Pass The Pop

Once again, I'm slacking. My goal was to write here every other day. I've got LOTS to say, don't you worry. The days just tend to slip away and soon it's 10:00 at night, I'm in bed and thinking "I should blog."

Well, what counts is, I'm here now! I've had a lot going on between then and now. We've had Valentine's Day, our first together. I've taught kids how to scour a bathroom, OCD Chelsey style. (Kind of like Gagnam style, but better.) We've planned an entire spring break vacation and my planner is quickly filling up with things like "band pictures", "Tigerette Auditions", "Prom", "Royals/Braves Game", Graduation", "Kansas", etc ...

Life is full, in a way I never expected. But of all the February 18th's I have lived, especially in my adult life, this is by far my favorite. I mean ... I got a new piece of Polish Potter for Valentine's Day and he paid attention all those months ago when I said "I want to buy pieces that are lines in BLUE, not white." These days, 2 lbs of hamburger (which used to last me a week) barely makes a meal. One kid hates chocolate, the other can't do spicy, the mister eats like a bird and I'm dropping weight like it's nobody's business. I'm going to start running soon ... like, for fun. Who would have thought?

So, the moral of the story? If I'm not here, it's because I'm truly living life for the first time ever! But, I want to be here more. So. Whatcha think? What would you like to read? Any specific topics or ideas? Lay 'em on me. I'm ready!

In the mean time, my crock pot is calling my name. I'm gonna throw some chicken in there, top it with some brown sugar and BBQ sauce and then, because I'm oh-so-Julia-Childs-ish....I'm gonna put a can of Dr. Pepper in there. Why you ask? Because I like the way pop sounds when it hits frozen meat in the crock pot.

I said pop.

It's my only bit of Yankee-isms .... Yankeeneese .... Yankeean .....I hold on too.