Internet, you know I still love you even when I’m away, right? I just haven’t felt like writing much of anything lately and I’m more than 1/2 of the way done with a sweater for Owen and it’s just been easier to sit and knit a row or 20 when I’ve had a free moment.

I can’t decide if it’s the weather (alternately hot and super humid or cool and almost fall-like) or just life in general that has me in a low-grade funk, but I’m hoping to move on to greener pastures mood-wise anytime now. No one likes a grump, least of all me, especially when I’m the grump! I turned 32 this past week and I’m still trying to figure out how yet another year has already come and gone–time seems to speed by at a breakneck pace anymore and I just wish it would slow down–even just a little bit–because I have so much I want to fit in and it just seems like I don’t have the time for half of what I want to do/see/accomplish.

Also, I fear someone has been slipping the zuchinni plant steroids on the sly. I swear I check every other day for new zuchinni and somehow I have (in addition to normal manageable sized zuchinnis) ended up with monster zuchinni three separate times now. The first one that I shredded up and froze for zuchinni bread made 18 cups of shredded zuchinni. Internet, that is ALOT of zuchinni. Here’s to enough shredded zuchinni in the freezer to be able to make zuchinni bread once a week until next spring.

I don’t know if it’s the heat or what, but I am seriously suffering from a case of massive mental block in pretty much every facet of my life. From simple queries, like “What should we have for dinner?” to something a little more complicated like “Hmmm…I want to make a custom theme for this here blog of mine. What should I make it look like?” reduces me to a drooling vacant-eyed goon that is pretty much capable of getting about as far as “Uh……………um……………..well…………”. Internet, this is totally not helping my productivity over here. We’ve either eaten dinner out or had grilled cheese sandwiches more times than I’ll admit this last week because I just couldn’t think of anything to make (and this is with a full fridge and cupboards as well. SHOULD NOT BE THIS DIFFICULT). We won’t even speak of the sweater for Owen that I have now had to start three (3!) different times because each time, I’ve somehow messed it up. This is on 8 rows of 2×2 ribbing Internet–NOT HARD STUFF.

Luckily, I’m still able to keep it fairly together for clients, but I’m trying not to panic that when my current site finishes up sometime next week, um, there’s currently nothing new on the horizon. It would probably help tremendously to grab new business if my site was finally finished, but about 3/4 of the way through the current re-design, I got tired of trying to convince myself that really, I’d totally love it once I was finished and want to scrap it and start all over. However, see above paragraph (uh……um……….you get the picture). In fact, I should be coding right now as I type this–but I’m opting for finishing this post and getting to bed early in the hopes that tomorrow will be a more enthusiastic day for the old grey matter upstairs.

Not that it looks like it will happen anytime in the near future (hello stupid girlyparts that can’t seem to get their crap together–I SEE YOU), but I really fear for being pregnant in the future and suffering from pregnant brain, since things are going so stunningly well with only myself and Owen on a daily basis.

Send (mental) help. My (deeply comatose) logical/rational/thinking brain lobe thanks you.

A sign that you might be making the irreversible change into super Dork: you do the dance of joy when you arrive home and find your new book about PHP has arrived from Amazon.

Can the pocket protector be far behind?