That is so not what this is about.

I will write everyday.

Even if I feel like I don't have anything to write about. I may come back to this later...