Where does the time go?

There are a few things on my mind this evening.  First of all, how did this:

...turn into this so quickly?

I'm not sure, but I am sure that my mind is blown.

Second, I phoned in blogging this week, in case you didn't notice.  I decided to basically be busy doing life.  I worked a lot.  Uriah worked a lot.  And when we were home together, we really just wanted to veg out and watch old episodes of Cake Boss on Netflix.  Because of Cake Boss, I am convinced that I will be able to make a) a super Valentine's Day cake, b) Uriah's birthday cake, and c) make Finn the most fantastic themed-birthday cake ever.  I'm also convinced I need to practice making cakes daily.  So far I have been able to resist the urge, but heaven help the next person who decides to visit because it will be an excuse for me to bake a cake.

In other news, Abby joined basketball, so she has practice every day after school and comes home starving.  She is convinced that she practically needs to take a full meal to eat between school and practice and dinner always takes so long.  She's also "trying out" a new instrument in band - the saxophone.  There is a cacophony of sound emanating from her room and I'm not sure if I'd rather hear band practice or Justin Bieber.

Finn and I tried to get a walk in outside almost every day last week.  We were mostly successful.  I was hoping for good numbers on the scale because of our vigorous outdoor exercise, and when that didn't happen, I had a pity party for myself.  And then the weather turned poorly at the end of the week and the treadmill just seems like punishment after walking outside, so I phoned in a couple of work-outs, too.  We were back outside today and hopefully will be able to get a couple of walks in this coming week.  Although, I know we could use the snow, so I won't be at all upset if it does, in fact, snow and I have to use the bastard treadmill.

Finally, my goal is to be better next week.  Better at writing.  Better at exercising.  Better at rolling with the punches.

There are a few things on my mind this evening.  First of all, how did this:

...turn into this so quickly?

I'm not sure, but I am sure that my mind is blown.

Second, I phoned in blogging this week, in case you didn't notice.  I decided to basically be busy doing life.  I worked a lot.  Uriah worked a lot.  And when we were home together, we really just wanted to veg out and watch old episodes of Cake Boss on Netflix.  Because of Cake Boss, I am convinced that I will be able to make a) a super Valentine's Day cake, b) Uriah's birthday cake, and c) make Finn the most fantastic themed-birthday cake ever.  I'm also convinced I need to practice making cakes daily.  So far I have been able to resist the urge, but heaven help the next person who decides to visit because it will be an excuse for me to bake a cake.

In other news, Abby joined basketball, so she has practice every day after school and comes home starving.  She is convinced that she practically needs to take a full meal to eat between school and practice and dinner always takes so long.  She's also "trying out" a new instrument in band - the saxophone.  There is a cacophony of sound emanating from her room and I'm not sure if I'd rather hear band practice or Justin Bieber.

Finn and I tried to get a walk in outside almost every day last week.  We were mostly successful.  I was hoping for good numbers on the scale because of our vigorous outdoor exercise, and when that didn't happen, I had a pity party for myself.  And then the weather turned poorly at the end of the week and the treadmill just seems like punishment after walking outside, so I phoned in a couple of work-outs, too.  We were back outside today and hopefully will be able to get a couple of walks in this coming week.  Although, I know we could use the snow, so I won't be at all upset if it does, in fact, snow and I have to use the bastard treadmill.

Finally, my goal is to be better next week.  Better at writing.  Better at exercising.  Better at rolling with the punches.