Holy smokes. Two days of updates and 2 hours of trying to remember my log ins, I have successfully made it back to my blog. I know, right? Clearly, I've failed in the consistency department. I felt it was only necessary to write my re-opening, re-introduction, re-whatever-term-you-choose post about 5 things I am absolutely terrible at.
5. I am terrible at winged eye liner. You might think this is not a big deal, but for a girl who loves her makeup and loves eye products even more, it's a shame. Smudges. Smears. Crooked. Pitiful.
4. I am terrible at dusting. Let me clarify. I dust regularly, especially because we have an abundance on furballs in our family. But... when my house is professionally cleaned once a month, the dust is nonexistent and stays away for quite some time. I asked how she does it or what she uses, but apparently it is some ancient secret. Solutions for this problem, please let me know.
3. I am terrible at baking cookies. I don't even know how to explain this one. Every batch I have EVER made is burnt. When I try to prevent the crispy, charcoal mess, I then produce pure goop. Back to the oven, and charcoal results. I cannot find a happy medium.
2. I am terrible at remembering birthdays. Absolutely terrible. Just ask any of my friends. There are very few birthdays I can remember: my mother, husband, previous boss/current best friend, her daughter, and 2/5 siblings. I told you, terrible. What's even worse, FB tells me when it is a friend's birthday. What is the worst of the worse? My distant family has an email account that sends reminders for birthdays. I vowed to become better at this, but so far, I am not doing so great. The picture below is for all the victims who have fallen prey to my forgetful mind.
1. I am terrible at blogging. Clearly. I could tell you that a. I started a new job. b. We bought a house. c. My husband is going though a pastoral program. d. Life is crazy. But... I was taught there are no excuses. By chance if you did have an excuse, you better be paralyzed or 6ft underground. Tough love.
Again, I vow to become better at this.
For fun, here's how much I have changed in a year:
Literally, no difference. My face is rounder, and I have my new snazzy glasses.
