I’m not sorry

haha for writing down my thoughts. Sometimes I feel bad if I’ve gone a wave of ranting… but the reason I write to have an outlet and be able to process stuff. It’s kinda like when I was writing for the paper, I would have to actually write it, then sit down and read it out loud to myself…. in order to fully process it. Well, here – it’s usually thoughts that have running around my head and since I can’t really stop the lighting fast process… I have to put them down, then re-read it, in order to figure out what all the noise is in my head. Here’s the kicker of it though.. I feel bad for unloading my thoughts on the interwebs. Like I should always write about sunshine-y days and bunnies or something. I know… weird huh.

Well here.. ust for the sake of balance.

I’m addicted to pesto eggs and vegetarian sausages. It makes my morning really really happy.
I’m madly in love with the man I’m marrying… but more then just in love- he’s also become my best friend. Things are just more fun when we do it together. Even if it’s a crummy mood adventure… it’s still better being crummy with him (or because of him) then it is going at it without.
I am so excited to meet our kid, I’m totally ok with bypassing the the infant phase, but since we can’t just magically have a toddler, I’m cool with it as long as the kids healthy, creative and wise. <– no pressure kiddo. haha
I really do love my job. It’s just the stress that I hate. And the ignorance of people I deal with.. but overall… stoked.
I’m obsessed with planning the design of our backyard…. not so much with plants per se but with nifty accessories.
I’m totally full right now and love it.
I only gained 2lbs since our last Dr’s visit. I guess the last round of weight gain was in fact the new carb-frenzy. Fascinating.
I’m reading The Secret and actively trying to put it into play. I spent all day on Tues, going to appts and in between appts telling myself certain postive things, and managed to sell $1200 that day. So I’m a believer.
I know we’re going down to the land of beautiful bikini girls next weekend… while I’m totally puffy… but I’m still insanely stoked.. and while I can’t promise not to feel a little uncomfortable surronded by the life of the less puffy pretty people… I CAN promise you that being in the sun, by the beach, with the man…. will totally balance it out.
I’m stoked that his wedding ring came yesterday. I love it and hope he feels the same.
I’ve got other stuff, but I’ve got to get in the shower.
So there… life’s not all gloom and doom. It’s just that those thoughts need to get out more… otherwise they stay all locked up inside and become toxic.