Cheeto's

I've slipped into a bit of a depression. Which really just came out of nowhere and I've tried the whole denial route to no avail. So I've started seeing an LMHP which has worked wonders. I have noticed though that I'm happiest when I'm behind my camera. I thoroughly enjoy taking photos. Mostly of my daughter. But in general, anything will do. I just lack creativity. Not to turn my blog into Dooce or anything but I'm going to start posting pictures regularly.

And in light of my daughter's recent accomplishment... (She now says "Cheeto's"...
ACCOMPLISHMENT INDEED!) I'll be posting some "Cheeto's" pictures.














She certainly loves her Cheeto's. But I know you're all out there saying.. "Oh. My. God. That woman feeds her 16 month old daughter CHEETO'S?! Where is Child Protective Services when you need them? She may as well be force feeding her LARD that child will be obese! Take it away!"

And to those women.. I say... "SHUT IT." As I'm stuffing Cheeto's down your throat.

Slipping in...without the warm comfy sheets.

I’m sitting here thinking of all these things I want to do. No matter how big or small they are, I want to do them and I don’t. I don’t know so much if it’s that I don’t have the time to do it or that I’m too lazy or that the confidence level isn’t there… I just don’t do them. I don’t push myself towards them. I’m not motivated to do so. Here’s a few examples, things I’ve not been able to stop thinking about…

1) Take a dance class. (I have looked into this one)
2) Go back to school majoring in English or Literature or Speech (Something along those lines).
3) Learn Spanish
4) Take a photography class

There is a “Zumba” class at the local YMCA that is on Thursday nights, I learned about it several months ago and it’s just now become available to take. I’ve wanted to go for the last three weeks and I haven’t. I always make some excuse, the most popular of them being, “I can’t go alone, there is no way I’m going by myself.” So I asked, Wonder Woman Heather (that’s our daycare provider) whom I get along with swimmingly… She’s agreed to go next Thursday… I’m pretty damn excited. She’s going in hopes to lose weight in a relaxed and fun atmosphere and I am going in hopes to gain a small amount of rhythm and to have fun. It’s a combination of salsa dance and aerobics, so this should be interesting. I’m also wanting to do Pilates… I just haven’t asked Heather if she wants to join.

As far as the school thing, it’s a little far-fetched right now to do… But I’m not exactly helping my situation any. I have to get a grip on my spending habits if I ever want to achieve this goal.. Ugh. Spanish goes hand in hand with this as well.

I wouldn’t even know where to begin with a photography class. I e-mailed a photography who’s work I admire to see if she’d let me shadow her a few times to learn about camera basics. She never did e-mail me back, I didn’t take the rejection well, as I have not e-mailed anyone else about this. I’d love to learn to use my camera, but I have to do it hands on and the book they give you isn’t exactly English! I don’t know if there are classes at the local college for this either. Suppose I could do some checking into it…

It just seems like there are millions of things I want to do… I’m not doing any of them. I was always, very much, the extrovert. I threw myself out there, I had fun and I took risks. I faced challenges head on and conquered them. Has life just gotten the better of me? I want Rileigh so much to grow up like the girl I was. I was fearless. I wasn’t worried what people would think and I certainly wasn’t worried about getting embarrassed.

I feel like a stranger in my own body now. I’m indecisive about things I’ve never been indecisive about. I sleep constantly and I complain non-stop. I really do feel like I may be depressed. I’ve always been one to exaggerate. But with Dan accidentally shooting himself, I felt that maybe I was taking it too hard and refused to let myself. Same with this depression business. I feel like I’m making too much of it. I’m not feeling well though and that’s why I’m seeking therapy. We’ll see what goes on from there.

iz diz wat u wan 2 reed? GRAMMAR: Ur doing it wrong!

Perhaps we should touch upon a topic that is something I truly believe in and that is proper grammar.

I am very active in the Babycenter Community and many people know me there. It is my 4th home. You know after mine, my moms and my dads. Yeah I come from a broken home, damn. Which is better than actually having them together any day. Besides, I get more Christmas and birthday presents this way. (Oh yeah! I went there!)

I mentioned I'm pretty well known on Babycenter (BBC). It's not because I'm witty or smart, or beautiful and knowledgable. But because my signature (-I choose to ignore your post like you choose to ignore basic grammatical principles.) speaks volumes.

How aggravating is it to read "I love him so much. He's my ray of light. I wish we could be together forever." as "luv him so much he my ray o lit wish we cud b 2getha 4eva" Are you serious? I don't care. I most certainly can read that. But it puts a strain on my eyes. NEXT PLEASE.

Now granted, my grammar isn't 100%, but I've been out of school for 5 years. What do expect from a college dropout that lives in a broken home?
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