happy birthday liz!

Day 2

ha! and you thought i wouldn't write huh? today is my dear friends birthday, she joins the ranks of 28ers like myself. interesting age. she is nose deep in her career and loving the city dating circle of denver, which could be the 7th circle of hell for all i know, but at least she is happy. my daughters ballet tap recital (1st!) is today, i will have to post pics of that later, she has been galloping around the house like a midget ballerina all morning. i.... do ... not... get.... it..... never did. it has to be some recessive trait or mutation! yeah-mutation. i asked my husband last night a question of which i will ask you as well, we were all snuggly in the bed, gazing dreamily into each others eyes and i asked: "would you rather burn to death or bleed to death from all your limbs getting hacked off?" fortunately, my husband understands 1 my dark side 2 my knack for timing. then i had to explain to him that you of course had to go through having your limbs getting hacked off first, he chose fire after much eye rolling and sighing. so i pose this question to you. i may actually have to have a section here for my dark side, or as my nurse friends call it "kaitlin's little dark spot of her heart." hey no judging here! so answer! muahhhahhhahhaa!

Attempt

Ok - so here it goes, not that i am promising commitment here. the diary i promised to keep has long been functionally put to use to elevate something or other so this should be interesting. why not? i am sitting here partly regretting this already yet interested and and driven enough with 3 cups of coffee to at least make one blog today and even load a pic! applause? no? well anyway, i think that i will run this as a up to date, pay as you go installation. rehashing all my past events from even last week seems daunting, thus, today as of 9:23 am i am getting groomed by my 3 year old with a doll brush, have a dog walking around with socks on her paws my house is a mess and hmmm i need to paint a dresser! FUN. other than that my life is consumed my ms meyers literary prose to an unhealthy level and i am working my butt off, (to no avail) to look decent in a bikini in hawaii in a few weeks. feel free to post online motivation ha ha. more like feel free to come a bolt down my cupboard and fridge.
my daughter hannah, love of my life, she is silent in the other room, which only means sinister plans are about to wreck havoc somewhere.... i must go.