Macbook for Sale

I don't want to spam you but...

I have a MacBook for sale.

If you are interested check it out here.

The sale of this Macbook will go

toward funding brakes for Zach's new mtn bike

and maybe my Blythe

(if I can talk Zach into it)

:D

OMGS

Zach is taking me to Disney World!

Both of my sisters and my nieces and my nephew are coming too...

Excited is THE BIGGEST understatement in history!

Obsessed

Lately I can't stop researching Blythes!

I want a Blythe so badly!

I'm going to buy one soon,

but I need help customizing her.

If anyone can lead me in the right direction

I would love it sooooo much!

I've contacted a few customizers on Etsy

and no one wants to message me back!

Grrrr!

PS I don't want to do it myself,

I'm scared I'll mess her up :(

Bummed

I can't be too bummed.

Zach and I had a pretty awesome day

aside from this:

This is my beaded bracelet.

I sell it in my etsy shop.

If you are a long time reader,

you will remember it from this post.

If you are a Free People catalog receiver,

you will recognize it from the January 2012 issue...

I don't really know what to do or say,

or if there is anything I can do.

I know that using an eagle in a beaded design

isn't exactly revolutionary...

But this is beyond a let down for me.

the least athletic

So I am forcing myself to blog!

I have to!

If I don't blog, people start to lose interest,

so when I have something seriously important to say,

no one will be standing around to hear it.

At the gym today,

Zach came to the realization that he is allergic to exercise.

I am not joking.

He literally broke out in hives and his lips even swelled.

If anyone was found to be allergic to exercise, it would certainly be me.

But guess what!

I ran a 10:20 mile!

That may not seem impressive, but my childhood self would be ecstatic at that!

As a kid I was the short, scrawny kid that ran 20 minute miles.

Huffing and puffing and walking as all the bigger kids

(even the overweight ones) lapped me.

Running was always a miserable time for me,

and I have never been athletic.

I always dreaded the physical fitness tests,

it was beyond torture for me.

Imagine me,

scrawny armed and hanging from the pull up bar,

not being able to do a single one...

and I probably only weighed 50 pounds!

Humiliation!

I would struggle and sway and sweat,

and the most I could ever muster was to bend one elbow slightly

whilst kicking the air with rage!

All the kids at my school were named Tyler.

I always imagined how awesome life would be if they only

tested us on things I was good at.

Like:

who can get this stray cat to come to them first?

winner: me!

who can recite all the states in alphabetical order the fastest?

uh... ME!

who can follow the lite brite pattern without making any stray holes?

THIS GIRL!

or who can produce crocodile tears at the drop of a hat?

DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK?!

I don't think physical fitness tests measure what's really important!

These are dire skills!

I should have been the one getting all the ribbons and medals...

What amazing things were you good at?

Tumblr

Who has a tumblr?

Send me a link to yours!

find mine here

Why I haven't

Blogged.

I always get perturbed when I read a blog

and every other post is "sorry I haven't written in so long"

because honestly I don't care why,

I just want to read something new.

Also because it's your blog,

who are you apologizing to?

No one is crying every night because

you haven't posted a bunch of pinterest pictures in a couple weeks.

But seriously, if you are interested

this is why I haven't blogged....

because I hate New Years resolutions.

Zach and I have started a New Years plan to be healthier.

Which means eating right and getting fit.

It's pure torture and very time consuming.

We have been going to the gym daily,

cooking our own food,

and working.

With that kind of schedule,

some things get pushed aside.

I don't like to share about losing weight

or getting fit, because I usually always get ridiculed.

I'm naturally thin and technically don't need to 'get fit'

but I am getting older and softer and I don't like it.

I want to recommit myself to my blog again.

So that's my January 12th resolution.

My tattoo is almost healed now...

yays