Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
It's been a few weeks, but I actually have time to share what I haven't been up to recently. I am sharp as a tack and have great balance in my life.
I did not affix stamps to 20 envelopes, only to realize I had put them in the left corner, not the right one.
I then did not spend extra time peeling the stamps off, and then taping them in the correct position.
My mind is ALWAYS on what I'm doing and I wouldn't be that distracted.
[unfortunately, to tell the truth, I can't even tell you what my mind was on or why I was so distracted]
I have not found a new love in a Tuscan Bread by Trader Joe's and I did not eat four pieces of it tonight, as my dinner. I eat very balanced meals and wouldn't eat a meal of only simple carbohydrates.
In much the same fashion, I did not down several pieces of fudge at 8am this morning. Even if I found one of my favorite homemade desserts in our employee lounge, I certainly wouldn't indulge so early. I also did not squirrel a few more pieces away for tomorrow. I am also not completely mortified, actually admitting to this act.
It has not been over two weeks since I last exercised. I am not afraid at all, of a few holiday pounds. After all, I have wonderful eating habits and the exercise counteracts any little mishaps. I am not at all disappointed in the lack of exercise I've had this entire year. I did not completely underestimate the impact a third child would have on my activity.
I did not strike a deal with hubs, which allowed me to use my Christmas bonus for entirely selfish purposes and I am not anxiously awaiting the arrival of this. I do not think it's impractical at all being that my baby is close to a year.
[And no, I didn't pay the price you see on that page. They had a sale last week. I'm not saying it was cheap though. Just steeply discounted!]
In a very poor attempt to draw the attention off of these soul-baring confessions, I leave you with a moment I am so proud of in my daughter's life.
This morning at church, my oldest daughter, an avid Bronco fan like her father (just to spite me, I think) did not tell a jersey-wearing Charger fan that she "wouldn't talk to her because of that shirt" and then she did not proceed to do her rendition of The Jerk dance, while singing the song ("You're a jerk, You're a jerk, You're a jerk"). I raise my children far better than that. Miss Rose's move is here around 17-18 seconds in. If you're wondering, she can show you the "Hip Hop Turkey" too, which I'm really not sure is an actual move, but she apparently learned it at school. But her dancing is a whole post in itself.
I'm proud people, oh so proud. Of myself and my offspring.