Boring

Before Christmas, I'd written a ton of posts that I drafted and saved. I decided a while back to increase the amount I blog, and I think that since that declaration, I've done a decent job of keeping that promise. The goal I set for myself was 3 times a week: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. For the most part, I blogged those three days every week, and it has a lot to do with the fact that I would sit down and write a bunch of posts, publish one, and save the rest to post later.

Lately though, I've noticed the number of drafted posts dwindling. Some time before Christmas, I got so busy and ended up putting writing off. Then the holidays came and went, and now it's writing time again, and I realized...I have so little to write about. A.P. and I are just so damn boring. And everyone is writing about or doing something interesting (to me at least): year end reflections, the cutest freaking kitten ever, publishing yummy recipes, or even posting about their awesome vintage wardrobe. It seems like A.P. and I are the lamest of the lames, and it's not like I'm comparing us to people who are jumping from airplanes and taking exotic vacations. I'm not knocking the above mentioned posts (I wouldn't have mentioned them if I didn't like them), but I am knocking how boring we've become.

That being said, I gotta get on this problem, like ASAP, because one of my resolutions this year is to blog 5 days a week (M-F). What's keeping your interests these days? Got any new blogs you're obsessed with? Did you watch this week's How I Met Your Mother (which I cried at, btw, and loved, countdown and all)? Seriously...I need SOMETHING!

"As We Mature, the Relationship Matures"*

Without going into too much detail, lately I've been really appreciative of the wonderful relationship I have with A.P. The thing is, I used to be so unhappy before I met him. I don't mean depressed (although it was that at times), and I don't mean I was a really negative, miserable person, either. I just was lonely, and unhappy, and in relationships where I always felt like I was walking on eggshells, maintaining some version of myself that does exist, but is like me on my best behavior. Now, I'm just me. And though I feel bad that that sometimes means A.P. sees me in my granny panties because the laundry needs washing, or in my leggings and old French contest t-shirt that is from 1989 and has bleach spots on it, or sprawled out on the couch with eight chins and frizzy hair and zero makeup on (I might be describing myself right now), I'm happy that, at the end of the day, I've found someone who I'm just comfortable around. No topic is off limits, I'm not afraid to say or do anything with A.P. because I'm confident that we're in it together and it's okay. He loves me for who I am. As cheesy as that sounds, lately I've realized how true it is, and how lucky I am for having that kind of a relationship.

I have to confess, I didn't do a Dance Fridays post this week because, well, I think everyone in the blogosphere had Memorial Day weekend plans on the brain, because I was thoroughly uninspired by much of what I found/saw/read this week. Oh well.

I have another confession to make. A.P. and I rented a car this weekend, and I went to Michael's. I found the Speedball fabric silk screening kit on sale from $79.99 to $39.99. I bought it. I also found all this awesome Martha Stewart craft paper on sale for $3.99 and less! I'm making these paper flowers which I got the idea for because it was featured on Vintage Glam Blog, which snagged it from Craft Stylish. Anyway, I'm taking pictures as I go, so perhaps I will post those this week. I will say this, the happy outcome of all this wedding planning is the rediscovery of how much I love crafting projects. I like making nice art, and painting and taking pictures, but it's so nice to just craft the shit out of some stuff.

In the mean time, enjoy this pic of me, flying. I took a bunch of photos of A.P. jumping into the bed. I'm going to save you the horror of seeing his skinny frame in boxers (even though the ones I took of him were awesome...he's way braver than me about catapulting onto the bed), but check out this one he took of me. See the leggings and French contest t-shirt?? Ummm...yeah...

photo by A.P.!

* I don't know if I've ever raved about by my intense love for How I Met Your Mother, but this post's title was taken from one of my favorite episodes this season, if not of all time so far. If you haven't watched How I Met Your Mother, check it out.