I'm Alive

Has it ever occurred to you how difficult it can be to come up with a title for EVERY post that I've done on this blog since....2007? It did to me just now as I thought I'd try to write something with no particular point. I realize my captivating blog has suffered lately, but I just don't feel like writing. My mother called me today to see what was going on because I hadn't written anything. :) Jaggar is sleeping much better. His internal clock seems to be somewhat off, as he's now getting up at 5:30 in the morning, but he's happy and dry, which are both big perks. I am still blown away and thrilled by the fact that we are done with diapers. I just don't really care to get up at 5:30. I'm not physically able to get up at 5:3o on a consistent basis. I am not a morning person. I am also not much of a night person. I'm like a mid-afternoon person. I have nothing revolutionary to say. I guess I just thought I'd say I'm alive.

Jaggar and Sage got some mail from Mema last week.

She sent Sage some doll hangers for her America Girl dolls (her dolls have more clothes than I do with their own dresser, so this was great) and a Mickey and Donald Duck for Jaggar. He was thrilled. He loves little toys that fit perfectly in his hands.

I did do something this weekend that I haven't done in a really long time--read a book. I love reading. I loveD reading. I just don't have time to do it like I want to, and not many people would have the time the way that I read...I read for hours and hours if I like a book. For some reason, the Hunger Games sparked my interest. The title alone sounded interesting to me, though that title isn't anything about what you think it will be about. I'll spare the details of the book. (You can google the synopsis), but I will say that it is one of the best books I've ever read. And I am thrilled there is a movie coming out next WEEK. I will definitely be there. I hope it's as good as the book. I started reading at 7 pm and didn't stop until I finished it at about 3:30 the next morning...which also happened to be the night the time changed. Worked out GREAT. It was worth it. All 300+ pages. I've already downloaded the 2nd book to my ipad. I will not be pulling anymore all nighters though (so I'm telling myself). Check out the trailer here.

Warning: the following picture could give you nightmares, but just think that it could be worse. It could be your face. (Yes, I realize this is the most broken up post ever, but oh well.) Words would have sufficed, but you just need to see to believe. I swear that at this time in my life, I have worse skin than I could have ever imagined having when I entered puberty. My brother even asked me years ago what I did to keep my skin so nice. At the time, my answer was NOTHING. I slept in my makeup every night. For the past year, I have kept a skin routine up (nothing major). In short, I WASH my face now and moisturize. It's clearly done nothing for me, and yes, I try different kinds of cleansers, etc. Maybe it's diet? Or lack thereof. I eat pretty terribly as of late. The irony. I can eat my weight in sugar, and that needs (it's going to) change. It can't hurt, that's for sure.

***I don't know what's scarier, the fact that my face looks...like that...or that I went out in PUBLIC like that today. Years ago, I'd have NEVER done that. Now I just don't care. Is that depression, freedom, defiance....a little of all? I don't feel depressed or defiant...well maybe a little depressed when I see that lol.

To my "credit," 2 of the 4 weeks of every month are pretty terrible to me. So you can see in this picture, not 1, 2, 3 but 4 PIMPLES in the small area above my lip. Painful, disgusting PIMPLES. Those are just what you can see. There are more. I won't count the rest on my face. You're welcome. Ironically, a weirdo on facebook was stealing pictures of me (and a few other girls) and posting them in his own album after "liking them." Think "Silence of the Lambs." I did. Thank you, "sir," for causing me to start a process of deleting MANY people off of my facebook and closing the door on accepting requests from people I don't know. I definitely keep an eye out for him now. He should see the REAL me. Does any of this matter? I'm sure not to you. Does it even really matter to me? I don't know really. But what can I do about it? It's certainly not my focus in life or anything, but on a Monday night...it's what I cared to share. For some comic relief, Travis looked at me and said I should wash my face in bleach. He invited me to feel his skin and how soft it was (he pressure washes and I'm assuming the MIST is what he is equating to a face wash of bleach). Anyway, he said, "Feel how soft and smooth my face is." I said, "Would a smack across it allow me to feel what you're saying?" The LOVE. All in fun. Oh, HE was probably serious.