The day this all begins.

I've been thinking about starting a blog for awhile but haven't decided what I even want this to be. Will it be about my thoughts? My cute kiddos? My weight loss? (Eeek!) My condo? My obsession with the house I hope to get?

Ah, decisions that can be made another day.

Confession number one? I love reading other people's blogs. Specifically strangers. I'm not entirely sure why. Truth be told I know people in real life who have blogs and I find them super boring. But some random girl in Washington, Florida, Tennessee, California, DC, Georgia, Texas, and France? Sign me up! I'll be your follower!

So for those of you who don't know me. I'm somehow already 33. I am oddly more amazed by this than I should be. I just don't think of myself as that old. (And yes I know that I'm not that old.) I've been with my husband for almost ten years. I'm amazed by this too. We've had our ups and downs and luckily are on an upswing. I think all marriages are like this but I probably won't focus on this too much because he wouldn't like for me to talk about him too much online. He's all a little more private than me even though he's a total chatterbox who won't shut up when he gets on a roll. We have two kids -- a boy and a girl. The boy is two and a half and and the little chickie is 9 months. They're kinda like the best thing ever. My boy is wild and crazy. I always thought I'd have some studious son but I don't. He's rugged. La, our girl is just a sweetheart. Obviously I'll write more about them later.

So I used to be thin and now I'm fat. This is important since I'm kinda obsessed with it right now. I keep telling Taye (the husband) that I need to lose twenty pounds but it's more about forty. Maybe thats what this will be about. The crazy journey to regain my former self. Yeah, I used to be a marathon runner. Now I can barely run a mile. Anyway, I digress.

It's January 2nd and a fresh start. We're downsizing our crap and I'm literally taking a car load of stuff to the Salvation Army tomorrow. I'm slightly horrified by all the junk and super proud that we got rid of so much stuff. I should also mention that we live in 900 square feet. Yeah all you lovely peeps, 900 square feet. A family of four. ON THE THIRD FREAKING FLOOR! I know you are all amazed that a woman with two kids under 3 who's 63 inches tall can still weigh 148.3 pounds when she's on the third floor. It's a mystery to me. (Not really. I eat too much.) Moral of this story is that I hope a house happens next year.

Time to clean. O's speech path comes tomorrow morning and my house is still embarassingly messy. Of course she's never seen it clean.

OK, Time to get back to the Bachelor. Seriously this might be the craziest group ever.