I mean, if you received this in an email account that you don’t even use to access your Paypal account, you’d totally believe that it’s authentic, right?

PS: Phishers? You may want to take another look at your spelling of ‘there’. Just sayin’.

Dear Customer,

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Security Advisor
HSBC Bank

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.

You would think that with my child at Grandma’s & Grandpa’s house for the week (can I get a HALLELUJAH?!!!), I’d at least have the courtesy to write something–you know, throw out some amusing little tidbit from my daily life that we could all have a chuckle at and move on.

Well, you’d probably be wrong.

The Boy is indeed at Grandma & Grandpas, no doubt being seriously spoiled as I type this, and I have an extremely quiet house for the rest of the week. The woman who usually watches Owen is on vacation in Florida this week and my two options were to either take off the entire week to stay with Owen or to ship send The Boy to the in-laws for the week. It was a tough decision (hmm…with The Boy 24 hours a day for 7 days straight with no break….or…empty house with no small ‘helpful’ child or husband for 7 days…hmmm…) but ultimately, I was able to power through and make the choice least likely to result in my ending up on the local news under the tagline of “…local mother snaps suddenly”. Seriously though, Owen’s only been gone for 3 days and I am missing his squishy little self. Almost even the part where he sleeps sideways and wakes me ever so gently by kicking me solidly in the kidneys first thing in the morning.

Other than that, life is pretty dull at Casa YouMeAndABaby–I’m trying to fit in all the things that need to get done around the house and tend to go better without a little helper (see: scraping paint from back door and re-painting) as well as some freelance jobs that have come up, so it’s actually a fairly busy and boring week.

I can’t believe that the 4th of July is right around the corner. The Husband will be home and we’ll be traveling to Alderson, West Virginia, our usual 4th destination, for a family reunion of sorts and fireworks. My favorite part is always the food since everyone usually brings a dish of some kind or another and there’s lots of good food to eat. I usually go with my old standby–potato salad made from my grandmother’s recipe. In the two years that I’ve brought it, I haven’t had to bring any leftovers home (and that’s even with a huge double batch).

Does anyone else out there ever feel like they’re always going to be socially awkward forever? It’s probably not as bad as I’m thinking it seems, but I just never seem to be able to talk to people that I don’t know very well without saying something dumb or managing to plant my foot squarely in my mouth, usually multiple times. The crazy part is that I’m not that inept when I’m talking to clients or potential clients on the phone. I’m calm and collected and able even to be (appropriately) funny. Must have something to do with feeling comfortable about what I’m talking about/explaining and not being good at making small talk. I’ll be 32 in August, I’d like to move out of the gangly-feeling adolescent stage at some point in the near future (face take note: this means you as well–breakouts are not attractive at 14, even less so the same week each and every month on an almost 32 year old face).

I think that about covers everything currently on my mind.

Oh, that and which of the new Mountain Dew flavors? I think I’m going to have to go with the Voltage as the Raspberry Citrus is just good stuff.

Discuss.