The confessions of Amy Bushatz, spastic blogger:
Today was the first day I've written in my paper journal in almost two months. Even more shocking: it is the first time I've opened my Bible for a pleasure read in I have no idea how long ... too long.
I miss D.C. a lot right now. I miss the fall and election season (both my favorite time of year that -- so conveniently! -- are at the same exact moment). I miss being a part of the energy and excitement that is an election night in the newsroom. I miss personal relationships with the candidates (or as personal as they are journalist-to-subject), knowing the moment returns are in, not going to bed until way too late ... just the wonder of being at the epicenter of the process. I really miss that.
I don't like working at World Vision. I am bored, the office is cold, the commute is long and I never have time to exercise. I'm going to quit today.
Everytime I talk to my Dad (or so it seems. In reality it's more like once-a-visit or every other phone conversation. And since I talk to him, oh, once a year on the phone, that's not a very good record) he manages to make me feel guilty and fat. I was hestitant to call him because, well, it's just fun to talk to him, but he wanted to hear how I am doing. Not 2 minutes into that conversation he wanted to know if I've gained a lot of weight with the baby and gave me a lecture on how people who gain 40 lbs or more during their pregnancy or more likely to have fat kids. I found myself justifying the 1 or 2 lbs I had gained as of the last visits. Awesome. Ruined my day.
I feel guilty for not blogging more.
I ate four twizzler pull 'n peel sticks for breakfast. (It was delicious).
My head hurts all of the time. It's really annoying.
I listen to opera in my car. And sing along.
Every few days I have to tweeze little tiny black hairs from the left side of my chin. I am afraid that when I am old I will be one of those gross old ladies with black chin hairs because no one will help me get rid of them.
I still sleep with a stuffed polar bear (mostly when Luke is gone). Are moms allowed to sleep with stuffed animals?
I'm making chicken and rice-a-roni for dinner. I have no intention of actually eating the chicken.